When someone treats you like you’re just one of many options, help them narrow their choice by removing yourself from the equation. Sometimes you have to try not to care, no matter how much you do. Because sometimes you can mean almost nothing to someone who means so much to you. It’s not pride – it’s self-respect. Don’t expect to see positive changes in your life if you surround yourself with negative people. Don’t give part-time people a full-time position in your life. Know your value and what you have to offer, and never settle for anything less than what you deserve. *
*A repost from my friend’s FB status, which is an excerpt from this article, and something I should try to remind myself of, every single day.
At the end of the day, it’s our choices and decisions that shape our lives. And more often than not, it’s the small things, added up, that drive us to make big decisions. What’s ironic is that we’ve been trying to accomplish something big, forgetting that life is made up of little things. I guess, in business and in life, there are days when you just have to make decisions, no matter how tough they are.
It took me around two months to actually finish reading the first installment of the Fifty Shades trilogy. Persuaded by a colleague and another friend from SVN, I downloaded an e-book copy. To my dismay, the plot was poorly developed. The only thing I found interesting were the terms that were new to me – so unfamiliar indeed that I had to google some of them. Haha. Pages after pages, I’d find explicit sex scenes. It was becoming such a bore and the story dragged out, making me stop at some points. Had it not been for a friend sharing this link on Facebook last night, I wouldn’t bother finding out how the story ends.
So from Fifty Shades, I’ve got my eyes set on another book and this one’s might be a good read. It was recommended by professors from our Literature class but I didn’t have the chance to read it back then. One Hundred Years of Solitude, here we go! 😀
An incoherent succession of words.
The more ambiguous, the better.
Changing patterns, shifting energies.
Reinforcing separation, bracing to disengage.
Intertwined destinies and star-cross’d lovers.
Hard-fought, though no match for the inevitable.
Alone and utterly lost.
The bewildered and beguiled.
This is my bucket list where I write down all the things I want to do, feel, experience and accomplish before I bid this world farewell. Some of these are far-fetched, but who knows, right? 🙂
Go camping and mountain trekking at Osmeña Peak (April 2012)
Visit my friend’s hometown (Bukidnon) and try horseback riding
Organize a picnic outing (June 2012)
Fall asleep on grassy plains and sleep out under the stars
Go to some province (any would do) and stay there for a few days or maybe a week
Spend more time with the people I care about
Fulfill my own Personal Legend
Buy a small piece of lot (August 2012)
Build a cozy home for my parents/family
Have my dream home
Get myself a life insurance (December 2012)
Buy a DSLR camera and try my shot at photography (December 2013)
Start up an SME or become a passive investor (August 2013)
Fly to the moon
Buy a big piece of land in the province (either in Argao, Dalaguete or Medellin); build a rest house and have my own farm (just like my FarmVille) – and probably have a mango plantation or some other fruits and veggies
Have dinner at a place overlooking the city at night
Go on a road trip
Create at least one non-abstract painting
Make a helicopter or a truck from Popsicle sticks and give it to my grandchildren if I have any
Develop the habit of eating vegetables
Learn how to cook
Have a son and name him Johann Zachary
Travel to Macau, Hong Kong or Singapore (February 2014)
Visit the Vatican City and hear Mass in St. Peter’s Basilica
Learn a new language
Witness a meteor shower
Touch at least one life
Read people’s mind
Know someone so deeply
Go to Baguio and Bacolod
Visit the monastery at Simala (Apr 2011, Sept 2012)
My friends and I wanted to embark on a quest to conquer Cebu’s highest mountain peak. So a month before our scheduled trip, I did a little research on Dalaguete – anything there is to know about the town: its famous Osmeña Peak, historic and centuries-old churches, natural springs, delicacies, etc.
Several blogs I’ve stumbled upon states that the trek to O-Peak wasn’t that difficult, as majority of the trail was following rough roads. As it turned out, that wasn’t our case. Roads comprised less than one-fifth of our trail. Many pathways were narrow and a little slippery, too. As someone who is not used to hiking for hours while carrying heavy backpacks, it was quite challenging. But definitely, it’s also one of my most rewarding experiences!
It was a fine Saturday morning, on the 21st of April, when I met up with my friends at around 11AM at the Caltex Gasoline Station (situated near USJR and the Carbon Wet Public Market) where the minibus station is. The buses here are all bound for Mantalongon Public Market; bus fare at the time was only P100; and travel time takes around 2-3 hours. In creating your own travel itinerary, you might want to consider the possible delays as bus departures also depend on passenger load.
We started heading off at half past twelve.
And after almost three hours of my internal battle against motion sickness, the bus came to a full stop, and the passengers began unloading. We had finally arrived!
We made a quick stop here to buy some food and supplies. Around the vicinity were motorcycle drivers who offered to take us directly to the foot of the mountain for a 30-minute drive and save us maybe an hour worth of trekking. But where’s the fun in that?
So we started hiking from the market and just around the bend, after a few minute’s walk, we found this grotto. I tried counting the number of steps, but as I went up each one, I felt some shortness of breath and eventually, I lost count. Haha.
After taking pictures and saying a quick prayer, we continued walking.
We passed by a lot of vegetable plantations. There were plenty of them, really! And they made me miss my farm. Here’s to hoping for an abundant harvest!
After stopping several times, either to take photos or to rest, we needed to increase our pace. One of us, a lady whom I’ve just met earlier that day and whom we fondly called Madame Phink, just came from a running event. Funny thing was, Mr. Harvey ended up with her backpack after she hinted that it’d be far easier to climb without all the added weights. Poor dude. Haha
It was getting dark and we must setup our tents before sundown.
Minutes passed. Tired and excruciatingly exhausted. But each step we took brought us closer to success. A few hundred meters more and voila! Such a breathtaking view!
The campsite was packed with other campers from the city, which made the place feel safer. There were also local guides, mostly kids and teenagers, who kept watch over us and whom we called on when we needed something.
Then it was dinnertime. Eating half-cooked rice prepared by Mr. Harvey – a first! Me cooking fried chicken – another first!
After dinner cleanup, we played card games inside the tent as it was freezing cold outside. Daisy performed some card tricks which were an epic fail, I must say. Haha. By midnight, we were still wide awake (except for Richard and Nhel who got knocked down already) so we decided to go to the summit.
Darkness and heights are two of my greatest fears. And if you put them together, they spell warla. I wanted to come with them, so I mustered up all my courage and put up my strong facade. I struggled with each step, carefully treading the rocky path, and keeping my headlights properly positioned.
No one else was there when we reached the area. Cold, heavy winds were blowing from all directions – it’s no wonder why pitching tents here is prohibited.
We sat on top of this rock and at that very moment, we’re at the highest point of Cebu – at approximately 1000M above sea level. You can’t see it from the photo but we were surrounded by fireflies, too. I was dazzled by these night creatures for I’ve never seen one before. And here I was, seeing multitudes as I glanced over my shoulder, with some of them landing on my hands and shirt. But much more than this, the starry night sky was a sight to behold. If you love the stars as much as I do, you should try this or you’ll miss half of your life. 😀
A few hours later, Mr. Sun greeted us.
I strolled around the area and took some pictures.
Shortly before we had breakfast, it started to drizzle, prompting us to eat inside our tents. We finished quickly and then packed our things since it was surely going to rain. Heavy downpour came just when we thought the drizzling had stopped. And worse, Ian was out doing God knows what. The memory gives us such a good laugh even until now. 🙂
When the rain stopped, we went to the summit one last time before heading down.
Our descent was a lot more difficult, particularly because of the rain. Slopes and pathways had become muddy. But thank God we got down safely. 🙂
Our next stop was the 300-year old church, but that would be another story. 😀
So that concluded my first ever climbing experience. And I look forward to doing more of these in the future. Mountain trekking is not only fun; it also teaches us more about ourselves – our endurance, our emotions, our limitations, our responses to certain stress factors, and how we cope with unforeseen circumstances. Truly an amazing experience. 🙂
Let me end this post by leaving you with the most befitting quote I could think of:
When everything feels like an uphill struggle, just think of the view from the top.