Instead of finding a new house to be rented as my contract to the current leased apartment is about to expire this coming 15th of the month, I find myself busy dawdling at the mountains.
That instead of consuming my time finding a nice, comfortable and affordable room if not house, there I was in the middle of nowhere spending the precious time trekking the path going at the peak.
As what my girlfriend aptly puts it in a somewhat sarcastic rather than inquisitive tone “ano bang pinagagagawa mo sa buhay mo?” and words to that effect which sounds as if I am ruining or destroying my life in the mountains. Indeed, I don’t really know what am I doing, as far as I know, I’m just loving it. Maybe she said so in reaction to the ignominious pictures of mine taken when I lost my consciousness and found myself slouching on the ground just few meters away from my lonely tent on one social night after a climb, she’s not in favour and could hardly understand my diversion anyway from the very beginning which I think would be the recurring reasons of misunderstanding in the coming days.
The move maybe looks foolish but I still find it self-fulfilling, the thinking of the coming house eviction has never occur at all as I enjoy the thrills being at the top of the mountain.
Climb after climbs, mountain after mountains and I keep on counting; I am already suffering from mountain trekking addiction and I don’t know if there’s an anti-dote to this addiction.
The latest is Mount Daguldol in San Juan Batangas.
Mount Daguldol as I read in an outdoor article is one of the most popular mountaineering destinations in the Philippines and so I decided to take the opportunity of going there, thanks to the invite of the climb organizer, Lou Artillaga; a nice guy I have known during a climb at mount Pulag – it’s in there that my new circle of good friends had been formed.
It’s a sort of reunion actually as I was reunited with Mt.Pulag climb buddies – the LasMan Trekkers. I’ve never heard anything about them after that climb and it was only on that climb that I was able to meet and great again all of them. I was actually excited to see them after learning that they were part of the attending group. The unfinished business of mingling, socializing and chatting with them at Mt.Pulag has been well taken cared-off at the endless socials (up and down). While not all of them were the kind of people who jokes a lot like Sir Arnold; I appreciated their effort to engage in a conversation,
And then there’s the new friendly faces which though I am hesitant to converse with at day one, I am already comfortable kidding around with them on the second day.
The trail is cool, literally cool; one will not worry of his/her skin burned by blazing sun as the path is full with thick trees and leafy plants, it’s one of the reasons may be that we are just taking a slow strides, there’s no need to rush going at the summit, after all, we still have plenty of time. And then there are the friendly locals, you cannot even feel that you are in a remote or secluded place, too far from the thinking of a total wilderness. And if you want to refresh yourself, there’s a halo-halo stand and buko waiting for you.
The four hours of hill-ascending like the rest of my climbs is really exhausting, the only difference actually is the length of time-trekking. For me; every climb is draining as it gets all your body strength and body fluids through continuous perspiration. Well…some has an easy trail but in the long run, you still end up wasted.
But everything was soon refreshed as I reached the summit; I appreciated the mountain columns next to where we are pitching our tents, the thick trees around us, the summit view of Batangas province and the distant high mountains of Mindoro island. During night time, all that breath-taking sights were replaced by several lights below flickering before us.
If there is something that get much of our attention on that climb is the presence of three dogs at the campsite that gets almost everything they see from us; from the foods-to-cook to spices to viands and canned goods, the dogs looks so clever that they know even how to remove the piles of cover I placed in our cooking ware with rice.
But that’s all about it; we have to just charge it on our experience, the dogs then serves as the subject of snide remarks and at times jokes upon returning to the beach land at the foot of the mountain.
And we just enjoy the remaining hours of the day (and night) in the beach as if there’s no more workloads waiting in the city after that day.
Few more days and the new tenant would probably throw me out from my rented apartment with no place yet to move to, but right now, I am just thinking of my next climb on Saturday.
And more mountains after that.
Sunday, March 6, 2011
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Valentine/Charity Climb at Mount Balagbag
Two thumbs up for the organizers and their support group for organizing such a charitable and memorable climb. Sir Benj and Mommy Susan will become surely part of the best organizers list I have met. Sir Benj after all is not just a hard core mountaineer but a hardcore organizer too.
Most notable of course on their side (SG) are Sir Budz, Sir Jernie, Ma’am Jaz and Sir Otep, I couldn’t ask for their kindness more, it was their presence that I felt comfortable joining their group as if I’m already part of their circle of close friends.
The “Virgo Duo” (Me and Sir Jeff) have separated ways temporarily, Sir Jeff on Mt.Pulag and I on Mt.Balagbag yet I found more than enough buddies in the persons of Sirs Je, Alex and Benzon plus a man and two fine-ladies always on the sideline.
The organizers did their job well; their efforts to have a remarkable and smooth transition of events is beyond compare, from the participants’ time to time monitoring and coordination, game facilitating to food preparations. The dinner is the best; Menudo and Sinigang na Bangus – my all time favourite.
But all the happenings are just secondary to the very reason of being there; that is to help one of the locals that need medical/financial and educational assistance. The recipient’s mother was teary eyed as she accepted the donations given by sponsors and participants and profusely thanking all the people in there to which responded by applause, signifying that we are glad of the turn outs and one in that noble endeavour.
Anyway, Mount Balagbag is indeed a best start for the beginner who is trying to comprehend the intricacies of the mountains, for those who were forced by their friends or lovers and for lovers themselves as it offers river trekking and a gentle trail going at the summit.
The view from the top is breathtaking; it offers the spectacle of the whole Metro Manila especially at night. The sorts of lights glowing as the buoy of the entire cities and nearby towns is charming, it was indeed a lovely sight in addition to the breezy and biting cold offered by the mountain top. No wonder Sir Mike seizes the opportunity to propose marriage to Mam Niña. With so much wonderful bright lights down as the backdrop, he couldn’t find any better place to express his love, he just make the night a memorable one to his life. And that occasion, without a doubt, was the highlight of the night.
I’ve had enough of fun and friends, some seemingly know me more than just my name even before we met there, I don’t know but maybe it was still the infamous picture and the story behind that taken during a social night of the past climb, but despite of the nature of my familiarity, still, it humbles me, really.
For now, time out muna sa pamumundok, aside from work, I have to allot more time to someone who is seething with anger every time I climb yet keeps on providing me things she deemed necessary whenever I have a hiking schedule…(hindi rin ako matiis after all :- ))
She couldn’t really understand the feeling of being there no matter how I tried to explain, she didn't even want to go with me hopefully for further and better understanding. She has reasons and I have to respect that and realize that the mountain is not a place for her.
Enough for a mountain climb at least on this month and the succeeding month of March.
I’m running out of budget anyway.
Most notable of course on their side (SG) are Sir Budz, Sir Jernie, Ma’am Jaz and Sir Otep, I couldn’t ask for their kindness more, it was their presence that I felt comfortable joining their group as if I’m already part of their circle of close friends.
The “Virgo Duo” (Me and Sir Jeff) have separated ways temporarily, Sir Jeff on Mt.Pulag and I on Mt.Balagbag yet I found more than enough buddies in the persons of Sirs Je, Alex and Benzon plus a man and two fine-ladies always on the sideline.
The organizers did their job well; their efforts to have a remarkable and smooth transition of events is beyond compare, from the participants’ time to time monitoring and coordination, game facilitating to food preparations. The dinner is the best; Menudo and Sinigang na Bangus – my all time favourite.
But all the happenings are just secondary to the very reason of being there; that is to help one of the locals that need medical/financial and educational assistance. The recipient’s mother was teary eyed as she accepted the donations given by sponsors and participants and profusely thanking all the people in there to which responded by applause, signifying that we are glad of the turn outs and one in that noble endeavour.
Anyway, Mount Balagbag is indeed a best start for the beginner who is trying to comprehend the intricacies of the mountains, for those who were forced by their friends or lovers and for lovers themselves as it offers river trekking and a gentle trail going at the summit.
The view from the top is breathtaking; it offers the spectacle of the whole Metro Manila especially at night. The sorts of lights glowing as the buoy of the entire cities and nearby towns is charming, it was indeed a lovely sight in addition to the breezy and biting cold offered by the mountain top. No wonder Sir Mike seizes the opportunity to propose marriage to Mam Niña. With so much wonderful bright lights down as the backdrop, he couldn’t find any better place to express his love, he just make the night a memorable one to his life. And that occasion, without a doubt, was the highlight of the night.
I’ve had enough of fun and friends, some seemingly know me more than just my name even before we met there, I don’t know but maybe it was still the infamous picture and the story behind that taken during a social night of the past climb, but despite of the nature of my familiarity, still, it humbles me, really.
For now, time out muna sa pamumundok, aside from work, I have to allot more time to someone who is seething with anger every time I climb yet keeps on providing me things she deemed necessary whenever I have a hiking schedule…(hindi rin ako matiis after all :- ))
She couldn’t really understand the feeling of being there no matter how I tried to explain, she didn't even want to go with me hopefully for further and better understanding. She has reasons and I have to respect that and realize that the mountain is not a place for her.
Enough for a mountain climb at least on this month and the succeeding month of March.
I’m running out of budget anyway.
Saturday, January 29, 2011
Things I Loved in the Mountains
Forget about the trail trekking, the side tripping; beacheneering, swimming or caving, the best thing I loved in every climb is gaining new friends. I love meeting people with extensive opinions but not the type of those who seems to know everything or those no opinions at all, people of different careers or way of living and people with unusual outlooks in life, people with large sense of humour to lessen if not totally take off the exhaustion while in the middle of the forest, the last person you would want to be with in the mountain is the shy type who doesn’t talk at all, you would look dumb as if you’re talking to the trees and shrubs.
Of course, hours of hill-walking are tiring, but in the process, we learned from each other through listening and sharing thoughts in between sigh and rest and most notably; during socials – the grand part of the camp night.
The chatters, although usually evolves in previous climbs and experiences at the mountains and normally devoid of personal facts, it sometimes imparts additional knowledge through people willing to share their work experiences and expertise in their field of work.
While the respect for highly professionals or older mountaineer is a little notch higher, the respect for every backpacker is given no matter who he/she is and what he/she is doing, after all, in the mountain, according to them; we have the same smell. While I’d like to disagree for I know that some of the girl mountaineers are still conscious of their odour; majority agrees to the notion.
Second best thing I loved is the absence of bosses in the mountain, yes, there’s a leader or organizer or guides but not managers and supervisors who tells or commands you what to do. There are some who feels that way but you have the choice of getting rid of him or not to go with him in the next climb, you can find another group with no such specie anyway. But of course, make no mistake about it; you cannot expect every group member to be that perfect, you have no right to expect the best from your group if you too have no initiatives or lazy in doing chores required for being part of the group.
And if you are that obnoxious kind of backpacker, then go solo, that’s the best thing you can do.
Third is the scenery, you can view the panoramic landscapes that you could only see in magazines and calendars, you can even captured those in your camera, the feeling when you are just browsing it in your camera screen is amazing, the pictures are enough sometimes to crave more mountains.
Fourth is the physical gains I could get through hiking, I am not a body figure conscious person nor an exercise or gym buff and so climbing mountains at least once in awhile I think is enough to compensate the proper stretching required by my body to activate or stimulate my entire veins. I don’t know but I am thinking that the amount of sweat coming from my body in one climb is enough to equal the amount I produce on a four-times-in-a-month (week-ends) of jogging. (Ah…perhaps I am just justifying my recent inactivity from jogging)
While politics has sometimes succeeds in getting a little room in the mountain (see second best thing, isn’t it a part of politics?), showbiz is unavoidable since the mountain has become a sexy, beautiful, attractive and appealing girl-mountaineers laden place.
The updates of the nice ladies which are nonexistent will never be missed in a conversation.
Often, the questions if their boyfriends were still the same or if the couple are still together when people of interest meet them on their past climbs is the most frequently asked at the socials causing a slow in the pace of the circling tagayan as everybody await someone who knew the girl or couple to answer. While the conversation in every social is always light, this topic is the lightest as it always elicits curiosity and sometimes laughter.
And if somebody is already drunk, he might disclose what he feels to a co-mountaineer, the liquor makes the tongue slippery in most cases, or if he is too sleepy not to find his tent to sleep to, he might end up being pictured in the social matting with a ridiculous composure and becomes the subject of the discussions and embarrassing comments in Facebook.
And that’s the worst thing happened to me after Socials at Mt. Cinco Picos.
Of course, hours of hill-walking are tiring, but in the process, we learned from each other through listening and sharing thoughts in between sigh and rest and most notably; during socials – the grand part of the camp night.
The chatters, although usually evolves in previous climbs and experiences at the mountains and normally devoid of personal facts, it sometimes imparts additional knowledge through people willing to share their work experiences and expertise in their field of work.
While the respect for highly professionals or older mountaineer is a little notch higher, the respect for every backpacker is given no matter who he/she is and what he/she is doing, after all, in the mountain, according to them; we have the same smell. While I’d like to disagree for I know that some of the girl mountaineers are still conscious of their odour; majority agrees to the notion.
Second best thing I loved is the absence of bosses in the mountain, yes, there’s a leader or organizer or guides but not managers and supervisors who tells or commands you what to do. There are some who feels that way but you have the choice of getting rid of him or not to go with him in the next climb, you can find another group with no such specie anyway. But of course, make no mistake about it; you cannot expect every group member to be that perfect, you have no right to expect the best from your group if you too have no initiatives or lazy in doing chores required for being part of the group.
And if you are that obnoxious kind of backpacker, then go solo, that’s the best thing you can do.
Third is the scenery, you can view the panoramic landscapes that you could only see in magazines and calendars, you can even captured those in your camera, the feeling when you are just browsing it in your camera screen is amazing, the pictures are enough sometimes to crave more mountains.
Fourth is the physical gains I could get through hiking, I am not a body figure conscious person nor an exercise or gym buff and so climbing mountains at least once in awhile I think is enough to compensate the proper stretching required by my body to activate or stimulate my entire veins. I don’t know but I am thinking that the amount of sweat coming from my body in one climb is enough to equal the amount I produce on a four-times-in-a-month (week-ends) of jogging. (Ah…perhaps I am just justifying my recent inactivity from jogging)
While politics has sometimes succeeds in getting a little room in the mountain (see second best thing, isn’t it a part of politics?), showbiz is unavoidable since the mountain has become a sexy, beautiful, attractive and appealing girl-mountaineers laden place.
The updates of the nice ladies which are nonexistent will never be missed in a conversation.
Often, the questions if their boyfriends were still the same or if the couple are still together when people of interest meet them on their past climbs is the most frequently asked at the socials causing a slow in the pace of the circling tagayan as everybody await someone who knew the girl or couple to answer. While the conversation in every social is always light, this topic is the lightest as it always elicits curiosity and sometimes laughter.
And if somebody is already drunk, he might disclose what he feels to a co-mountaineer, the liquor makes the tongue slippery in most cases, or if he is too sleepy not to find his tent to sleep to, he might end up being pictured in the social matting with a ridiculous composure and becomes the subject of the discussions and embarrassing comments in Facebook.
And that’s the worst thing happened to me after Socials at Mt. Cinco Picos.
Saturday, December 18, 2010
Traversing Mt. Pico de Loro
What is amazing is the newly found friends…I had a good a laugh at the jeep on our way to a beach in Batangas for a post climb celebration.
There were nice and funny climbers at the mountains and one of those people is our organizer that introduced himself as Je.
Though he made an unpopular decision of waiting the late comer who happened to arrived more than an hour late to the agreed departure time to the dismay of the early birds and other participants; he compensated it by giving us a warm hosting, satisfying and unforgettable entertainment.
Together with Sir Budz who I know is a trusted and reliable company in the mountains – being with him at Mt.Pulag, Sir Je succeeded in giving us memorable experience in Mt.Pico De Loro.
Looking dark but-not-so-tall tattooed-goatee man, he is capable enough to handle a 21 member group consist of experienced and neophytes in the mountain by naturally infusing a light, pleasant and funny environment through his comic punch lines and green antics. He has face ready to burst at any given time after throwing funny remarks and looks like he himself cannot contain not to laugh at his own banters. He has a good timing too, he knows when to deliver… he is a serious leading man turning humorous when everyone is in a relaxing mood and/or done with the difficulties of the trails.
And I liked his personality being such; I felt like we’re too close to exchange thoughts and discuss topics. I am looking forward to be with him if there’s another climb.
Mt.Pico De Loro is one of the mountains frequented by the mountaineers especially for neophytes being classified as mountains with level 1 trails, meaning, relatively easy trails. Some of the beauties its summit could offer is the view of thick forests, beaches and according to some with clearer eyes; volcanoes.
The trail while easy at the beginning which most part going to the second DENR office were descending trails, the strenuous trek begins after the rest at the less-water falls. What follows after ten-minutes or so of picture taking at the falls is a two-three hours hard trek in a “kawayanan” part of the mountain. I had a decent sweat ascending to that part of the forest; I gulped more water than I expect to be consumed that day which I paid almost dearly on the second day. 2.5 liters is not enough from the DENR second registration station to exit point in Batangas, I miscalculated my water-consumption.
The feel-good part is in the rocky portion of the trek as per Sir Budz words, it’s in there that we can heave a sigh of relief as what follows next is again a short downhill trek going to the Campsite. Truly, after a brief encounter with nicely-patterned huge rocks and easy downhill trek, we’re on the campsite.
We arrived earlier than we expected at the camp site, we still have an ample time to pitch our tents and our organizers to cook our dinner before the darkness fall.
And it’s a picture taking portion once again while I and Sir Boyet have started to make rounds of Gin Blue “shots”.
After more than an hour of preparation and dinner are ready, it’s a sumptuous meals; Fried crispy big Tilapia, Pork Adobo in salt (we call it Bicol Adobo prepared and brought by Sir Budz-a fellow bicolano) and Pinakbet with Bagoong. What follows next is a silence that only the sound of spoon and food trays you could hear.
And then socials; it’s a long hours of picture-taking, discussions, storytelling and laughters. We almost didn’t noticed that it was already 12:00 midnight, the sub-group made of 3 set of lovers invited and headed by Sir Josh leaves the socials after 10:00 and became the subject of jokes that they are leaving not because they’ll rest but “magpapagod pa rin”. Laughter
Having thought that my alcoholic dosage is enough to have a good sleep, I quit already from drinking, we’ve had enough I guess, the number of empty bottles of Gin blue rolling at the ground sheet could tell how far we’ve gone through with our conversation but there’s still more unopened, I felt that I might throw up if I still continue to indulge the fact that there’s no water chaser due to our limited water supply.
But then again, I am wrong. I couldn’t sleep, I have a sleeping disorder at the mountain, “namamahay”, the gin dosage I have taken is not enough still to put me to rest.
I am outside the tent as early as 5:30, there’s no more enough time in trying to have a sleep.
The breakfast is energizing: tinolang manok and dried fish, and we have a morning feast.
Then, after finding several good angles and backdrops after leaving the camp site, time-consuming picture taking ensued again.
It’s time to ascend the summit, it’s a 25-30 minutes stiff vertical trail that obviously justifies the heavy traffic going up, our breakfast did well to overcome the challenge laid upon us. And there’s the summit, I don’t know if it was the parrot’s beak that they are referring to or the nearby solid rock standing few meters away and almost as tall as that small ground that we are stepping into.
With a capacity of twenty people maybe, the peak indeed offers a 360 degree view of vast eye-soothing landscapes of
And we then proceeded to the huge tower of rock standing side by side with the peak, Sir Budz was so prepared that he has a big rope very much necessary in climbing the peak of the wonder of that mountain, though just few feet from the easy mid-part of that rocks, the rope is a big help especially for girls. And of course, it’s the last backdrop of many flashes coming from several cameras.
It’s past ten when we descended and started the four hour trek exiting to another side of that mountain – Batangas.
It’s a three-hour or more of fast-paced walking and though relatively easy, the heat of the sun to some open part of the “kawayanan” trail added to our fatigue in addition to the fact that almost all of us was running out of water. As the noon approaching, we cannot eat our trail foods as much as we loved to as the water became scarce. We reached the exit point eventually with dry lips and much thirst.
And as we wait for the last groups to emerge from the mountain trail and the jeep with water, Ms.Cham search out the “The Bar” from her Bag and it helped a little bit quenching our thirst, we already have a good laugh courtesy of the “The Bar” when the last member of our group come out from the trail.
Minutes later and the jeep has arrived, it’s time to pack up, Sir Budz and the driver spotted a “water monitor” peddler and they bought the animal right away which turned to be an exotic delicious “adobo sa gata” lunch food accompanied by Pork Caldereta.
While the trip going to Batangas beach took us hours, for us, the boys sitting at the tail end of the jeep, it’s just a short time travel of continuous laughter and “tagayan”, there’s one more Gin blue after “The Bar”. Sir Je is really funny; he entertained us well and even made some others on the front row regret having not to cope up with our topic.
After a late exotic and delicious lunch, everybody had their each indulgences, some goes to the sea side, some to the swimming pool while the rest goes back at the drinking table including myself. It was a final leg of a drinking marathon for us and we make the most of it by discussing almost every aspect of the climb including the ironing of the crumpled part – the more than an hour long of waiting to the late comer – and let the person concerned speak about it, in the end, it turned out as a positive verbal discussion and seemingly helpful steps towards a friendly succeeding climbs.
It’s 9:30 p.m. when the last drop of beer fell and that was also the time to leave Maryland Beach Resort for home.
A safe and literally silent journey follows as the noisy people were subdued by too much beer.
It was in Alabang that we all parted ways.
1: 25 a.m. and I am home…it was an assurance that at last, I could have a sleep.
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Week-end Adventure at Mount Pulag
So tired…I never been that tired in my entire life until that Mt.Pulag climb, my feet had almost ceased from walking the rest of the trek going to the ranger station – the last pit stop of that tiring 3- day adventure – but I have to do it, I need to go home of course and it’s my choice, a hard but rewarding choice of spending the week end.
After 7 months of being idle from mountain climbing, I braved the third highest peak in the Philippines without much preparation.
With a more or less 25 kgs. back pack draped at my back, I felt like I am slowly breaking it, thankfully, after 3 days of punishing all the ligaments of my body, I can again enjoy the air conditioned office room back in Manila.
DAY 1
Baguio is cool, it’s my first time going there, some of my company has to put on their jackets and hand gloves as the coldness bites, it’s like Christmas breeze. It’s still dark when we get there and we are scheduled to leave as early as 5:00 a.m. going to DENR Office for climbing permits. The jeepneys are already waiting for us right in front of the Victory Liner terminal.
Right after buying bottled drinks at the nearby grocery store, we quickly get on board and the four hours journey has begun. The road is like a maze, an hour later and I felt dizzy, I opened the glass window of the jeep thinking that the cold breeze might ease my dizziness but I was wrong, it is still with me, fortunately, somebody got the idea of pulling over at the tourist’s station fronting Ambuklao dam for picture taking, and I threw up…I knew then who’s culprit of my nausea – the Strawberry taho, my breakfast in Baguio.
Three hours later and we are in DENR office, there we had the idea of the looming traffic of going at the peak, numerous groups that we have seen in the Cubao terminal are already there attending the briefing, my conservative estimate is 300 plus persons while one member of our group estimated it 500 plus on our way going back to Baguio when I mentioned the volume of the mountaineers.
From DENR office we have to embark again for an hour travel going to Akiki jump off. What are visible on the way that serves as eye candies are the conspicuous sun flowers that are giving life to the partly cemented zigzag and filthy road.
Just getting into the visitor’s centre at the opening of the Akiki Trail, I am already gasping for my breath, a prologue of what awaits ahead of us. It’s a good thing that after an hour or more of slow and restful ascending, the trail goes knee-friendly but it still takes three hours before I, together with my buddy – Sir Jeff, and a newly found trekking friend – Ma’am Chat, had reached the Eddet River – the camp site.
I have managed to put up my tent before the dark falls and we (Me & Jeff) had our dinner at almost 8.
I never had socials (drinking binge) with other groups on my previous climbs but the inviting group especially the organizer (Sir Jovit) of the climb is too friendly to be rejected and judging the faces of the other group members, it looks interesting to know them well.
And while all of us are aware of the climbing difficulties waiting after that night – that Sir Jovit called it Cardiac Arrest – the concern seems trivial at the drinking session. I had a good conversation to many of them.
We call our group Adventurista, Inc., a 35-member contingent composed of various small groups. I am there as a part of a two man team (Me and Sir Jeff) invited by one of the Members of the Yapak Mountaineers wherein our organizer, Sir Jovit was original member as I learned. Strangely but I felt comfortable sitting with some of them while Sir Jeff, my climbing buddy, is playing a magic trick of sudden invisibility when the circling “tagayan” is already approaching (Peace Sir Jeff! hehe..). I was right; most of the people of the groups are really nice and friendly that I indulge sharing my own stories with them until past ten in the evening.
Right from the start, I already have another group that I felt closed to – the 4-member bicolano group from Legazpi headed by Sir Loui being a bicolano myself and like them, an Albayano too.
And then there’s Sir Benj (not sure if I got his name right) who I think is on his mid-fifty and our tent-neighbor, so nice of him to initiate a conversation while we (me & Sir Jeff) are preparing for our dinner, we exchanges mountaineer’s basic talks that normally dwells on mountain experiences; our previous climbs, latest climb, number and name of peaks that we already conquered, thrill and excitements of every climb and some other things.
I don’t know why but I cannot recall of having a good sleep in any camp site I have been to. Guzzling some “shots” at the socials did not help to change my mountain sleeping habit – a shallow sleep.
Two hours of shallow sleep and the coldness attacked me off guard. “It’s really cold at the campsite” I was told by a co-employee, he’s been at Mt. Pulag already but I never take it seriously thinking that he is referring to the camp site II and judging the temperature in the Eddet camp site when we arrive, I think it is dry and normal. I have tried to brush it off but it overwhelms me even after wearing additional pants, long sleeves and a jacket which eventually put me sleepless the remaining night.
DAY 2
There’s no more reason to stay longer in my tent when the noise of the people awakened has started to get louder, I’ve been awake since past 1:00 a.m. and to pretend that I was still sleeping is all I can do until 4:00 a.m.
Unable to find the 4 cup noodles I brought with me, I just took a cup of coffee, biscuit and a cup cake before embarking to the back-breaking and knee-shaking undertaking.
First was an all assault dry pine forest trek getting off at Eddet River, having no enough sleep and a light breakfast were the reasons maybe of finding myself always on the rest mode, without my approval, I become a sweeper of an early group. The slopes were too many that if we are in Batangas, we probably counted three to four mountain peaks; just imagine how hard it would be.
It’s almost 12:00 noon when we set foot at the Marlboro Country, an hour late from the estimated ETD; it’s a somewhat mandatory rest place, it’s in there that all the climbers had their lunch. Many other hiking groups have passed us by including foreigners. Good-looking girls are common sights and that helped me eased my exhaustion, I shouldn’t wonder what really drives them to dared that mountain, we have common reasons after all.
After taking lunch and almost an hour of rest, I and Sir Jeff decided to continue the endless trek (or so it seems), I already got a heavy steps, my backpack seems got heavier than when we just depart. Good thing that the scorching sun was being blocked by the thick trees or else it would add more to the heavy burden. Hours passed and I felt a little bit excited after hearing that we are approaching the mossy part of the forest, at least we are moving.
The mossy part of the mountain is a little dark and muddy, it reminds me of Mt. Makiling, is was there that we came across some of the Ambangeg-Akiki bound mountaineers, we are just in the middle according to them when asked how far the last station is, it appeared lately then that we are indeed in the middle but only of the mossy part as the grassland was still too elusive to be reached.
We had a mandatory rest at the last water source, meaning, additional burden as we need to reload our water bottles; it was in there that we are reunited with the rest of our group members including other groups.
And at last, we have reached the grassland part. All we thought is that we are just minutes away from the campsite and a friendly trek is awaiting us, but we are all wrong, it was not called as baby Pulag for nothing, it was vast but all ascending grassland, the Baby Pulag that Sir Jovit was referring to in the itinerary has siblings, “nanganganak” was the description of my tired colleagues. These baby steep slopes cannot be simply scaled without giving much sweat and heavy breathing.
It was an endless assault once again with a different view and temperature. As we reached every summit of that baby mountains, the breeze are getting colder and the sun is already hiding from thick of clouds, I felt that the King Sun betrays us when we needed him most as his heat are so comforting at that time. It was just past 4: 00 at that time.
After hitting several mini summits, at last, we have seen the camp site. But it was still far that it sometimes looks hazy as the fogs are getting down, it was kilometers away from the last mountain that we had able to climb.
It was indeed an arduous trek all day long…and I am relieved for the day to be concluded in minutes time, at last, I told myself, we will have a long rest after getting into the camp site.
While I could hardly move my legs reaching the colorful tents-laden level field few kilometers away from the last hill we are standing at which at times looks invisible blurred by the fog, it’s a relief after a long long strenuous and back breaking walk; it was such a pleasant site from the top of the last hills we have climbed. It’s getting dark when we reached the camp site, two hours late from ETA.
It’s really cold that without noticing it, I’ve got a runny nose, my hands are also shaking, thanks to Sir Benj, he helped me pitch my tent and it’s really a big help that I thanked him profusely. I feel like I’m getting sick that I want to just stay inside my tent, I could hardly breath, the wind is really freezing and makes me paralyze but I cannot let Sir Jeff to do the cooking chores that is why I tried to come out after having a cup of coffee feeling a little better, I helped him prepare our viand for the night.
Sir Jeff probably feels the same way, he barely finishes his dinner and hurriedly gets inside his tent, I never see him again outside. I hastily brushed my teeth and prepares for an early sleep believing that I could probably sleep earlier due to the interrupted sleep the previo us night and a very tiring day.
To make sure that I could battle the coldness, I put up 3 shirts, long sleeve and a jacket tucked to my body then jogging pants and khaki pants plus two socks with shoes intact to my feet, two hand gloves and three bonnets placed in my head then I had also a towel as a blanket before I lay down.
Minutes in a sleeping position and my mind is still clear, my eyelid refuses to close and my body shivers. I do not feel drowsy at all; it was all the cold that overpower everything within me. I’ve got my poncho and wear it too, still, the chilliness dumped all my efforts just to fall asleep, I’ve even frequently changed sleeping position but it does not change anything. I couldn’t imagine the worse of pouring rain or having a bad weather at the saddle.
And so I have to face another day without any sleep.
DAY 3
As usual, rather than staying at the tent unproductive, I rose as early as 4:00 am to break and put my tent in order before the dawn break.
We just took coffee and biscuits and then get ready for an hour climb going to the summit.
Two nights without having a good rest and no proper breakfast took a heavy toll on me. Taking just a few steps on the assault and I felt the over all weariness. I cannot afford to stretch my feet more and maintain a normal pace as my heart beats so fast I couldn’t count it anymore as they outdo each other. I am just taking an inch-interval step just so I moved and the small step up was normally cut to half, that’s how my knees are terribly tired.
I couldn’t tell if there’s still sweat coming out from my body; maybe I am running out of it considering the continuous perspiration I had the past two days, the chilly morning while helps easing a little bit the exhaustion was not enough to empower my body moving ahead.
But despite of all, 30 minutes after, we’re already on top, and I felt that I am wanting more…it’s not that hard getting at the top after all, I am expecting of an hour of steep, hard and long climb from the saddle going at the peak but that was it according to them, the two small slopes surrounded by a thick fog with a capacity to hold more or less hundred mountaineers was indeed the summit we’ve been looking for.
And yes, the feeling is euphoric and celebratory…picture taking is everywhere. Cameras are flashing from almost anywhere. There’s warm in that place, not that thick jackets, masks and hand gloves have succeeded in taking care of the unsettling cold fogs of every human body but it’s the overpowering cheers from within that make the place warmly festive.
The summit, however, which provides a spectacular 360 degree view of the Cordillera is a little bit spoilsport, it didn’t give us easy access of the breathtaking views atop. The conniving fogs that offered favorable picture-backdrop-rainbows instead stay there until after 8:00 by which we have already on our way downhill. I regret that I did not take the opportunity to catch the colorful rainbow as backdrop of my pictures as what my friends did. It yields beautiful result as evidenced by their pictures uploaded as primary to their Face book account.
The first batch of groups to which we are part descended ten minutes before 8:00 a.m., the trail is like malling according to Sir Jovit and malling indeed, it’s like going to the entire SM mall in Metro Manila; it takes us 4 hours still before reaching the Ranger Station – the pick up station going back to DENR-Baguio. It was an easy trek all along, no more assault; we’ve started from rice paddies-like trails concluded by an hour on-the-road trail. With the blistering sun at the latter part of strolling in addition to the draining endless stroll, heavy back pack and the grumbling stomach as deterring factors, I still have survived the challenge of Mt.Pulag. I swear to myself that I wouldn’t go back there anymore without a porter; it’s the heavy back pack that is breaking if not killing me softly.
It’s already 12:15 when I reached the Ranger Station, the first thing I did is to buy Pancit and Gatorade in a nearby store to quell my complaining stomach and quench my thirst.
So relaxing…an hour of rest, cleaning my trekking clothes and pants and we’re again on an hour DENR-bound trip to log out.
And we cannot just reach the Baguio from DENR without any humor…Sir Benj was being left at the store near DENR office. He belongs to the second jeep and since we are having fun in the first jeep – taking “shots” while on the way – the people of the second jeep thought of him transferring to us, they ignore his absence in their jeep, hence, the trouble of him to ask the other mountaineers group at the DENR to allow him hitch a ride going to Baguio, and of course, I cannot think of a mountaineer group who will ignore his plea. But we didn’t wait him in Baguio; we wait him in the middle of the road after learning that he is on the other group…and yes…picture-taking again as we wait and as he arrives.
We’re on Baguio past 6:00 p.m., while I planned to roam around in Baguio and see the beauty of the Summer Capital, the time or the lacks of it deny me to do so, we decided to just stay at the Victory Liner as we scheduled to leave at exactly 7:00 p.m. and while I craved for rice and any special Baguio food delicacy as I think of a sumptuous meal before leaving Baguio, we have no choice but to just order pizza at the food center as there were no traditional foods available at the terminal.
7:10 p.m. exact time of Departure
We then traveled back safe and sound…
1:15 a.m. Home sweet home…what an awesome week end!
After 7 months of being idle from mountain climbing, I braved the third highest peak in the Philippines without much preparation.
With a more or less 25 kgs. back pack draped at my back, I felt like I am slowly breaking it, thankfully, after 3 days of punishing all the ligaments of my body, I can again enjoy the air conditioned office room back in Manila.
DAY 1
Baguio is cool, it’s my first time going there, some of my company has to put on their jackets and hand gloves as the coldness bites, it’s like Christmas breeze. It’s still dark when we get there and we are scheduled to leave as early as 5:00 a.m. going to DENR Office for climbing permits. The jeepneys are already waiting for us right in front of the Victory Liner terminal.
Right after buying bottled drinks at the nearby grocery store, we quickly get on board and the four hours journey has begun. The road is like a maze, an hour later and I felt dizzy, I opened the glass window of the jeep thinking that the cold breeze might ease my dizziness but I was wrong, it is still with me, fortunately, somebody got the idea of pulling over at the tourist’s station fronting Ambuklao dam for picture taking, and I threw up…I knew then who’s culprit of my nausea – the Strawberry taho, my breakfast in Baguio.
Three hours later and we are in DENR office, there we had the idea of the looming traffic of going at the peak, numerous groups that we have seen in the Cubao terminal are already there attending the briefing, my conservative estimate is 300 plus persons while one member of our group estimated it 500 plus on our way going back to Baguio when I mentioned the volume of the mountaineers.
From DENR office we have to embark again for an hour travel going to Akiki jump off. What are visible on the way that serves as eye candies are the conspicuous sun flowers that are giving life to the partly cemented zigzag and filthy road.
Just getting into the visitor’s centre at the opening of the Akiki Trail, I am already gasping for my breath, a prologue of what awaits ahead of us. It’s a good thing that after an hour or more of slow and restful ascending, the trail goes knee-friendly but it still takes three hours before I, together with my buddy – Sir Jeff, and a newly found trekking friend – Ma’am Chat, had reached the Eddet River – the camp site.
I have managed to put up my tent before the dark falls and we (Me & Jeff) had our dinner at almost 8.
I never had socials (drinking binge) with other groups on my previous climbs but the inviting group especially the organizer (Sir Jovit) of the climb is too friendly to be rejected and judging the faces of the other group members, it looks interesting to know them well.
And while all of us are aware of the climbing difficulties waiting after that night – that Sir Jovit called it Cardiac Arrest – the concern seems trivial at the drinking session. I had a good conversation to many of them.
We call our group Adventurista, Inc., a 35-member contingent composed of various small groups. I am there as a part of a two man team (Me and Sir Jeff) invited by one of the Members of the Yapak Mountaineers wherein our organizer, Sir Jovit was original member as I learned. Strangely but I felt comfortable sitting with some of them while Sir Jeff, my climbing buddy, is playing a magic trick of sudden invisibility when the circling “tagayan” is already approaching (Peace Sir Jeff! hehe..). I was right; most of the people of the groups are really nice and friendly that I indulge sharing my own stories with them until past ten in the evening.
Right from the start, I already have another group that I felt closed to – the 4-member bicolano group from Legazpi headed by Sir Loui being a bicolano myself and like them, an Albayano too.
And then there’s Sir Benj (not sure if I got his name right) who I think is on his mid-fifty and our tent-neighbor, so nice of him to initiate a conversation while we (me & Sir Jeff) are preparing for our dinner, we exchanges mountaineer’s basic talks that normally dwells on mountain experiences; our previous climbs, latest climb, number and name of peaks that we already conquered, thrill and excitements of every climb and some other things.
I don’t know why but I cannot recall of having a good sleep in any camp site I have been to. Guzzling some “shots” at the socials did not help to change my mountain sleeping habit – a shallow sleep.
Two hours of shallow sleep and the coldness attacked me off guard. “It’s really cold at the campsite” I was told by a co-employee, he’s been at Mt. Pulag already but I never take it seriously thinking that he is referring to the camp site II and judging the temperature in the Eddet camp site when we arrive, I think it is dry and normal. I have tried to brush it off but it overwhelms me even after wearing additional pants, long sleeves and a jacket which eventually put me sleepless the remaining night.
DAY 2
There’s no more reason to stay longer in my tent when the noise of the people awakened has started to get louder, I’ve been awake since past 1:00 a.m. and to pretend that I was still sleeping is all I can do until 4:00 a.m.
Unable to find the 4 cup noodles I brought with me, I just took a cup of coffee, biscuit and a cup cake before embarking to the back-breaking and knee-shaking undertaking.
First was an all assault dry pine forest trek getting off at Eddet River, having no enough sleep and a light breakfast were the reasons maybe of finding myself always on the rest mode, without my approval, I become a sweeper of an early group. The slopes were too many that if we are in Batangas, we probably counted three to four mountain peaks; just imagine how hard it would be.
It’s almost 12:00 noon when we set foot at the Marlboro Country, an hour late from the estimated ETD; it’s a somewhat mandatory rest place, it’s in there that all the climbers had their lunch. Many other hiking groups have passed us by including foreigners. Good-looking girls are common sights and that helped me eased my exhaustion, I shouldn’t wonder what really drives them to dared that mountain, we have common reasons after all.
After taking lunch and almost an hour of rest, I and Sir Jeff decided to continue the endless trek (or so it seems), I already got a heavy steps, my backpack seems got heavier than when we just depart. Good thing that the scorching sun was being blocked by the thick trees or else it would add more to the heavy burden. Hours passed and I felt a little bit excited after hearing that we are approaching the mossy part of the forest, at least we are moving.
The mossy part of the mountain is a little dark and muddy, it reminds me of Mt. Makiling, is was there that we came across some of the Ambangeg-Akiki bound mountaineers, we are just in the middle according to them when asked how far the last station is, it appeared lately then that we are indeed in the middle but only of the mossy part as the grassland was still too elusive to be reached.
We had a mandatory rest at the last water source, meaning, additional burden as we need to reload our water bottles; it was in there that we are reunited with the rest of our group members including other groups.
And at last, we have reached the grassland part. All we thought is that we are just minutes away from the campsite and a friendly trek is awaiting us, but we are all wrong, it was not called as baby Pulag for nothing, it was vast but all ascending grassland, the Baby Pulag that Sir Jovit was referring to in the itinerary has siblings, “nanganganak” was the description of my tired colleagues. These baby steep slopes cannot be simply scaled without giving much sweat and heavy breathing.
It was an endless assault once again with a different view and temperature. As we reached every summit of that baby mountains, the breeze are getting colder and the sun is already hiding from thick of clouds, I felt that the King Sun betrays us when we needed him most as his heat are so comforting at that time. It was just past 4: 00 at that time.
After hitting several mini summits, at last, we have seen the camp site. But it was still far that it sometimes looks hazy as the fogs are getting down, it was kilometers away from the last mountain that we had able to climb.
It was indeed an arduous trek all day long…and I am relieved for the day to be concluded in minutes time, at last, I told myself, we will have a long rest after getting into the camp site.
While I could hardly move my legs reaching the colorful tents-laden level field few kilometers away from the last hill we are standing at which at times looks invisible blurred by the fog, it’s a relief after a long long strenuous and back breaking walk; it was such a pleasant site from the top of the last hills we have climbed. It’s getting dark when we reached the camp site, two hours late from ETA.
It’s really cold that without noticing it, I’ve got a runny nose, my hands are also shaking, thanks to Sir Benj, he helped me pitch my tent and it’s really a big help that I thanked him profusely. I feel like I’m getting sick that I want to just stay inside my tent, I could hardly breath, the wind is really freezing and makes me paralyze but I cannot let Sir Jeff to do the cooking chores that is why I tried to come out after having a cup of coffee feeling a little better, I helped him prepare our viand for the night.
Sir Jeff probably feels the same way, he barely finishes his dinner and hurriedly gets inside his tent, I never see him again outside. I hastily brushed my teeth and prepares for an early sleep believing that I could probably sleep earlier due to the interrupted sleep the previo us night and a very tiring day.
To make sure that I could battle the coldness, I put up 3 shirts, long sleeve and a jacket tucked to my body then jogging pants and khaki pants plus two socks with shoes intact to my feet, two hand gloves and three bonnets placed in my head then I had also a towel as a blanket before I lay down.
Minutes in a sleeping position and my mind is still clear, my eyelid refuses to close and my body shivers. I do not feel drowsy at all; it was all the cold that overpower everything within me. I’ve got my poncho and wear it too, still, the chilliness dumped all my efforts just to fall asleep, I’ve even frequently changed sleeping position but it does not change anything. I couldn’t imagine the worse of pouring rain or having a bad weather at the saddle.
And so I have to face another day without any sleep.
DAY 3
As usual, rather than staying at the tent unproductive, I rose as early as 4:00 am to break and put my tent in order before the dawn break.
We just took coffee and biscuits and then get ready for an hour climb going to the summit.
Two nights without having a good rest and no proper breakfast took a heavy toll on me. Taking just a few steps on the assault and I felt the over all weariness. I cannot afford to stretch my feet more and maintain a normal pace as my heart beats so fast I couldn’t count it anymore as they outdo each other. I am just taking an inch-interval step just so I moved and the small step up was normally cut to half, that’s how my knees are terribly tired.
I couldn’t tell if there’s still sweat coming out from my body; maybe I am running out of it considering the continuous perspiration I had the past two days, the chilly morning while helps easing a little bit the exhaustion was not enough to empower my body moving ahead.
But despite of all, 30 minutes after, we’re already on top, and I felt that I am wanting more…it’s not that hard getting at the top after all, I am expecting of an hour of steep, hard and long climb from the saddle going at the peak but that was it according to them, the two small slopes surrounded by a thick fog with a capacity to hold more or less hundred mountaineers was indeed the summit we’ve been looking for.
And yes, the feeling is euphoric and celebratory…picture taking is everywhere. Cameras are flashing from almost anywhere. There’s warm in that place, not that thick jackets, masks and hand gloves have succeeded in taking care of the unsettling cold fogs of every human body but it’s the overpowering cheers from within that make the place warmly festive.
The summit, however, which provides a spectacular 360 degree view of the Cordillera is a little bit spoilsport, it didn’t give us easy access of the breathtaking views atop. The conniving fogs that offered favorable picture-backdrop-rainbows instead stay there until after 8:00 by which we have already on our way downhill. I regret that I did not take the opportunity to catch the colorful rainbow as backdrop of my pictures as what my friends did. It yields beautiful result as evidenced by their pictures uploaded as primary to their Face book account.
The first batch of groups to which we are part descended ten minutes before 8:00 a.m., the trail is like malling according to Sir Jovit and malling indeed, it’s like going to the entire SM mall in Metro Manila; it takes us 4 hours still before reaching the Ranger Station – the pick up station going back to DENR-Baguio. It was an easy trek all along, no more assault; we’ve started from rice paddies-like trails concluded by an hour on-the-road trail. With the blistering sun at the latter part of strolling in addition to the draining endless stroll, heavy back pack and the grumbling stomach as deterring factors, I still have survived the challenge of Mt.Pulag. I swear to myself that I wouldn’t go back there anymore without a porter; it’s the heavy back pack that is breaking if not killing me softly.
It’s already 12:15 when I reached the Ranger Station, the first thing I did is to buy Pancit and Gatorade in a nearby store to quell my complaining stomach and quench my thirst.
So relaxing…an hour of rest, cleaning my trekking clothes and pants and we’re again on an hour DENR-bound trip to log out.
And we cannot just reach the Baguio from DENR without any humor…Sir Benj was being left at the store near DENR office. He belongs to the second jeep and since we are having fun in the first jeep – taking “shots” while on the way – the people of the second jeep thought of him transferring to us, they ignore his absence in their jeep, hence, the trouble of him to ask the other mountaineers group at the DENR to allow him hitch a ride going to Baguio, and of course, I cannot think of a mountaineer group who will ignore his plea. But we didn’t wait him in Baguio; we wait him in the middle of the road after learning that he is on the other group…and yes…picture-taking again as we wait and as he arrives.
We’re on Baguio past 6:00 p.m., while I planned to roam around in Baguio and see the beauty of the Summer Capital, the time or the lacks of it deny me to do so, we decided to just stay at the Victory Liner as we scheduled to leave at exactly 7:00 p.m. and while I craved for rice and any special Baguio food delicacy as I think of a sumptuous meal before leaving Baguio, we have no choice but to just order pizza at the food center as there were no traditional foods available at the terminal.
7:10 p.m. exact time of Departure
We then traveled back safe and sound…
1:15 a.m. Home sweet home…what an awesome week end!
Friday, October 29, 2010
David Foster and my CP
I could have enjoyed the entire concert to the fullest had my cellphone wasn’t snatched/pocketed even before reaching the Araneta Coliseum.
The MRT is not getting safe to the commuters – at least from pick pockets.
I could just curse the one that pocketed my Music Express CP knowing that I am helpless in retrieving it moments after struggling to get inside the MRT.
Their hands are fast, really fast, and they are good in timing, they know how to attack and they know when the victim is off guard, of course, they’re doing it in a day to day basis I guess, how could they not master the art of snatching given that fact. Practice and daily application makes perfect anyway.
I knew it but I can do nothing about it, really. Just moments after getting inside the car, my instinct tells me that something is wrong as I have felt a little friction to my left pocket while I was forcing myself to get inside the thick and pushing passenger train. I quickly dipped my left hand in my pocket and it confirmed my apprehension – my cellphone was gone. My mind is thinking whether to step outside the train and try to look for my cellphone or just stay inside and accept the fate. The impossibility of the former and the blockage of other passengers just make me stare the faces of the passengers left out helplessly and decided to just stay.
MRT has become a breeding ground for pick pockets and unless authorities will do something to stop it, these felons will thrive here well.
Still, I enjoyed the concert, the performers made me forgot what happened earlier, like the thousands audience who flocked the Araneta Coliseum; I was too generous in giving applause to every performer. I’m not a fan of Charice, I went there to see David Foster, Natalie Cole and Peter Cetera perform but the feeling to see her perform side by side with my foreign idols is overwhelming, she really deserves the tremendous applause and standing ovation she receives from the jam-packed Coliseum, she’s great.
The ticket is quite expensive, twice of the price of the foreign song artists I have fortunately attended previously, and why not, it’s a collective performance of at least three established superstar in international music industry. It was my first time to buy an SRO ticket in the upper B, the cheering is thundering for almost every song being played. It’s my second time to watch Natalie Cole having seen her perform in Araneta last year in her post Valentine Concert and my first for both David Foster and Peter Cetera.
It’s Foster’s first here in the Philippines while Cetera have already performed twice I guess in the Araneta just a short time ago.
Seeing the preview of the hit songs played in two big monitors David Foster wrote, co-wrote, produced and co-produced sung by several big international personalities in music world has really amazed me how great he really is in music, without a doubt, he is musically genius.
Here is the man that I admired just for his “Just for a Moment” and “The Best of Me” hits which were enough reason to compel me to watch him has brought many of my favorite songs with him, to my great pleasure! It surprised me to know that he has more than the two hits I loved which interestingly toned down my excitement not to hear the later and the former being the introductory piece played in piano minus the lyrics. Nonetheless, he’s still great!
The fun is over and I’m back to reality with a serious business of getting back at the culprit behind the stealing of my phone. I can’t just sit idly and make him laugh all the way to the pawnshop or underground market. I bought that cell phone from my hard earned money and I can’t just let it slip away without an effort to retrieve it.
The chance is bleak but I will exhaust all the efforts of getting back at him. Foremost is the submission of the request letter to the management of MRT seeking permission to view the Close Circuit Television (CCTV) file and if we’re lucky, we could unmask the culprit which I believed is lurking in the station regularly eyeing for victims and eventually, through the aid of security personnel, catch him and make him pay the price of the trouble he had caused to his victims.
Life is full of surprises and the pick pocket had succeeded in surprising me in one fine evening.
How I wish that I could return him back the favor in the coming days.
Saturday, September 25, 2010
Mine
Mine is just a financial breath and a little convenience while hers is more than a family, uncontested care and a safe proven shelter.
Mine is as pure as her intention but mine is forever and carries the real meaning of family life.
Mine is the normal woman wants but hers defies the common belief of the very reasons of woman’s existence.
Mine is a new absolute change but hers is a safe proven eight years of safe and tested but monotonous way of living.
Mine is untested but hers is way beyond the accurate and established assessment.
Mine is fluid but hers is solid.
Mine is perilous but hers is safe.
Mine is analytical and critical but hers might accept every shortcomings and deceits.
Mine is ideal perspectively but hers is ideal practically.
Despite of all the imbalances, the arrow of logical choice still pointing at me
But I am waiving it in her favor.
The good side of mine was overwhelmed by hers
My feeling was dwarfed by her emotion and passion.
And my rationality cannot be just blinded by beauty in addition to the preference and preservation of self dignity.
Ridiculous, it is! I shouldn’t even make this comparison.
But as I did; I should have posted it long before.
And simply shrug it as I was somewhat coned.
What a cool lesson…
Mine is as pure as her intention but mine is forever and carries the real meaning of family life.
Mine is the normal woman wants but hers defies the common belief of the very reasons of woman’s existence.
Mine is a new absolute change but hers is a safe proven eight years of safe and tested but monotonous way of living.
Mine is untested but hers is way beyond the accurate and established assessment.
Mine is fluid but hers is solid.
Mine is perilous but hers is safe.
Mine is analytical and critical but hers might accept every shortcomings and deceits.
Mine is ideal perspectively but hers is ideal practically.
Despite of all the imbalances, the arrow of logical choice still pointing at me
But I am waiving it in her favor.
The good side of mine was overwhelmed by hers
My feeling was dwarfed by her emotion and passion.
And my rationality cannot be just blinded by beauty in addition to the preference and preservation of self dignity.
Ridiculous, it is! I shouldn’t even make this comparison.
But as I did; I should have posted it long before.
And simply shrug it as I was somewhat coned.
What a cool lesson…
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