At this rate, a lot of people have already climbed Mt. Pulag. The 2nd (or 3rd, as recent records show) highest mountain in the Philippines is a famous spot for mountain climbing beginners for quite some time now.
I needed to take a break away from the city. Let me tell you though, it wasn’t easy getting there. You need to endure a 7-hour bus ride from Manila to Baguio, then a 1-hour jeepney ride to Benguet and then another hour to get to where you start the climb.
My back ached from carrying my huge camping bag. I wasn’t able to get a good night’s sleep at camp since the winds couldn’t stop howling and I was in the middle of two people in a rather small tent. I also ate a lot to keep full and warm, but wasn’t able to go No. 2 due to stomach insecurities.
Despite of all this, I really enjoyed Mt. Pulag. I liked being in the cold and alone with nature; two things you really miss after being in the city almost all your life. For once I didn’t feel the need to put on makeup or follow dress codes, that is to except to stay as warm as you can.
When we reached the top, there was almost no words to describe how beautiful it was. It was worth coping with the back pain, lack of sleep, a shy stomach, below zero temperatures and no shower.
I kind of regret not joining the Loyola Mountaineers in college. I can imagine how different life would be like - I’d probably smoke less and work out more. Instead of going to expensive, overpriced coffee, my allowance would have gone to climbing equipment.
When you get home, you also get to appreciate showers. That and a fully functioning toilet.
I really do hope to climb more mountains soon.
It’s scary how you can be so sure of something at one second, but then be so doubtful the next.
I tell myself over and over again to never, ever be sure about something. Be versatile and take note of the cracks that form slowly.
It’s just that sometimes, you need a hurtful reminder every now and then to keep in check.
There will be a happy ending, I know. I just have to start opening other doors to it.
It was one of those headlines that you don’t believe at first when you read it for the first time.
It’s just a hoax, you think. But then as you scroll down you see more of your friends’ #riprobinwilliams posts. After a quick Google Search check, your heart drops when it’s all over the breaking news.
It’s confirmed. Legendary comedian Robin Williams passed away early this morning.
His movies was a staple part of my childhood. Whenever we go to our laser disc rental shop to pick out our own movies to watch over the weekend, Robin Williams was a familiar face as I scanned through the movie titles. Patch Adams, Jack, Good Morning, Vietnam.
Mrs. Doubtfire made me realize that happy endings don’t always translate into families getting back together. Jumanji was one of the first movies that my mom allowed me to watch that wasn’t G-rated, and it scared the crap out of me. Dead Poets Society taught me that it was okay to appreciate poetry and literature. Self-expression and all the life themes I’ve enjoyed learning in English class truly meant something. Good Will Hunting. Flubber secretly made me wish the goo toy I had would transform into my very own flying chubby rubber. I never watched Aladdin, but hey, we all wished we had our own genie one time in our lives, right?
Although it may be too early to assume, it’s sad to know that he was still battling his own inner demons when he died. It’s devastating to know that someone whose versatile acting chops made so many people laugh and cry at the same time.
RIP Robin Williams. You’ll never be forgotten.
— Robin Williams in Good Will Hunting (1997)