Tuesday, March 13, 2007 @ 10:31 PM
1/1000 000
One in a million, maybe more.
The chance that just this very evening,
My very worst fear i saw.
In that place so tucked away,
Yet into it they readily strayed.
They meaning two,
In that moment, what could i do.
A heart to feel, and eyes to stare
In that moment, just a glimpse was
all i dared.
Can pain be sweet?
No longer was my meal.
For my mood this evening,
Someone did steal.
Of frenzied beats and tearing eyes,
I could then have asked to die.
I punch the wall, I scream inside,
In whom could I then confide?
The one who could feel, the very same way
The same one, who makes each day.
In all His grandeur and embrace,
I look towards His loving face.
Plans to prosper not to harm,
He calls for me to take His arm.
Not a shattered heart that he cant mend.
No form of sadness can He not transcend.
May this night be ended in peace,
And the morning come, the crying cease.
My heart I give, to one alone,
Till one day soon, I will see His throne.
Saturday, March 3, 2007 @ 11:03 PM
KL day 1..
My cousin kinda planned it with a friend from oregon, all while she was backpacking around the place. We went to meet her in KL to go climbing, along with a few other people, one whom we just met at the bus station. The bus ride was really good, with great seats. interesting..there wasnt any customs at mlysias side.I think they already assume we from S'pore probably wouldnt be carrying guns/drugs/illegal paraphenalia.
The bus station in KL is one of the crappiest places on earth, and looks perpetually in chaos. You get this feeling that your gonna be robbed at any second. Theres even army personnel randomly stopping people for ID. We ate and got out of there quick. Lucky one of us had a map so we walked to the hostel.Ok first ive never stayed in a hostel, so was a pretty interesting experience.
We met up with my cousins friend erin there. Now I realised i was the only "singapore" speaking guy there. My cousin included, every else spoke in accent. 2 american, 1 canadian , one german. Oh oh. Suddenly this little tinge of regret hit me.Im going to feel so awkward.. Ah well, il just wait for the climbing part. So everyone decided we would walk around and see sights first.Interesting thing about foreigners..they make friends in an instant. ie. less than a minute.
(room shared with the others..pretty decent.)
We visited the menara KL, that tall tower thing that sits on a hill. Was very funny how we just randomly walked around and around the base of the hill and found this steep jungle path that led to it when theres actually a proper nice road up.Reminded me of taiwan.I stayed downstairs with my cousin though cos we didnt wanna pay a crazy 25 ringgit to go up to the top. Bet the view would be great though.
Well we had our dinner at KLCC after that, bought some interesting groceries and planned the next days climbing..which il write about in the next post. Havent been too much in the mood for blogging lately..Somethings affecting my mood a fair bit.ah whats new..
Look at that rock face just itching to be climbed..
Now the rope doesnt just magically go up. Someone has to put it there, by a process known as leading. You carry a whole bunch of karabiners and clip them in as you go up. Scary thing is, refer to the lousy diagram below, that for every few metres you climb above the last place you clipped, if you fall before the next one, youll fall double the distance. And the rock is pretty sharp. But occupational hazard i guess.
So usually the one who leads has to have some experience, and climb considerably well.Its not easy, the karabiner things are heavy, you hang on one hand while trying to clip with the other. My cousin, Brent and me set up the routes for the others. Once you lead to the top, you can anchor the rope and others wont have to lead like you did. Like so
And more climbing..
Shelter from the rain, yet still being able to climb "outdoors".Haha..Great view from the mouth too..I just sat and stared out for a bit.
Climbing in the cave was fantastic..the routes were more challenging. But inside was quite dangerous because of loose rocks. My cousin accidentally grabbed one, and this BIG chunk of stone came tumbling down, miraculously missing every single person there (about 10 people) and landing right next to the feet of one of the belayers. Thank God. 
