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Mountains are high and hard to climb, but they offer ME a better view


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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
e-mail:delisyus137@yahoo.com
Status:Prodigal Mountaineer
... but I practice LNT ha!


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Winners take time
to relish their work,
knowing that scaling the mountain
is what makes the view from the top
so exhilarating. (D. Waitley)


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Monday, March 24, 2003
uhm... this e-mail sorta made my day (of course, am crying again... )

ganito lang yun.

kung aayaw ka dahil hindi mo ma-compare ang sarili mo sa amin...

mas malakas ka pa kaysa sa ibang kakilala ko. yung iba nga 3rd floor lang kailangan pang mag elevator, ilang blocks lang sasakay pa nang jeep, konting init lang nang araw ayaw nang maglakad. wala pang load ang mga yun.

don't think of it as a competition to reach the top, think of it as improving yourself. one step at a time, you might not have the genes to
have the endurance or strength to compare to genetically gifted individuals, but it's all in the mind. mas nauuna pang napapagod ang loob kaysa katawan.

- adrian
when the going gets tough, the tough gets going

by ~me~ at 8:15 PM ©



It's out. I've been thinking of quitting my training. Sigh.

Have been depressed and insecure about it lately. Went jogging yesterday and still couldn't breath. Is your chest, stomach, and sides suposed to hurt that much for a measly 2-minute jog?

And I know I wasn't like that when I started this. And I know it's possible that something in me is keeping me from improving. I hate the suspicion of being in a rut this early in the training.

And i'm torn between pressuring myself and being realistic. I'm torn between having a jogging buddy to doing it alone. I'm torn between exercising even when am sick, or allowing my body to fully recuperate.

And i'm so not used to being a failure.

And here I am, labelling myself with ugly names again.

by ~me~ at 7:33 PM ©


Sunday, March 23, 2003
2 weeks before Banahaw. it's gonna be a war against pettiness, laziness, indolence, Makiling failure and depression.... and what else?

by ~me~ at 4:17 PM ©


Tuesday, March 11, 2003
am missing out on jogging days because am not getting any better.....

by ~me~ at 10:17 PM ©


Monday, March 10, 2003
we're tougher than we think, stronger than we seem,
braver than we believe, and smarter than we think


by ~me~ at 5:01 PM ©


Sunday, March 09, 2003
Back from the mountains
Mt. Makiling Unconquered


I don't know what happened to me, but even though my legs could carry me pretty well, my heart was not cooperative. I was wheezing really badly. For a moment there, I knew how it felt to have a heart attack, or an asthma attack. It was bad. And also so depressing for me.

Then again, methinks i've started to get stronger also inside. I didn't cry during the post-climb when I was really, really depressed. I feel ashamed for not being able to reach Peak 2 (eventhough, from what i've heard, there's no view there to beheld, and the cold and dust up there would have aggravated my sinus allergy).

But I really felt bad. As in. I guess, the main thing mountaineering will teach me is to how to be humble. The vain part of me wonders why I subject myself to opprotunities for failing such as this.. and yet, I really am happy in what i've been doing.

More bonding with the batch. We even saw a bloody movie (no pun intended) after it, which resulted to me going home very late.

Hmmm.. what else... drafting for sportsfest was also done and i'm kinda feeling out of place with the group i'm in. Am not quite sure if they're ready for my noisy, sometimes obnoxious, happiness. But I am looking forward to making myself stronger.

After all, Banahaw will be up soon.

by ~me~ at 4:41 PM ©



This was the song we presented for punishment for something. Of course, I only danced.

Anyway, this song is a good reminder to have a buddy during climbs.

by ~me~ at 4:24 PM ©



Psalm 23

The LORD is my shepherd; I shall not want.

He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters.

He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake.

Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.

Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.

Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the LORD for ever.

This was a poem they made us read before they took out our lights, to teach us to depend on ourselves, our instincts and our faith that God IS good...


by ~me~ at 4:21 PM ©


Sunday, March 02, 2003
BACK FROM THE MOUNTAINS
GULUGUD BABOY CONQUERED


Just got back home after concluding the weekend with a KFC dinner with Rodel and Dennis.

The Start
Met with the gang at Jollibee in Buendia EGI Mall. We were able to board a bus passing thru Calabarzon Road, which cut our travel time by more than an hour.

What kept us
Due to unforeseen events (accident involving the bus they were riding) and lack of correct information, we had to wait at the crossing in Bauan for Aids’ friends till around ten in the evening. Still, we did play some billiards while waiting.

The trail
My first time to really night trek, and my guest, Dennis, kept on reciting the following poem, which every body sweeping me (uhm, around half of the nyt trekkers) has already memorized before the climb ended:

madilim na madilim
napakadilim
ang lahat ay tulog na
maliban, sa dalawang nilalang
isang bata at ang kapitan
ang sabi ng bata
“kapitan, magkwento ka naman!”
ang sabi ng kapitan
madilim na madilim….


What else… Hmm… Of course, for the first part of the climb, I was ready to collapse and was re-thinking again my reasons for climbing. But we managed to rest, and not get lost, and even reach the camp earlier than expected. Butch was nice enough to meet us and guide us to where the camp site was. Niña, who was supposed to be part of the team, but had to go back home, was sure missed.

At the Camp Site
It was perfectly littered with cows/horses’ shit, really! I had to kick them away to clear an area for our tent. It was also so foggy and windy that we had some trouble pitching the tent (yeah, I helped pitch!!! Hoorah for me).

The Boo-boo
The day trekkers had their socials and drank themselves silly. They also used up most of their water. And they also expected, as an unwritten understanding, that Ohmer would be bringing some more gin for some more socials. And of course, Ohmer thought that it’d take us a long time before reaching the camp and assumed we’d be too dog-tired to drink. And so, the long and short of it was, everybody was bitin.

The rest
Was still talking with my tentmates, Dennis and Lea up to 4 am. Also had to make several trips to pee my bladder out. Couldn’t sleep until there was light because of the cold, the snoring noises, the moisture seeping through the tent and the weird inclination of where I was lying down. Still, Dennis graciously meme'd me....

My personal stupidity
Was too overwhelmed with the 1 kilo of hotdog I brought that I didn’t bring extra socks and long-sleeved top/sweater. As it happened, I was too cold to sleep. And my pride got in the way of borrowing clothes from others. I just didn’t want to inconvenience others because I was such a fool. Also, I didn’t bring my trekking sandals and forgot that it’s good to allow your feet to breathe as soon as possible after a climb. Had to go home with the hideous plastic slippers I brought in place of the sandals.

The breakfast
Finally saw the view. It was spectacular. It was breathtakingly lovely. The hotdogs and soup were great too.

Another boo-boo
The group leaders decided to “explore”, which meant we had to trek an hour more only to land on a part of the area that’s far from the beach resorts.

The Bulalo
Magnificent. But I miss eating goto.

Going to the bus station
Got wet due to local residents observing the Feast of St. John with gusto.

The sexual fantasy
Of course, that will not be written here.

The LSS
Somebody walked into my life.....

The Dream
To become a better and more efficient climber.

Looking forward to
Pampering my next group at Makiling next week.

by ~me~ at 4:49 AM ©


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