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Oh, And By The Way...

I really like laser tag. I don't know why or how I manage to do alright in it, but I do. And it makes me happy. Possibly because winning makes me happy.

Even when I don't know if I'm winning or not, being in that smoke-filled, darkly-lit, music-pumping space, checking around corners before I move - it makes my heart beat faster. There's a thrill to it that is just so fun.

But it's not remotely associated with violence in my mind. I am clearly unlike the male species, as someone explained it as "like Halo, but in real life. And you better not beat me over the head with the laser (laugh)." That makes me shudder...I eschew violence on most levels. The only exceptions are a little bit of pushing in sports (hockey, soccer, basketball...), and laser tag. It's just not violent to me. It's tag. :)

Of course, it really does help when I win. Did I mention that I won?

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paulman said…
Actually, in Halo you more bash someone's face in with your weapon, rather than beat them "over" their head with it. But I digress.

How's LooP so far? I saw some of Peter Cheung's photos from a campus tour you guys did (but landmark photography doesn't really say all that much). Did you guys have a good first weekly meeting together with the regular Loo people? If you get a chance to meet Sarah Joy Wong, please remember to say "hi" :P

Super quick Paulman update: I went to MPD Lite training, got accepted to STEP, and am the semi-unofficial key student leader at SFU for the first half of this summer. Anyways, I hope that my time back in BC will be redeemed even though I am not with y'all.

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