Sara Bareilles singing In Between the Lines
"I tell myself all the words he surely meant to say
I'll talk until the conversation doesn't stay
Oh wait for me I'm almost ready
When he meant let go"
Thursday, March 29, 2012
You and Me, Always Between the Lines
Sara Bareilles singing In Between the Lines
"I tell myself all the words he surely meant to say
I'll talk until the conversation doesn't stay
Oh wait for me I'm almost ready
When he meant let go"
Tuesday, March 27, 2012
Friday, March 23, 2012
Friday, March 16, 2012
Summer Sky
Tinged with orange regret
Sitting in a corner
Trying to catch my breath.
*Found these lines scribbled on a scratch paper that I was about to throw in the trash. Happy summery Friday everyone! :)
Image from here.
Thursday, March 8, 2012
2012 goals (so far)
- Learn how to use chopsticks. (No progress)
- Belly-dance (No progress)
- Learn how to swim. -> carry over from 2011(No Progress)
- Learn how to surf.(No progress)
- Acquire a passport. -> carry over from 2011 (scheduled March 15 :))
- Join four LitWit Challenges
(and win!). --
> 1 out of 4 :), if you want to know what a LitWit challenge is, visit Jessica Zafra’s site: www.jessicarulestheuniverse.com3 out of 4 - Go to the gym every weekend. FAIL
- Climb 2-3 mountains - :(
- Volunteer or donate to PAWS - Volunteered for Kythe :)
- Watch one movie a month (haha) - Jan:Underworld Awakening, Feb: Unofficially Yours, Mar: Pending
- Go on ‘artist’ dates. (CHECK)
- Write more. (CHECK)
Friday, March 2, 2012
Remembering Batulao
I came across a news article last Tuesday about a 27-year old, first time, female hiker who was killed in Mt. Batulao after she fell down a cliff while taking pictures at Camp 8. They didn't have a guide with them. Reading about it saddened me; condolences to the people affected, including the hiking community. I cannot imagine the loss and trauma the group is going through because of this. :(
It was my first time, too, when we climbed Mt. Batulao. We were an almost all-girl group; Euge was the only male. We were accompanied by our 17-year old guide, Chris, who knew the terrain by heart. I could remember that he was only wearing rubber slippers back then. We were supposed to stop at Camp 6 of the old trail and head back but there was a group of male bystanders who told us that, even if we tried, it was beyond our capacity to go all the way to the summit. The old trail mandates you to go rock climbing to reach Camps 8 and 9 before reaching the summit at Camp 10. And, solely because of wounded women's pride, we persevered - without enough water to sustain us and without any rope/rappelling gear to see us through.
I remember I was already on auto-pilot mode when we were rock climbing. There were moments when I couldn't move because of sheer fear. I remember asking Euge regularly where I should put my feet, what rock I should hold on to. Wala e, mabablanko ka talaga (Your mind will really go blank.)Nervous laughter helped. It's the same story going down. We traversed to the new trail which proved to be very difficult. We couldn't see the trail when we're standing so we went down on our butts and slid down the dusty trail.
That's why Batulao left a lasting impression on me. Sometimes when we are discussing how we were able to make it back down, we are still amazed. I know some hikers who enjoy hiking up Batulao and I respect that. Every hiker's experience is uniquely his/her own. I'm not saying I did not enjoy the experience because friendships were woven deeper because of that shared experience. It's just that the stress was in equal amounts with the enjoyment I felt. And it was my first mountain so I guess there's a bit of trauma hinged to that experience (I know someone who's first mountain was Pulag and he didn't want to go back there, too). But, hey, as I said to each his own and I'm not saying you shouldn't go to Mt. Batulao. What I'm trying to say, I think, is that this mountain isn't ideal for first-timers.
It was my first time, too, when we climbed Mt. Batulao. We were an almost all-girl group; Euge was the only male. We were accompanied by our 17-year old guide, Chris, who knew the terrain by heart. I could remember that he was only wearing rubber slippers back then. We were supposed to stop at Camp 6 of the old trail and head back but there was a group of male bystanders who told us that, even if we tried, it was beyond our capacity to go all the way to the summit. The old trail mandates you to go rock climbing to reach Camps 8 and 9 before reaching the summit at Camp 10. And, solely because of wounded women's pride, we persevered - without enough water to sustain us and without any rope/rappelling gear to see us through.
I remember I was already on auto-pilot mode when we were rock climbing. There were moments when I couldn't move because of sheer fear. I remember asking Euge regularly where I should put my feet, what rock I should hold on to. Wala e, mabablanko ka talaga (Your mind will really go blank.)
That's why Batulao left a lasting impression on me. Sometimes when we are discussing how we were able to make it back down, we are still amazed. I know some hikers who enjoy hiking up Batulao and I respect that. Every hiker's experience is uniquely his/her own. I'm not saying I did not enjoy the experience because friendships were woven deeper because of that shared experience. It's just that the stress was in equal amounts with the enjoyment I felt. And it was my first mountain so I guess there's a bit of trauma hinged to that experience (I know someone who's first mountain was Pulag and he didn't want to go back there, too). But, hey, as I said to each his own and I'm not saying you shouldn't go to Mt. Batulao. What I'm trying to say, I think, is that this mountain isn't ideal for first-timers.
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