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Hearing the high beat,
my arms outstretched in the tingling
Process of transformation,
and soon tough legs,
With folded feet,
trail in the sounding vacuum
of passage.

:: All about me ::
Name:Mec Sexy
Date of Birth:October 03, 1977
Status:Prodigal Mountaineer
... but I practice LNT ha!

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Winners take time
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Sunday, February 09, 2003

Highlights of the Climb were

~ The beach was indeed awesome. All blue and clear waters with the almost-white sand and lack of as many patrons compared to other beaches like say, Boracay. Frolicked in it as a reward after the climb, with mostly boys. Glad they didn't drown me or anything.

~ Although Daguldul was like this small intestine wrapped around a mountain, I found it a blessing that when we were climbing, it was consistenly ascending, and that when we were going down, everything is ascending. So, I was able to keep the little momentum that I got.

~ The newly bought shoes were perfect. It's grip was fine, and I only stumbled 4 times going up, and slipped once. (just don't ask about how many times I slipped and tripped and landed on my butt when going down...)

~ For the first time this year, (ooops, wrong, the second time actually, but the first time because of anything related to pain since the first time was of sadness) I cried. The first time I landed on my butt because I twisted my ankle, the pain was just so great and so sudden that tears immediately sprung to my eyes and refused to stop for a while. It was embarrasing to say the least, but I know that i'd be doing a lot such sudden bursts of melodrama, considering my low pain tolerance.

~ I reached the camp site, summit and peak of the said mountain (forgive me, but we were on 3-4 different places and it was kinda hard to say which one was the summit)

~ I was able to have a more deeper interaction with some of the members and my fellow trainees.

~ Anche, Joey, Cris and I, all first timers really, were able to conquer the mountain.

~ Jah's team won the Pasta Fest, they had these sticks with hearts towering above their dessert. Oh, and I should note that Jah cooked with Anche (altho, all she really did was squeeze cream and chocolate syrup on bananas, and Anche sort of melba toasted some bread... but still, it's food preparation that fed many)

~ Daddy E wrote the Lpang Hinirang lines/lyrics for us in a group activity. Of course, we lost. Still, he did impress everyone with the banana flambe thingie. And we did top every other team's poem.

~ Was able to actually sleep. And it was a first time to be sleeping with a guy who is not a boyfriend or relative (yeah, yeah, i'd be defensive and add that i do go to out of towns with friends, w/ a bf in tow before, so i have slept with some of them...and i mean sleep... you know, that thing you do when you're not wetly dreaming?)

~ Lost some of my inhibitons by playing the fool, immitating a house lizard, horse, mouse and chicken in the socials. Didn't know whose chest/boobs I accidentally touched/held too. Lolz.

~ Arrived home safe and sound.

~ The climb went well without mishaps. Had a very good post climb meeting too. Met some more members.

~ Pasaway was born.

Salient Points to Remember

~ Always verify if there is water source at the camp site so as not to be trudging along with 2 litres of water you can do without for the meantime.

~ Learn to eat halo-halo instead of going with everybody else's binge of softdrinks.

~ Learn to eat even when tired, or when with some people you don't know.

~ Bring trail food that won't produce as much garbage. Feed the boys, they may help you carry bags & water bottles, share their cooked food or tent, etc.

~ Thou shalt not be too noisy when with members and about to embark on an MMS-referenced climb or activity.

~ Give some of the members who are rubbing you the wrong way more chances to redeem themselves. After all, if you pass this training, you will become a member too, and might not be as sensitive or considerate with the coming trainees. Sometimes, it all just really boils down to everyone being human, and given to their issues, limitations, hang-ups and habits.

~ Remember all the complaints being aired by you and your fellow trainees right now. Do not do to the next trainees what you didn't like that was done to you. Be more fair, be more aware, be more prepared than the ones that came before you. After all, when you really think about it, improvement is the biggest space in the mountain, and everybody may just be a little happier if all the coming generations of MMS trainees will be more conscientious and disciplined.

~ Serious practice of basic climbing principles aside, always have fun. Daddy A was wise to remind everybody at the post climb that mini goals such as photographing a Daguldul sunset, or actually being bitten by a limatic (lolz, joke), etc. may help propel you onwards to becoming more dedicated and passionate about climbing. This really touched me since I still have yet to make reaching a summit be the main motivation of a climb.

~ A good climber is someone whom you can trust. If he doesn't train in between climbs, he may inconvenience your team greatly. If he shows off, runs on trails or heads off ahead (except lead men, of course), the team may also be inconvenienced. I am still attached to whomever our sweeper will be, but it should also be my obligation to train well so that I can also assume middle man position, at least, if am to become a team leader someday. Same way that good climbers have to be sweepers too.

~ Learn to at least cook using stoves, and assist in tent pitching. Also, share the garbage.

~ Knowing a name of a thing, or a purpose of a thing IS knowledge.

~ If you're going to climb, climb, If you need several stuff during the climb, the bring them. But do not hire porters and subject animals like horses and carabaos to bring them for you. I know, it's really tempting to not be carrying at all, but dang UP Mountaineers for holding that open climb only to include people who can't carry their own backpacks. I'm sorry, but I really expected better from them.

What was funny

~ The sign I saw while passing a beach front. It said Bawal Dumaan ang Hayop dito. Animals not Aloud

~ The picture-picture phenomena that brought us to cow's shit-filled places just to spell out MMS

~ Paul repeating the word "Taramind" over and over (he was referring to tamarind)

(will write more if I remember anything else, am exhausted)

by ~me~ at 5:52 AM ©

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