Flashback.

Coming to the half of the year 2014. 

Damai Beach, Kuching

Where we stayed nearby

Where I stayed during the tournament weekend.

Went for my first paintball tournament for year 2014 in Kuching last May, a week before the Kaamatan holidays.  First tournament for the year. Imagine that.  Things were not that easy for us this year...it is weird to see the bags just placed there, with no dirt, paint splatters or anything like it...feels weird pacing around without any bruises once every 2-3 months like I used to in the past years.  

 Kuching landmark 

view from the waterfront at night

Met great friends, make new friends...new experiences.  Good hospitality, superb food.  A stray Kat joining Supergrass this year and I am grateful, honoured to play with the awesome Sarawakian ladies and enjoyed my week.  No, I didn't bring home a medal, but it does feel as if we got first place, at least that's how I look at it.

 View from the sky of the tournament arena in Damai Central, Kuching.

I was somewhere down there, maybe at the food court, or 7-11...I think. LOL.

My ID tag for this year.

To be honest, I do feel down 2 weeks before tournament, and at the edge of almost wanted to cancel this trip, let the tickets burn, stay in KK and sulk in the corner wondering if that's the right thing to do.  Truth to be told, I am so unmotivated, sad and had so many issues going on that my spirit is already waiting to break into pieces anytime.

Never got tired of Kuching Laksa...start with laksa, ended my Kuching visit with laksa too!

Then came back whine about my allergies..LOL

On the day I flew, it was sunny in KK then started to rain in Miri when I get down for transit to Kuching.  All the way I kept, if this is an omen to tell me that this is a mistake; why do I ever think of playing with someone's team...am I good enough...what if I let them down...and so many more played in my mind.  The comfort of the food the moment I touched down in Kuching made me forgot the unhappy thoughts for a while, but even in my sleep these questions still bothers me in my dreams. 

sampling the famous sarawak layer cakes is so much fun!

24th May 2014.  First day of Kuching Cup 3 vs 3 2014 in Damai Central.  The lingering thoughts still bothers me as I sat at the verandah in our room in Damai Puri Resort, watching at the pouring rain that has been non-stop since 7am that morning.  Not too late to pull out, I told myself.  My other team mate felt the same too, but I told her we will decide about it when all of us gathered at the field.  But seeing the face of the team captain, Carol does slaps me back to reality.  The looks of people who wanted us to play, who encouraged us to play.  So I did.  So we did.

Dinner at Escobar after the first day tournament ended.  

Forgetting about tournament just for the night.

Despite with the gastric pain that constantly attacked me, aching back and knees (age factor I guess!), we managed to finish 4th placing after battle it all out for 2 days. 

Team Supergrass line up 2014: Daff, Carole and Me. 

Should taken the pix when Catherine was around.

So here I am, back in KK.  Back to reality.  Holiday is over, whined over the allergies I got from the holiday (for not controlling my food intake of what I can and cannot eat...padan muka) and work.  

Came to think about it, I am glad that I didn't ran away from accepting the challenge I gave myself. I am glad that I boarded the plane instead of crying in regret in my room.  

Thank you for welcoming me to your home.

Missing the two little angels already. uhuhuhu....

I wasn't alone at all.  
I met a bunch of awesome people who made me laugh, who welcomed me with open arms and accepting me into their fold. 

Thank you everyone.

Get me self Motivated!

I need that motivation to start...else I had to get myself a new pair of paintball pants real soon!

3rd Month of 2014

Coming towards the end of the 3rd month of the year. 

Things are getting pretty slow this year, except my weight.  (Yes, I admit this.)

With so many issues going on with paintball markers as such, many events was postponed into a later date.  So yours truly here...is been slacking on her training and work out.  Instead, doing lots of pigging in..and ignored the scale for the past 3 months.  (Geez, put on those running shoes and start running already!!!)

I went for a short trip to KL last weekend to attend the Malaysia Paintball Federation meeting, nothing much I did in between, well food is still a must; managed to spend a little bit time with friends, barely a short getaway from work at home.  Weather is dry and hot...being outdoors with 31-34 degrees Celsius is a no joke.  *sigh*

It seems that nothing I said was right lately.  There is always someone, somebody feel offended and it really made me feel like it's best I just shut up and do my work...say nothing at all.

Then came with the sad news of the missing MAS flight MH370.  Missing? Crashed? Hijacked?  It will remain a mystery.  After a little more than 2 weeks of hoping, praying, waiting, wishing...we finally given the news that MH370 was crashed somewhere in Indian Ocean.  

While most of us sending our condolences, prayers, words of comfort to the family and friends of those on board MH370, there are still clinging to little hope that there is still chances it just an error, perhaps a miracle that there are survivors that will come back and tell their stories. 

Call me cold, call me heartless...or an unbeliever.  I am keeping my opinions to myself.  Perhaps some didn't agree when I posted my condolences on my Facebook timeline.  "It's not confirmed until we see something - found that plane, pick up a debris...anything."  

Let me say something - Just because it wasn't there, doesn't mean that it didn't exist.  Perhaps there are certain things that it's best we shouldn't know for now, or maybe...ever.

Let there be a closure to the family and friends.  
Let go, and let God.

I rest my case.

Try or Set it Free.

A friend asked me, "How do you get over someone that breaks your heart?"

My answer, "You don't.  You moved on, but that someone will always be there - in your memories.  Those tears, laughter you shared.  The good and bad times.  It's a healed wound, but the scar will be there. Each time you see those scars, it will remind you how strong you have been, how far you have been.  So the question is, would you want that wound to heal?"

Came to think about it, everything has a good start.  It starts with a hello.  It starts with a smile.  It starts with a heart that's open and accepting.  Somehow, it ends.  And it hurts.  Maybe to either one of the two, or maybe both.  Something that is good became...something so hurtful.  Love turns hate.  

I had my share.  Happy times, sad times, just like anybody else.

I believed that there is always something good in everyone, and I choose to see that.  Sometimes, people don't change.  They just showing their true colors.  Good things came to us as a blessing, the bad things happened as a lesson.

"I tried.  I wanted to worked it out, but it just don't work out the way I wanted."
Isn't everyone?  Here's the thing that most of us, including me always forgot to tell to ourselves, "At least I tried.  At least he/she tried.  At least we tried."

"If it doesn't work out?"
Set it free.  The hardest part, yes I know.  Easy said than done, yes I knew it too.  I did it.  No, I didn't do it because I don't have enough love to work for it (hello...this is reality!!!).  I didn't let go because I don't value that someone.  I did it because...I respect myself that I don't want to hurt myself with more lies and false hopes.  I did it because there is no point to hurt both sides by trying to chain a soul that no longer wants to be around me.

"Will he/she remember me, for all the things we did?  All the happy times together?"
Who knows?  If they truly did, even once loved us, maybe.  But if they don't...it's their loss for letting someone that appreciates them go.  

If it's meant to be, things will work out.  But if it doesn't, accept the fact that you deserve something better. Something good is waiting to be stored in your life...if only you willing to let go of people that no longer matters.

Hurt.  Forgive.  Move on.

Woi...go to work lah!!!! Have a nice day everyone!

Embracing the new year...

6th day of the year 2014.  Everywhere I saw posts like 'first jog for 2014', 'first dinner', 'first drink' and many other firsts to start the year.  

Well, I am amazed.  

Resolutions?  I had quit making them since years back...hahahaha...reason? I always ended up doing different things, and surprisingly, it's much better!

So yeah, I do wish that whatever good things I had last year, will still continue this year...and better!  Filter the bad stuff, though.  

What's your resolutions?

oh by the way...this is my first post for 2014.  There, I did it.   He he he...

Just an Update.

Coming towards year end, I admit that I DID NOT do any training since November.  All I did was eat, and eat...and eat...okay, you get what I mean...especially those who been in my Facebook, you knew it, you saw it, you comment it.  Oh...the irony of having people like it, loathe it, mock it...you simply just don't understand what's into those people who can't stand seeing me eating and calling me fat - as if I asked you to paid for every food I ate.

Sick with fever, flu and coughing real bad 2 weeks before Sibu Cup, I 'redeemed' myself with more food (yes, shamelessly admit it) as soon as I get better.  I am sorry that it's not been updating in my blog as much as I did in the past (blame Facebook and Instagram for that!).

Here's proof that I am shamelessly declaring that I am not in any diet whatsoever (since many been telling me that I shed a little weight recently, thank you for that!):

tada!!! hehehehehe...please ignore my hair...need to visit the guy who actually give me a great haircut in September, but since I got no time to visit his saloon for a trim, I made a mistake visiting another place nearer and expecting the lady can make it better...wrong move *sigh*

You see...that's why I never grew taller.

If my paintball pants still fits....means I am not fat, yet (right!).  Whatever that means.  

Paintball: My Passion and My Lifestyle.

Many been asking me lately about the current 'hot' issue that involves our paintball community.  Players, operators, pro shop owners...it feels as if everyone is walking on eggshells.

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.

Quit Paintball?

It's been quite down moment for me these few months back.  Despite with having tournaments in the schedule since Hari Raya Aidilfitri ended...then way down to Aidiladha, field work and all, sometimes it's a bit exhausting when I got to deal with someone else's mess and got me involved, no matter how I tried to avoid it.  

More so, when some people whom you trusted to give you encouragement, but doing the opposite - is not helping either.  

Dealing with some issues - family, work and personal life...there are times that made me wanted to just throw everything away, give it all up so that all these people around me satisfied. 

There are times made me wonder, is this all that I been working for?  Why in certain part of my life, when it concerned about my work, I was judged not because of my real ability, but because of my blood relation and got me caught between those tangled mess around other people? 

I never wanted to tell it to some people out there, because I knew they will never understand.  Then one fine evening, all that I been thought for was true. People whom I thought knew me better, made a very unimaginable proposal, that is way beyond my wildest dreams those words uttered to me: QUIT.  Imagine that.  

For almost a week or so, that one particular word did played in my mind.  Weighing between what I already worked for this far, for something that I love, for something that I pour my blood, sweat for, I began to question the motives.  I began to think if there is another reason behind it.  Being in my world with another foot still outside the circle doesn't mean that someone knew what I been through, doesn't mean that someone has the right to say what I should give up, or telling me which 'righteous' path I should take, just because some people around me are not doing any good to me to mingle around (so I been told).

I love this sport.  From this small community, I am honored to get to know lots of amazing people in my life, from all walks of life.  Be it good or bad, this is the world that I am in.  The moment I walked into that field, putting on the facemask, is a different persona, my alter ego that not even my mom ever seen, nor my non-paintball friends will ever understand.  

Sure I cannot make everyone to like me.  If they don't like me in this community for whatever the reason is, haters will always be haters - be it with or without a reason.  Hate me for still remaining inside this community - that is your right.  Dislike me for what I do, that is your call.  But it's not up to you to tell me to walk out just because you tell me so.  

So dear haters, just because you own that little piece of heaven for yourself, doesn't mean that you got the right to ask someone to let go of things that they love to do.  Try imagine if the tables turned and see if you like it when you were told to give up your passion that you had been pouring out your soul and your time because of some reasons that you saw from one angle. 

Back to the main question, QUIT paintball  you say?

I decided to stay a little longer. 

You know what, maybe you will start living a little bit more happier if you stopped wasting your time judging me.    

p/s: To those who never give up on me, for being there - thank you.

I am a Dusun Tatana, and a Proud Sabahan!

I know I had been neglecting my blog for quite a long time.  Okay, same lame excuse..."I don't know what to write"...plus, I rant more in my Facebook nowadays.  

Anyway, few days ago, a news came up that not only shocked the Sabahans, but angered them as well (including me):

So when some mufti called that Sabah Muslim natives should call themselves 'Malays', I do totally understand why people are upset.  You see, in Sabah and Sarawak, it is normal for us to live as a family with different races and religions.  I had nephews and nieces who is half chinese, half dusun, half indian even...and few others.  There's always a mix here, with a mix there...and it is normal for us to be seen in wedding receptions or parties that there are 2 different buffet counters - one for non-halal food, and the other is halal food, in due respect to our muslim friends and relatives.

In which logic that my sabahan muslim natives should call themselves 'malay' then?  Because of religion?  I beg to differ.  It is possible to change religion, but in no way one can identify themselves as someone they are not.  A Dusun will always born as a Dusun.  A Chinese will always be a Chinese.  A Kadazan will always be a Kadazan, no matter what faith they believed in.  I am a Christian, but does that means I can change my race into a Romanian since I am a Roman Catholic?  

If that is hard for you to understand or differentiate between RACE and RELIGION, take food for example:  there's a piece of beef and chicken. Then the beef and chicken was cooked together in a pot to make a nice rendang.  When being serve, are you able to differentiate between beef and chicken meat in your plate?

Race has nothing to do with religion.  There is no way you can change the root of your bloodline no matter how you change your faith 10 thousand times over, unless you are reborn again in another life.  

So yeah...I am a Dusun Tatana, and 100% Sabahan.  I am a no 'lain-lain' in the form to fill in.  That's my identity and I am proud of it!

Ruins...

Elizabeth Gilbert once wrote, "Ruin is a gift. Ruin is the road to transformation."

So how many ruins we had in our lives before we actually transforming ourselves for something better?
 I no longer can recall how many times I had fallen down so hard, trying to get back up again without having the urge to give up, let go and just...stop living.

Those painful moments where my world just crumbled down, leaving me nothing my just barely bits and pieces of what I had left, and building another same foundation again to believe, to have faith once again that things, that life is gonna be okay.

The moments where sometimes I am getting my hands full...one hand clinging to the people who wanted to get back up again, yet at the same time, another hand was clinging tightly to anything that I can hang on, so that I won't fall.  Yet there are times where I feel like as if I was standing at the edge of a cliff, waiting, watching my back so no one can push me down.  Yet, so many times, they did.

As my own world crumbled apart, with no one to help me picking up the pieces; when everyone I knew avoiding me like plague - I am amused at myself that I still can get up, walked and yes, very much alive..to the very surprise of those who love to see me fall.

Sometimes I felt like I was forced to keep my life transparent - that I been watched every step I took, every single word I uttered, the people who wanted to know why I was laughing and finding a way to stop me from laughing, to wipe that smile from my face; the very same people who wanted to know the cause of my tears so there will be more tears to be squeeze out from me.  I can't talk to someone without anyone asking me the reason why, what we are talking about.  I can't be seen with anyone as if it was always a shame for anyone to be with me. 

I no longer bother to ask why no one was there for me when I needed them.  because it doesn't matter anymore.
I stopped waiting for someone to be there when my world is falling apart.
I no longer wishes for a hug, for someone to be there to listen, to share my bad times because no one will be there but me anyway. 

When is the last time someone came to me and tell me that everything is going to be okay? I can't even remember.

In a way...Elizabeth Gilbert is right.  Ruin is a gift.  Ruin is the road to transformation.  For each time what I had, what I longed for is lost...it turns me into someone that knew how it was when someone else was having the hardest time of their lives. 

But that doesn't mean that I will allow myself to be used, ruined once again. 
A new transformation has begun.

Paintball Sport: PAINTful or PAINful?

It's been quite sometime since the last time I rant about paintball and safety, that at certain times, I got the feeling that back then my followers/readers (if I still have any today) got bored...in fact, I myself got sick of repeating the same thing over and over again.

"MASK ON!"
"BARREL SOCKS ON!"

But then again...it is our duty to remind everyone about these when they violated the safety rules, so that innocent people are not hurt, to protect the ignorants in the field as well so that they still can have both eyes intact and play paintball, and hopefully changed into someone who cares the sport as much as we do.

Lately, what bothers me is that there had been reports, stories that some players purposely set their markers exceeding the safety limit.

Note: we have this radar chronograph that can detect how many feet per second that a paintball travels and how many balls per second it can shoot.  In any tournaments, it should be no more than 300 feet.  In normal playing fields, the operators normally set their markers to 260-280 feet per second (307km/h) the most.  

So why do we need to keep an eye on this as well, you might ask?  If you seen me personally, you'll notice the bruises I had on my legs, arms, neck and sometimes if you got lucky, you might spot a lump on my forehead.  That's the result of getting hit by paintballs that travels below 300 feet per second (about 329km/h).  So imagine if you got hit something more than that, say, 350 feet per second at a very close range, maybe 1-2 meters away from you?

Perhaps, the shooter didn't realised this, maybe because they got to sit behind a bunker, possibly meters away from the opponent and all they knew is saw the unsuspected poor player passed by, pull the trigger and showered paintballs on them, feeling proud of able to hit them and the poor victim unable to shoot back.  So what gives?  Pride?  Happy?  Honor to injure someone?

Think about a more serious thing that might happened...what if it hits the mask and it breaks?  Can you live with the consequences that you might blinded someone because of your 'I don't care', selfish, arrogant attitude?

The next time you think of doing that, put yourself into the shoes of your opponent, that you are the person who got hit by such powerful, painful impact of not one, not two but at least 30 balls shooting at you per second with 400 feet per second and see if you can stand the pain, when it hits you.  

Paintball is supposed to be a sport that values positive sportsmanship.  It unites people from all walks of life.  

If the purpose of playing paintball for you is just to cause injury, pain to others and you are proud of it, I would honestly said that you have no place in the community for people who worked hard to keep this sport grow.  

If you lose the game, lose with honor.  If you win, make sure that you truly deserve that win.  But winning through all means of injure someone for your own pleasure, breaking the safety rules as such - there is no pride in such win because you got someone's pain in your hands.  

Make this sport PAINful or PAINTful?  
You decide today.

For the love of the sport, you will know what to do.  Act now, do your part as a paintball player.  Not just the operators, organizers, referees.  The responsibility lies in everyone's hands. 

Pain, paint, paint~!

I think I kena paintball overdose syndrome.  

May, June and last weekend, July is my almost non-stop paintball activities almost every weekends.  Every person that I met also remarked that they seen me in few different places in short span of time based on my updated activities in Facebook.  

Ramadhan came and it's a relief to me.  Really relieved because at least I can rest from traveling for events or running the local events for a while.  

So, in case you were wondering,  I was in KK last month for the Sabah Paintball League, then a week or so later, I touched down Kuching for the Kuching Cup 3 vs 3.

Us....Splatz1 Katz

Borneo ladies rock the field!

With another all ladies team, the SuperGrass - which gathers up players from Sarawak and Brunei

Carole from Kuching (center, white top with pink headband), Lulu from Brunei (right, black top with colorful headband), Nia from Kuching (left, red shirt), Daff from Kuching (back left, blue top), Yours truly with purple headwrap, Arry from Sabah (next to me, red headwrap) and Joanne (behind Lulu).

Can you spot me in the video? Hehehehe~

Anyway, after Kuching, a week after that I sail off to Labuan as the head referee for Labuan Pusatko Open 2013.  

 Though tiring, but our accomodation was arranged at Papaya's Beach Lodge...

All the tiredness just fades away with the peace and quiet environment here...

Who says only grown ups plays paintball?  This 3 siblings are no more than 15 years of age, they stole the attention away from the Open division players and guess what, their team won GOLD for Rookie category!

Happy winners....Team United Paintballers (a team consists of players from Sandakan, KK and KL) with Team Crazie Darkside (Sarawak, KL & Brunei) all smiles with their winning trophy.  2 days of hardwork finally paid off!

one for the album with Labuan referees and Team Crazie Darkside...

you guys are bullies! LOL~

Barely a day I arrived from Labuan, an unexpected job came in.  A referee friend of mine, Vicky asked me if I can help out for the Sandakan 3 vs 3 Challenge that very same weekend.  So, 4 days after that...yours truly flew to Sandakan...

 Oh yeah...travelling in style! =p

I salute this uncle for enduring the sun and rain to be in the field with us.

He is also a paintball player but this time around, he asked if he can get inside to be a paintball ref.

Honestly, I am a little concerned since I never worked with referees whom are 20 years older than me, and kept reminding him that if he can't go on, I would understand, but he finished the tournament anyway and still in good spirits!

If this is not putting the younger players in shame, I don't know what will.  

 A gift from Vicky, all the way from Japan!

Thank you!!!!!! 

 Me and Vicky, with the Sandakan Referees

Teams that came all the way from Kota Kinabalu, Tawau and Sandakan respectively.

Well...last weekend's Sandakan trip is to end the half year of paintball season for me in 2013.  Now that Ramadhan is here, I can take this opportunity to rest, and yes, will be travelling again in a week or so...but this time, it's nothing about paintball (well, almost) hehehehehe~  

I can't wait to meet up with some friends.

Till then, see you in next post!

More Paint, Bruises Coming...

Seems like there will be an almost back to back tournaments I am going to get involved with.  Seriously...I didn't realise it until I was checking on the calendar to mark the tournament days to realised that.

So...what do I had in my schedule for weeks to come?

CAP3 Event this saturday...(25/05/2013)

 

Sabah Paintball League Cup (Round 2) next week... (01/06/2013 - 02/06/2013)

Not long after that...Kuching Cup 3 vs 3 (15/06/2013 - 16/06/2013)

and...soon after...

PusatKo Paintball Open 2013 Labuan (29/06/2013 - 30/06/2013)

So...there will be more paint, more bruises, more sunburns...hopefully, losing more weight!  

hahahaha...!!!

Till We Meet Again.

I remember that evening where we were introduced.  It was New Year's Day celebration in Upperstar.  

I guess that simple hello, and the lively conversation we all had build a friendship that fast forwarded, it has been like, 4, 5 years? 

Time flies so fast.

Well, over the years we had great fun. Somehow, good things shall come to an end.  This dear friend of mine has gone back to her hometown for a better future and yeah...one has to do what they got to do.

Wishing you all the best, Kaynisa...and hope to see you again soonest.  Will really miss those makan-makan, k-box, movie and all the fun things we did throughout the years.  

Friends forever.

Some Other Random Things I Did...

Some people might be surprised to see me in unlikely places.  

In an office, for example, they said that I look different from the 'AngeLBeaR' they used to see in the field.  You should have seen their faces whenever they saw me being 'lady like' (very much to my mom's approval) but how can you wear those pretty outfits that you got in a paintball field?

2 days ago, Leanna came to KK and asking for a favor.  There is an oil and gas exhibition going on at Magellan in Sutera Harbor so, yeah...yours truly to help her man the booth.  (Seriously, from paintball to engineering?)

Not that many exciting things I found or grab for this time, though.  (Yes, I changed my surname everytime it involves with this company.  Automatically, the director of this company has 3 awesome (chewah) daughters instead of 2! Hehehehe~)

But I do glad, these 2 days I meet up with some familiar faces though...from paintball! =)

 Met Ollie, one of my former Splatz1 team mate.

Notice the pink jacket? I recently got them from Brands Outlet.  Can't resist my favorite color...and yes, 

it's very cold in the hall so the jacket comes in handy. =)

 Ah...Riezanie, my team mate for the KK woodsball group.

He's here too to represent his company. =)  

See how 'tall' I am? hahahahaha~

The weather is favorable on the 1st day of the exhibition.

Managed to capture the sunset... =)

On the second day, which is yesterday and also the last day of the exhibition,

Gracy came for a visit!  =)

Andy and Sacha too!  =)

Sacha brought some of her dark chocolate cake and a small tub of ice cream to go with it.

Heavenly!!!!

Ah yes...

Managed to pose one for the album...

Photo taken by Leanna. 

=)

Anyway, it's been an awesome 2 days.  Thank you Sacha for the nice cake!  =)

The Bear with the Trigger

One of the things that can be found in Taiwan are airsoft guns.  Well, just for the sake of looking at it lah.  Can't even dream of bringing it back for legal reasons, plus...I am not into airsoft (no pun intended)...just a look will be enough.

So, cannot bawa balik..pegang pun jadi.  Hehehehe...

 The owner allowed us to touch, feel and see the guns...even took photo with it. (maybe because we're foreigners I think) =p

My brother's mean look....LOL!

Yours truly...mean-looking bear? hehehehee~ 

Note:  Just like paintball markers, airsoft guns are not toys.  It can inflict serious injury and in some cases in overseas, death.  Kindly consult the authorities before thinking of getting them.  Bringing airsoft guns/paintball markers out in the public are serious offense.