Whilst most of you realized that I kept things to myself, not because I don't care. But because I see there is not necessary for me to join in jumping up and down and causes more panic than it already has. Much thanks to those who already shared what to do during these dark moments for all of us, at least some of us can breathe a little, for now.
I was checking on my Facebook photos and realized that apart from food photos (LOL!), there are more paintball related photos in my album, or whatever I been tagged in more than anything else. And yes, I do admit that 80% of the people in my friend list are involved with paintball, one way or another.
Friends that I made through the years (maybe some haters in between?), places I went...this sport has took me places, and each time I came back, I bring home new experiences, new friends and strengthen the old friendships.
Just a tiny collection of photos that I manage to find...
My bittersweet memories - some makes me happy, some makes me sad. I meet some people, I lose some people.
This sport, despite with the wrong perspective from the public as 'violent, undisciplined, expensive' activity, I found myself the opposite.
I had my share of laughter, tears and sweat...and my hardwork to come to who I am today. I brushed off the 'You can't' into 'Yes, I can and I am proving to you that you are wrong.'. I ignore the 'you should quit' and do more to keep them shut up.
Paintball made me see the right and wrong people in my life. What I gain, and what I lost.
It comes with paint, mud and bruises. Those days of travelling long hours on road, or flying to places just to play paintball or just be there to support whenever can, or be in the field as a referee...the time, the money spent...the family I left behind for that weekend of adrenaline rush and missing some family occassions - weddings, gatherings, birthdays; the non-paintball friends that will never understand how I can stand with the bruises around my arms, legs, my neck...the funny stare from the public who thought it was something else, and the time that I am unable to spend with them. Facing some sceptics who thought a lady can't stand long in the heat in the field - that's something I got used of.
But it also comes with satisfaction that I managed to get through those tiring moments, the time where it tested endurance, patience and to deal with stress should things didn't come my way.
For each tournament ended, I learn something new, I gain something new.
Paintball is not just a sport. It's something that already has been part of me for years now. It's my lifestyle. Take this away from me, then it means part of me will be taken away too.
Safe the sport. We aren't criminals. We are just a bunch of people who loves to play paintball.































































