Day 2's trek was a rather short ascent to Rim 2 campsite. Somewhere at the foot of the summit push, where we'll spend the nite b4 the summit push at 2am. It was freakin cold and the altitude was beginning to give us some difficulty in breathing alr! The mist was shrouding the outside of the tent such that we din want to go out at all except when we had to poopoo. hehez...

Finally came the summit push early in the morn. Yet another unforgettable event of this trek. I have to say I was disappointed in myself for my failure to ascend on my own. Like... What happened to me?! The beginning of the trek I had much difficulty breathing, but I didn't think much of it. I thot I was prob juz tired, and needed some warming up early in the morn. Besides I din have water along with me. But as we continued, I felt myself slowing down and growing weaker. The world ard me started spinning and I started becoming oblivious to the surroundings. U noe, the kind of feeling b4 u black out. I know that kinda feeling so I was consciously trying to control my breathing. No way was I going to faint without reaching the summit. Nevertheless I still felt very weak, but still continued ascending one step at a time. Seriously, I juz felt like dying, but still continued to deceive myself that I'll reach very soon, that I'm actually filled with energy, that energy was surging in me and all that. I told myself, no matter what, I have to reach the summit, since I came all the way here! Sadly, I only reached the summit after the first break of the day. But I still managed to enjoy the view of daybreak along the ascent. My toes, fingers and brain were freezing cold when I reached the summit. The world was juz a blur before me, and I was overwhelmed with satisfaction, fatigue and cold all at one time. What would have happened to me if the guides did not assist me? I could still rmb that I was almost being hauled up by the 2 guides. I had tried not to put my wt on the guides, and exerted my legs, but I supposed to no avail. Right before reaching the summit, I stepped off the cliff. How dangerous was that? How could I even have let myself step off the cliff? If not for the guide, I could've died. And it is at such life-death, or shud I say, tough situations, that make one reflect so much. Things like: why am I doing this? Do I like doing this at all? What do I want in life? What do I want my life to be like?

Most pple dun like to be stepping out of their comfort zones. Honestly, neither do I. I like to be lying on the sofa, watching my fav movies, eating my icecream and chips, or reading a nice book with hot choc. Juz being a lazy pig, being a couch potato. But when I'm doing something crazy, like joining a tekan camp, organising some other stupid camps, organising this, organising that, participate in this and that, working out like crazy, going on a level 4 trek, going for a stupid comp that u noe u'r not likely to win, going for shiong trainings and knowing u'r one of the weakest links, etc... Sometimes, stepping out of the comfort zone is more than juz these. U noe, pple talk all abt the process... yeahyeah... I'd like to say that it's the process that matters and not the end-product. But I admit that both are impt, and sometimes the end-product says all. Were I unable to reach the summit, I might have hated trekking forever, be extremely depressed and disappointed in myself, blahblahblah. I mean, I'd gone thru the process, and now I juz wanted satisfaction from the end-product. After all, all my hard work was all for this objective!

U noe, sometimes I tell myself to stop doing this to myself. But I juz can't stop. I'm juz addicted to this kinda life, that after going thru hell, u get to enjoy some heaven. After suffering shit, u gain immense satisfaction...