I started climbing at the age of 18... And now, I'm 32.  Reminding myself the age I started climbing makes me felt old... Sad things aside, it also reminds me loads of fun and happy moments I've had with the rocks for the past 14 years...

I stopped climbing for almost 3 years for some unknown reason even to myself... For some rest maybe..? In the first year, I had a really good rest.... Sitting at the mamak stall behind my house doing nothing except for playing with my iphone and facebooking...

In the second year, my neck felt tired due to some work stress and sitting with a bad posture on my working desk in my office, looking at the computer.

In the third year, I injured my back when I was trying to carry some heavy stuff with a wrong posture.

Haizzz... i think i'm getting old.

Early this month, 5/8/2013 looking on the computer screen... I suddenly have an urge to climb again. I started with a FB status asking if there's anyone that's willing to climb with me on the coming Saturday... One  of my friend called me up and asked if he can join.... One of the last batch of guys I brought to climb before my retirement 3 years ago... And my answer was, why not..?

Friday evening, I dig out my climbing bag covered with dust again. Blowing the dust that covered the word MADROCK reminds me of the Bukit Keteri trip partially sponsored by Madrock... The broken zip unveil my my first climbing gear. The PETZL chalkbag I bought from Outdoor center 14 years ago. Looking at the Chalkbag, All the memories flipped through my brain and I suddenly felt sad. Apologizing to my gears that has accompanied me throughout the years...

It was a sleepless night for me... Kept thinking if I could still do a 5c. Saturday came and I load my gears into my car trunk. Waiting for my friend to come by at the mamak stall, looking at my fingers...

Friend came and we start our move to Damai... Where almost all Outdoor climbers were brought to...

Here I am again... With the Rocks....

Timz