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Well…
What have i been doing this week? Well… Nahma, i climbed a freaking godforsaken mountain and did some water-rafting, and stayed in a hut, with all my brothers.
What happened to be an NYAA trip that i was scammed into turned out to be hell.
Firstly, we stayed in some cheap bodoh hotel called Strawberry Garden Hotel. Fair enough, there were strawberries grown, hence the name. But Nahma, the hotel no water heater. And the temperature of the surrounding weather was about 15 degrees, not too bad yet.
Secondly, the climb commenced. The mountain, being at 4 thousand plus meters, had a freaking 8 thousand plus metre trek. And guess what, every 500 metres was like a 2.4km run, just that you were running up a steep slope, and below you was hell. We climbed and climbed, Ginseng Gerald and me were trying to make sure Tiong Ho climbed faster. Every 500 metres we climbed, the roads slowly transformed into dirt tracks and rocks and trees. And the weather became colder and wetter. Soon, i dont know how, but i freaking made it to 6km. The resting point. Ppl were vomiting and feverish and crap. Was quite worried. And the food here was damn ex, one can of coke could cost 3 bucks, cause the porters had to carry them up.
Thirdly, the struggle to the summit began at 2 a.m. and it was dark as shit. Obstacles ranged from vertical walls with only a rope to pull you up, and slippery climbs that could slide you into deep shit. I wanted to give up initially. But, i made it in the end. The temperature was so cold, i hugged ppl i dont know, and they were so willing to hug me back -.-. The sunrise was nothing compared to the shit i felt when i realised that we had to climb back down. Haha. Actually, despite all the shit, i actually wanna climb it again. I wanna shout Fuck The World all over again.
I learned something valuable. No matter what obstacle and difficulty you may face anywhere, even if you keep on falling and failing and hurting yourself, all you have to do to reach your goal, is to continue walking and walking at your own pace.
Dont rush, or you’ll get tired fast. Dont slack, or you’ll lose your momentum.
I freaking conquered a mountain.
The last few days were sex. We had our own hotel rooms. And we could go anywhere we wanted. Free and easy plus no parents = rampage. We boozed and pooled and shopped and movied. Shiok bodoh.
Haha, now i’m back in Singapore with an injured knee. And all that shit feels like a dream.
Oh ya, the rainbows there appeared so close, i could touch them. I think i thought of you then.
Shuai Ge Twisting the pain away. No more Loco Roco on mountains.
