5th of September already. Whew.

I just started my third semester this week. So far, so good (because most classes are cancelled). But yes I'm pretty worried because all the subjects seem tough, especially Chemical Thermodynamics.😭 I don't even know why I was so into chemistry back then. I even applied for some chemistry courses during UPU. Now imagine if I actually got into a chemistry course weh I can see the hikmah now.

As the title said, I'm going to talk about climbing a mountain in this post. Hmm I don't think I've ever actually gone hiking before this. Probably during a scouts camping in form six. I don't know where that was but I struggled a lot. Does that count?

Anyway my sisters had been planning this for a while, and they asked me to come with them. I was reluctant to do it. I doubted myself. Could I do this? What if I got too tired while climbing? What if I ended up being the only one left behind? A lot of thoughts went through my mind. But you know what? I ended up being like 에라 모르겠다 and tagged along.

As a disclaimer, I took less than ten photos there because my stamina wouldn't allow me to hold a phone.

On our Independence Day, 31st of August, my two sisters, cousin and I left for Gunung Datuk around 7 a.m.. When we arrived, I felt like giving up already after seeing the mountain standing tall in front of me. Tall isn't even the word since, you know, it was thousands of feet higher than me...

The start of the climb was no joke. Like literally. It wasn't even halfway up when I told my sis that I was going back down alone. I didn't feel good, and imagining how much higher I had to climb just made me sick. I ended up throwing up, and I immediately felt better. But I still wanted to give up because who knew what could happen higher up in the mountain? However my sister persuaded me to continue, telling me how normal it was to be like that. She went through it, so I could do it too. So here went a few more thousands of feet, with 'Pil is waiting for me up there' as an encouragement.😂

When I reached the peak, I felt like it was worth the climb. I was so exhausted, but the view was healing it. We had to climb some ladders to actually reach the top and I almost cried as my sister forced me hahahahaha I was such a scaredy-cat doh I didn't know I was that afraid of heights until that moment. Phew. I gathered up my courage and climbed up anyway, and the view was stunning.



I'm just going to upload this one photo sebab gambar lain semua muka barai.😂
I expected the climbing down to be okay and better than climbing up. But I was wrong. Completely wrong. It was much harder for me (although faster) since the tracks were very steep. Kaki dah menggigil teruk halfway down. I kept wishing a helicopter would pass by and pick me up as it felt like I could fall down anytime. My legs couldn't support my weight so I could barely walk. If I went a little bit faster I would fall over, that's for sure, and that's how extreme it was so I cried.... Don't worry, I made it to the base in the end because of my sisters' support :')

One nice thing that I noticed was how nice people actually are. I saw strangers greeting each other, exchanging small conversations as they passed one another.

It was a great experience for me. It was tough, but definitely worth it.

I made it, guys. I made it, and I'm proud of it. I love myself for not giving up.💖

Till the next post!💞