Woke up at nine plus,.. staring at the celling trying to recap what happened yesterday,counting number of cuts and bruises on my shins, checking on both sides of my elbow if i have any too..grab a towel and headed straight to the shower..
Breakfast at ten, making sure the necessity all packed up and locked inside my backpack,..
Arrived at the shop and open up at eleven,.. Stay in till five, rendezvous with my lil' cousin and the nephew's, shredding ''our'' street where makeshift obstacles furnish the strips..
Copious amount of falling, frustrations,new scars cuts and blood, succeed, joyous scream, laughter and props and sweet victory celebrated once again....
This is pretty much how my life evolve back then in the early 2003..
I quit technic school in late 2001 soon as I realised the chosen major and me weren't meant to be together , I leave in good terms and throw my self to the wind not knowing what am I going to do next,... Skateboarding is always the anecdotes for me,. when i was a kid I watch my older brother skating with his eagle and Americana flags printed fibreglass board, pushing and pushing as fast as he can back and forth on uneven pavement in front of our house.
At instance it questioned me how the sets of clear plastic wheels nutted on two piece of metal and bolted to a fibreglass slab can offer you? My curiosity grew and I begun to ponder how it feels like to get those feet on top of the board, but the problem is he doesn't want his stuff to be touch especially by me!
So what I do I waited for him to go for his soccer session in the afternoon and that is the only way I could get my hand on that piece of wonder. One time I got caught and he whack the light out of me and warn me never to touch them again, but my tyrant kiddish brain wasn't complying and still I messed around with his board,... and then I got caught again.. and again,..again and again... I guess he just tired and little that I know maybe the fact that he loves me so much hahahah, he finally hand it down to me.. This are my earliest sweet experience and from that vantage,.... my loves towards the art form spread like a germs....
I used to work at a skate shop owned by, I can say he's one of the people who responsible in making the skate scene more flamboyant to the kids back then in B.S.B alone,.. his name his Esham, he's just ridiculously awesome,.. I always knew him when the skate mecca of bandar at that time is down the bridge at the stadium, I was 15 and he is one of the older guy that rips the spots every given afternoon.. I only went there over the weekend that if I get lucky.. Year pass i get to know the guy a little bit and it happen one day I was unemployed, fresh drop out of collage and my cousin play soccer with him and he told me to see him if I wanted a job..
So I went and see him at his newly relocated shop at that moment and I got the job..
My years at the INFINITE LOOP is unforgettable. Oh man.. so much memories hahaha, most of them are the good days.. I meet and befriend with so many different shape and size of characters..
Among of them, a handful become a good friends,.. mostly youngster, teens from as young as eight years old to barely legal 17 years old boys and girls,.. from customer they become the regulars, hanging out after school and in between their tuition classes, listen to millions of bands and watched skate videos till our eyes bleed, couple of them waited for my shift ends so that we can skate in a group later in the evening..
The best of all this people are the ones behind the curtain,.. the Boss him self .. my lovely colleagues hahah (you know who you are and my loves towards you guys are as infinite as the loop goes) and not forget to mention.. the plastic wheels now that is replace with high performance urethane, the two piece of metal now revised into a high durable industrial quality pairs of trucks and the fibreboard slab alternated into 7 ply layers of raw.. excitement...
OUR TOOL OF JOY....
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