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it’s quite difficult to get into emotional ripples and you can’t get back to the edge. normaly an individual shoud deal with emotional trials upon the capacity of the emotional trial which occured with the strength of your capability to stand with it and say…"hey! i’m ok now!" but this this is quite different… i have fallen into a situation where you do not know how to deal with a person you cannot enter into his space. it’s an infatuation though not much a deal, but it’s difficult to linger on possibilities if maybe… i don’t know…it’s hard to face a quiet and soft personal space…

isn’t it fascinating having everything organized and clean. it will be easier then to remember the things that you need when you needed then if you are organize. i have realized that the dust can really drive you crazy. listening to a preaching who doesn’t go direct to the point may seem to trigger your inside and drive you crazy why this person has to go to details when there is an easier way of explaining what he is trying to point to. it is then hopeless to say somthing to a friend that this and that is not good so better change that and doesn’t even seem to do anything. it’s horrible to be with the love ones who are suffering so much and you know that they know how to get out of that suffering. it is very inevitable to not smile when the one who hated you thought that you have been defeated when all along the one who hated you was the loser. it always works to make people feel great and make them see that you are impress with their accomplishments…though it’s kinda annoying since you know that it doesn’t actually please you…well what are all these complain for…what the hek…it just reminds me of the dust that keeps on coming inside our house,unhelping the floor and destroying our furniture and then let you keep them away over and over again. i think it’s the same with pride and the thought that you know everything when you don’t. the saying that "i thought" is like the dust, like our complains…an unacceptable stupidness. Those who thought that they have everything will then later on realized that they never had everything and for those who thought that they have done their best will then later on feel the unsatisfaction… those who thought that they have come to the point of giving up will then say that their will still a way…and then i don’t know what to say next…there are so many in the head to express…

yes indeed climbers are psychotic…i climbed mt. apo last sembrk  together with the dry run for the MFPI national mid-climb 2006… we placed markers on the trail… amazingly i found myself in the wilderness worrying not about the mud and the assaults, but witht the blood sucking leeches…they are so tiny and their head gets inside your skin to your veins to suck some…blood…i didnt feel anything though but it does make me feel wierd having those sorts on u.

in the middles of our climb…i realzed that the rest of the world is having fun and here i am so dirty and muddy…waying myseld down for our camp after 7 hours of assault and decents… my knees almost want to give up and am alone in the trail because our head (kuya doki) whose ahead of me was 5 meters down ahead of me and it was so dark and all you can see was the trail and the huge roots beside you…the group behind me was 2 hours away which is joan and popee and kuya carl… i have no choice but move both my feet and put mydelf together to get everything done with and have some water and hot choco down… it was freezing good thing my body was heated by the active movements we had frm long trek.

the moment i hear the river gets louder and louder it comforts my hear knowing that i am very near the camp.  we all communicate the same (hohoo). "hohoo! then i hear a respond from the head" it was really fun…others may not be able to call it fun, but the drive and the water from the ground makes you strong.

on our way to the peak, i realized… "climbers are psychotic…they love to go on through this huzzle just to reach the top…but they will go down anyway…"

then i learned this from other climbers… "because those people from below, who stays below never knew what is up there…"

yes they will forever wonder…what is up there… you can never call yourself a climber unless you will climb…

it’s a battle against yourself and the nature…and still learn from nature…

that without hardship you can never achieve anything. sweet water is better drank on top, from there and it will taste different when you drink it from someone up there.

forget yourself when you want to be with nature…precaution it with the "MIND OVER MATTER."

it is always right to be doing something that others thought you can’t do. it will always feel good proving them you are wrong, but the pleasure won’t stay long as much as you wanted it to stay. sad, but satisfying.

crazy things happens and it will just come and go…shit happens according to my couzin…it is true though…

like you can’t stop aging, you can’t stop the leaf from falling off its branch, you can’t stop weakness from being weak, you can’t stop gravity no matter how much you didn’t want it from pulling you down, you can’t stop pretending when you are in a crowed…a lot more…

here is one thing, do not question all the stupid and unacceptable things in life.

wierd being with people you don’t really know…you thought you knew them, but then it slaps you right away infront of you knowing you are wrong. so many have mastered the skill of mascharade…well it is indeed important coz it aids you booz up your hidden desire of wanting to be whatever you want to be…

what’s really wierd is…when you are wrong of one thing and you are so sure you are sure about it…the disappointments… i wonder until when you get over it. very bad… very very bad.

it discourages me a lot having this unpleasant looking belly…i’ll try not to eat but that wont do…i have to eat.

until when will this go…200 stups wont do unless you have to do it everyday, but i keep on forgetting…

i don’t know…im not fat…it’s just this tummy

i have started climbing with fun in my head. i always have patience.i chose to be a rock climber and it’s a very serious decision. imagine getting your hands all so rough and cutting your nails all so short. getting your legs much bruise and much more darker than the ordinary. getting uneven finger sides and shapes. getting tendonitis that hurts a lot!…you can’t easily close or open your hands as  usual…thank God for the genius minds who thought of making

ICE in cubes and all the sorts like ICE packs. It’s fun being their on the wall fighting yourself and popping out your eyes off its socket just to force your mind to blurt out at least the last drop of move to make to save you from you pupmpy arms. Unusual for ladies getting a mango shaped arm and of course proud to say broad shoulders with muscles.

Crazy, blood sucking (if your don’t sleep), body breaking trainings made me even better than i was the other day before i started to climb. It’s not about the physical…yah it does pay off. sure you will have a nice figure unless you eat a lot then you can’t expect the stomach to have six packs. As i said it is not about the physical…it’s psychological! Every pain you feel and agony is all in the mind. Your mind plays with itself. Crazy though, but it is true. The same with realities in life where you face troubles and concluded you cannot do another step then it is just in the mind… nothing really happened to you…your arms did not fall off your shoulders… believe me…

In climbing, you will always encounter yourself not the wall in front of you. danger and stupid accidents only comes and harms when you cannot think straight and you have let your mind manipulate your arms with lactic acids… encountering yourself comes first before you made your very first decision. Don’t decide to climb if the lactic acid made your arms their continent.

Mingle with people who have greater experience and learned from them and not boast to others you are with this people. A smart move. From zero grab board i learned the word hydro—-cephalous. Hope it sounds familiar. Many people drowned themselves to their own sea of pride because of this sickness.

Fun should be a must and when you have it…you will get interested to learn and learn and learn until you memorize how to do the 8 knot and the bowline and the fisherman’s and the hitch…JUST DO NOT FORGET THE 8 KNOT.k?!? the 8 knot…the 8 knot…the 8 knot…that’s what the advance climbers said…it’s one life worth or more.

Why got hooked in rock climbing? Because it is an obi1kinobi…it taught me life. It’s like God is the anchor and as you climb higher on the wall and face some difficult routs don’t give up…keep going…nothing will happen to you…trust on the anchor it is stable enough to NOT allow you to reach the ground when you fall…and try facing the difficulty again until you master it… i told you! Climbing and being a climber is more than what is seen…

Discouragements…it’s always part of climbing…but accepting it is good…swimming and drowning with it will not bring you any good…

i have started climbing with fun in my head. i always have patience.i chose to be a rock climber and it’s a very serious decision. imagine getting your hands all so rough and cutting your nails all so short. getting your legs much bruise and much more darker than the ordinary. getting uneven finger sides and shapes. getting tendonitis that hurts a lot!…you can’t easily close or open your hands as  usual…thank God for the genius minds who thought of making

ICE in cubes and all the sorts like ICE packs. It’s fun being their on the wall fighting yourself and popping out your eyes off its socket just to force your mind to blurt out at least the last drop of move to make to save you from you pupmpy arms. Unusual for ladies getting a mango shaped arm and of course proud to say broad shoulders with muscles.

Crazy, blood sucking (if your don’t sleep), body breaking trainings made me even better than i was the other day before i started to climb. It’s not about the physical…yah it does pay off. sure you will have a nice figure unless you eat a lot then you can’t expect the stomach to have six packs. As i said it is not about the physical…it’s psychological! Every pain you feel and agony is all in the mind. Your mind plays with itself. Crazy though, but it is true. The same with realities in life where you face troubles and concluded you cannot do another step then it is just in the mind… nothing really happened to you…your arms did not fall off your shoulders… believe me…

In climbing, you will always encounter yourself not the wall in front of you. danger and stupid accidents only comes and harms when you cannot think straight and you have let your mind manipulate your arms with lactic acids… encountering yourself comes first before you made your very first decision. Don’t decide to climb if the lactic acid made your arms their continent.

Mingle with people who have greater experience and learned from them and not boast to others you are with this people. A smart move. From zero grab board i learned the word hydro—-cephalous. Hope it sounds familiar. Many people drowned themselves to their own sea of pride because of this sickness.

Fun should be a must and when you have it…you will get interested to learn and learn and learn until you memorize how to do the 8 knot and the bowline and the fisherman’s and the hitch…JUST DO NOT FORGET THE 8 KNOT.k?!? the 8 knot…the 8 knot…the 8 knot…that’s what the advance climbers said…it’s one life worth or more.

Why got hooked in rock climbing? Because it is an obi1kinobi…it taught me life. It’s like God is the anchor and as you climb higher on the wall and face some difficult routs don’t give up…keep going…nothing will happen to you…trust on the anchor it is stable enough to NOT allow you to reach the ground when you fall…and try facing the difficulty again until you master it… i told you! Climbing and being a climber is more than what is seen…

Discouragements…it’s always part of climbing…but accepting it is good…swimming and drowning with it will not bring you any good…