Fuz's Big Day Out!

Men and nature, we're in an ever eternal war, aren't we?

Ever since Mother Nature created places that doesn't make sense, we've gone and conquer it, for no reason other than to prove that we indeed has nothing better to do with our empty lives. And for as long as I remembered, I've told myself that one day I'd do the exact same thing to fill the hole in my existence. And that oppurtunity arrived one fine day when Cheryl, the president of HELP's Adventure Club invited me to join along an expedition to hike Bukit Mas somewhere around KL.

Mine id and hormones somehow kick into overdrive mode and end up saying, "Why not?" which at first sounds not bad, but at second look I do felt I could have done better. Wouldn't a "Why yes please, my fair lady" gain me more brownie points? Bah, never dwell in the past I say, but damn my id, damn him.

So there we were, 21st Jan 2005, Hari Raya Haji, a day where we celebrate something by killing innocent goats, chicken and cows. Yep, religion at it's best. 15 sleep deprived, blur, probably annoyed and most certainly hungry (well, me at least) young guns grouped in front of Block E of HELP Institute to began our grand journey into what would be a battle between Mother Nature and Human, Man versus Tall Things. We arrived around 11-ish, and the trip officially began with Cheryl sreaming her head off the moment she tried to come out of her car that was parked beside the hill we're going to climb after she saw a yellow lizard staring at her, prolly getting shocked by the half yellow half black fur creature that screams for no reason whatsoever.

After a short warm up session, we began the march up. Our enthusiasm was clear, but our 'great' body condition was evidently much clearer as we begun to take breaks ever 15-20 mins or so -.-" A gal unfortunately injured her legs slightly early and that played a part in slowing us down, though I think most of us would be grateful for that more than anything else. And the weird thing was that she was the one carrying the first aid kit at that moment, and with her injury the job was obviously passed on to someone important, responsible and good enough to hold the one of the most important job on that day, the medic person guy thing. And since I was the first one she saw, I was therefore selected by unimous vote.

While I'm not sure about the exact height of this hill, I must say the view was fantastic. The first very view we got when we're about 30-40 minutes into it was a lake. A big huge lake. In KL. And I'm staring straight at it. We continued to huff and puffed all the way to the top, we arrived at a magnificent second scene, in which I can see rows of moutains and even genting on one side, and the other the great constructions that people has build, the ever sore eyes worthy KL Twin Towers and KL Towers sticking high, tall and sadly, proud.

I must say hiking with only one hand since the other is eer.. busy ;) can be quite challenging, but I would say that overall the trekking wasn't that much so. The only troble we faced was when we had to use a rope go down and over the next slope, and everyone pretty much did great :)

We reach the top (there were about 5 peaks) after about 2 hours of hiking, emotionally and physically drained, we stared at well, a view blocked by trees and branches mostly. Nature at it's best it seems. But the view was nothing short of breathtaking, literally. And getting a phone call on a cell phone in the middle of nowhere was beautiful, where man and nature combined to become one, it almost drove me to tears. We spent like 5 minutes on the top before realizing that there is nothing to do in the middle of an unhuman developed hill. Nop,with no roller coasters or banker/player dealers or even an overcharged food stall in sight, we realised the meaningless of this quest in the first place and thus decided that we're accomplished our mission, which was to be at college at 9. The journey down took a different mood altogether. While climbing up and realizing that 'victory' over whatever self hope we've placed on ourselves was getting closer and closer, the adrenalin rush more than cover our tiredness, but as the victory was already achieved, our body was more than happy to let us know the cost of victory. My legs was shaking at times from the walking downhill, where it needed to support the entire downforce and weight of my body. I can swear that I've never been more glad to see a Wira like that day. Well, except maybe the time that I robbed the bank and my getaway car driver was busy negociating with a police officer on the bribe he's willing to accept, but other than that I've never been more glad.

We ended the trip with a quick drink at a nearby restaurant and I officially got back to Subang where my cousin (no, not the getaway car driver) was waiting for me at about 5pm. So, I've walk for about 4 hours non-stop in a day where I was supposed to have a great sleep, drooling about something. So a tired old me was looking forward to a good rest when a phone call summoned me to a more important place.

There are things that a guy needs to do, a man needs to face. You cant' shriek from that responsibility, even though it might cost you your life. Today, of all bloody day, was one of such day. I quickly haul my dead ass and leg into the building, dark, mysterious and loud. Sound of hacking, screams of death and torture was all over. A quick talk with my friend revealed the truth, we're about to go into a battle, a war, our live depended on it, our names would be made or unmade here, today. I took my seat, preparing myself for the worst, and as to add salt into my wound, freaking techno songs was booming just beside me, I knew they had prepared it in advance to shake me. And while I'm not shaken, I'm indeed stirred with annoyance. But I knew in a war, every single person counts. I must not bail. So, hero's were made, things were created, lives was destroyed.

It was a long and hard fought war, but we prevailed at the end. DoTA was really taxing to my already feeble mind at that time, and I needed a rest pretty much.Then the A-bomb dropped. There was a friendly match that I had to be in. Limping back home I had about 2 hours or rest before I'm up and about again, jumping left and right trying to prevent a ball from going into the net. Yes, we indeed has nothing better to do with our lives than to prevent a ball from going into a net or trying to put a ball into one. We won though, so it was worth busting my arse off for it.

I proudly slept all Saturday, waking up prolly just to take a piss and wonder why am I not sleeping yet. Strangely, I accepted and went to Subang's Fitness First to spend about 3 hours there working out, prolly trying to kill myself in the process. I failed, sadly. But don't fear Elaine, as I tried harder later on by going to another football match, which sadly again, not only I failed to kill myself or any of my body part, but also won most of the matches. But don't fear, where there's a will, there's a way.

On a sad note one of my best female friend just broke up with her bf, which the last time I heard was planning marriage and stuff with her. I don't get people sometimes. Why does people think they can and will heal in 2 days or so? If you were really in love, how the hell will you fall out of it in 3 days? Still, I absolutely hate it when people uses it as a reason to sulk and moan. Your world stop doesn't mean mine has to stop along with it.

I don't get the "I don't feel like doing anything" or the "I can't stop thinking about him" bit. Don't feel like doing anything? Don't. Starve to death, please. Can't stop thinking about him? Don't. Force him to place an court order on you. Want my help? Ask for it. I'm not one to beg much, to have to beg her to come out so we can try to talk about her problem is taking it one step to much.

Gals, while I understand that on this very sad moment of being dumped you need love, comfort and ice-creams, and you want a person like me to sweet-talk you into seeing the obvious, be thankful I don't charge you. Afterall, I'm not a guy with nothing better to do with my empty life.