Howdy! (I love how wordpress greets me every time I log in :) It’s not an ordinary, “Hello, Rachel!” It’s HOWDY! :D I feel spesh-shall… :)
So I went for a paintball game with a few friends of mine last weekend… My friend drove to some semi-jungle, semi-plantation area in a really ulu place!! So we geared up, with our markers and 500 neon orange pellets each :D That’s HALF A THOUSAND NEON ORANGE PELLETS PER PERSON. :D :D :D Nyarhahahhaha… So we went into a jungle scenario. Trees and bushes around… And let me show you in a diagram, the ratio of people to mosquitoes. 
Yep. No really. Yes. I wore long jeans and a really, really long sleeved top. They latched onto my hands and face. I was in a face mask to protect me from the flying paintballs, but that didn’t stop them killer mozzies. The game’s objective was to stay ‘alive’ (ie: not hit by a paintball). But I really think the winners for the day are the mosquitoes. *clap clap*
Paintball was…fun la. A new experience. Definitely not my thing. I’d rather be…doing other things :P Hahaha… Maybe it was just the jungle. I don’t like jungles much; I hate the mud, the potential thorns, bugs, creepy crawlies, insects, I hate it hate it hate it. My poor, poor shoes. I actually felt bad for them. Lol. I tell you, I never appreciated tiled floors until I went jungle trekking.
HAHHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAH I sound like some bimbo, but it’s the truth. Make me to choose between nature and technology and I will :D I love the sound of my heeled shoes clicking away on them shiny tiled floors. Not my sneakers squishing and slipping through the muddy slopes. Mother Nature will now slap me with her tree branches. But I’ll take that hit for the comfort of leveled grounds.
Mwahahhahaha.
So after sweating it out at paintball, I rushed off to the All American Rejects who were playing live at the Bukit Jalil carpark. While waiting for the gates to open, in the crowd, I felt something fall on my hair… Thinking it was some flyaway leaf getting trapped in my massive mess of mane…I combed through my hair with my fingers. Suddenly.
SUDDENLY. A sensation I’ve never felt before. A vibrating-like buzz on my palm. A sharp burst of pain. And my waterworks started. All of a sudden, really, I started crying. SOME FRIGGIN THINGGGG STUNG ME!! And it left its stinger on my palm! :( :( :( Hurt like hell. See? Mother Nature struck back at me, fast. Lol. Damnnnn dumb wei. Some new found friends I made before the stinging episode helped me out :) MAIIIII HERO :) :) :) Hahah… By now, I’m too lazy to type any further… All in all, the Rejects were nice… The lead singer was really flamboyant. He came out with a Red Indian feathered headgear in the spirit of dressing up for Halloween… And he’s so skinny…
And he walked around with that very familiar swagger… And his voice being so distinct from other musicians… Absolutely reminded me of… 
The great Steven Tyler of Aerosmith :)
Anyhoo… Tyson Ritter of AAR went all orgasmic on stage, went down on his knees and licked the guitarist’s guitar. Yep.. I think he took a lil something before the show started :P But yay! Swing Swing! Dirty Little Secret!! (“I wanna hear y’all say “Dirty!”“) Gives You Hell!! Greaaaaat night :) |
