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yipee! i finally have my photos of cristobal. looks like another mountain article is in the offing. when i'll get around to actually writing it (considering my halcon climb and my return to the employed sector next wednesday) is another matter altogether. earlier today, mike cautioned me about being too forthright with my journal. he said that people we know actually drop by every now and then to see what i've been up to, and realize many things, not only about me, but about the group i now regularly go out with. they said that my being too transparent may result in people kindling ill feelings about certain things.
the maculot climb, which was kept under wraps for reasons which i perfectly understand, had apparently made some people upset, because they weren't invited. they had already warned me about not mentioning it in the journal, or at least, tweaking the privacy settings so that the anonymous readers out there who are just here to snoop for information (i.e., chismis) wouldn't think they've been left out or anything. but i suppose that defeats the purpose of the blog to begin with.
i write the blog basically to record my thoughts, and to narrate my experiences. whether or not it gets read is of little concern to me. i used to have a paper journal, and i didn't care if people leafed through it and read it. for me, the writing exercises which i voluntarily subject myself to are necessary, number 1, to improve my craft as a writer, number 2, as some form of therapy, and third, well, for whatever it's worth, to assist my future biographer in writing about my life. there is a fourth reason, which i have yet to figure out.
i have to realize, of course, that in the borderless world of cyberspace, little will be kept secret for long. i think i am imbued with enough foresight to realize whether anything i might say would unnecessarily expose me to anything that might compromise my private life. as it is, i am already robbed of many of the intimate details of my existence, and i am to my readers, close to naked as i am to members of my immediate family. this journal really does not intend to create any sort of hype, and i do not expect or hope that i would have a following. i talk about my life in order to indulge in something which i really like and perhaps, a little self aggrandizement. so enough of that for now. i can spend more time thinking about the consequences of blogging later.
earlier today, we had a semi-optional run again at the fort. i came in late, so i turned in only about 40 minutes. it was still good for a few rounds. the training has somewhat improved my cardio workout. all throughout the run, i was hardly out of breath, and even managed to carry on conversation like it was a walk in the park. the consistent problem which i have isn't the physical exhaustion really, but the bothersome pain which creeps in from the ankles and makes its way up to the knee. since we had only half of the usual number of rounds we turn in, i didn't feel any profound pain at all.
after the run, we had dinner at café bola in greenbelt. edit some details of that dinner, but the place is absolutely eye candy. and i've never had sinigang with, guess what, watermelon. yes, twas quite unique. after that, we continued the night with a few rounds of strong ice beer at W in park square. i was dared to ride the bull for the third time, and so i did. i managed to stay on the bull for a full minute, and i received applause from absolute strangers. but i really have to say that half a minute there will hurt where it really matters.