A chat revolving around the idea of hitting the streets this weekend, has quickly spiralled something else a few days later, skateboarder have never been really political driven kinda of group, and most of us have always been given a stereotype stamp on the forehead of not giving a fvck about anything else beside skateboarding. And if you’ve read the “local skate news” on social media, you’ve should have known what this is all about. A few of the lot have gathered in protest of the current extreme sports association, the accumulative thoughts and voices have decided today is the day where they want their voices heard. A protest, boycotting a last minute event in hope that this will somehow send a message to the upper card dealer winging away in their Datuk-ship glory, or at least somebody would question why this shit happen. Hell this won’t change the world, and by any means, have zero percent of impact in the everyday lives of people around you. But it all comes down to one thing, if you’re not happy then do something about it.
That morning started off early for some people, i got slapped 50 ringgit for fetching and sending my sister to Bangsar South at the cost of 8am getup. Getting money from your little sister felt so fvcking weird, everyone’s grown up already, almost 10 and I’m terpacak at KJ trying to get my shit together, ten minutes roll down to the nearest LRT station and started to questioned my selection of gears, while doing a full charge on the worst jalan tar known to men, a quick ride, touchdown Pasar Seni sharp ngam 11am. We’re one of the earliest with some kids wondering around on the upper part, peaking and exchanging head nods, like we understand why we wear white. Uceh drama.
Skateboarding events, mostly especially the haram ones have always had some elements of kucar kacir in it, a controlled chaos situation where you just have to wait and live out the moments, the mini sesh thats everyone trying to kill, the passerby trying to fill their daily insta needs and overweight street photographers crawling the streets like zombies, beware they’ll sit out your sesh. It’s like a freak show over here, guys zipping around, boards flying. After all the dudes have set in, like ants communicating between themselves chemically, all of us agreed that we should head out, there’s no iteanrry and datelines. Keeping up was just as big struggle, don’t wanna get left behind.
We took the scenic road, tarmac suddenly switched into a wooden flooring, something like a boardwalk a smooth sailing, HSBC gap was just around the corner, A gloomy sesh hit, everyones seems to be preoccupied with talking shit to each other, at this point everyone still malu malu kuing, a slow session for almost an hour, crowds build up, street photogs, passerby, banglas, tourist cheering and a kickout, plained shirt sb wonder how many of them have eyes on us that day. Like a fvcking law abiding citizen that we are, we move along slowly to the other side, the cheers from the passerby dies off.
Strolling around following who we can’t tell only to realise we’re back at the head of the fucking river plaza, bugimak betui, patah balik. At this point i have 6 rolling papers left in my tobacco pouch, the other one slipped somewhere. And being skateboarders, anywhere we stop is a spot, ollie up, wall ride, over this manual that, lompat sana lompat sini. Chaos. went to other side of the road trying to get some shade before another kick out was in order.
Down onto the boardwalk again, mini sesh beside our grey toxic river, a quick photo on the newly build marble bridge then we went on stomping on any structure that have the slightest use for skateboarding, by this time the group has split up into two, some of the guys were at the handrail while we were goofing around, Kecik Fahmi kill it with a boardie on that kinked, Ian managed to pull of one fat one over those stairs before we got kick out, while everyone’s cheering “Last last budak sekolah tue, bagi la chan. Epic. We head on stumbling ourself into a mamak joint, macha afternoon nightmare. There will always be a kandar.
With heavy eyes, the first 10 minutes were spend walking and just digesting all those curry from a poser restoren nasi kandar , by this point i lost every sense of direction, don’t fcvking care, anyone wearing white and with a board, thats your line, follow ja, finally we came up onto a wavey curb, heavily waxed, infront of a hotel, somewhere in Jalan Sultan Ismail if I’ve remembered asking one of the kids. We held a mini diy best trick for fun, Black pull out some merchandise and it was lit, we were in one of the busiest roads in KL. Cars speeding by, a nollie tail, a few grinds, slides and blunts and we’re done. Somebody talk about Times Square, but fvck that, it’s either Uber or somewhere close, Matt manage to hit a taxi, not the other way around, too many white tshirts on the street.
Fast forward, we ended up in KLCC, we came through aquaria, Ask any dude that day, the smooth mellow downhill inside the tube was hella fun. That shit was too fucking epic to describe, so epic I didn’t even pull out my fcking camera. Shit was slippery, guards we’re walkie talking spitting rhymes into their networks, we took them off guard, people shrug their faces, some in awe some with disgust. This must be a special day, these breeds of delinquency are thought to die out with skateparks development that have mushroomed around Selangor and KL in the past years.We managed to get kick out again, but not for skateboarding but for just being plain goofy and sweaty in front of a X-Mass tree, Guards have no chill, The future is bright.
Around 4.20pm, we arrived at The bank of China, spender dah basah, sapa pakai boxer conform dah naik ke pusat, Noticed that i wore my left sock terbalik, I see a mirage of an ice coffee and a roll up cigarette and it started drizzling. Words started to get in the air that the sesh should come to an end, cash for tricks down this gap and a few merch was the sudden themed. And within minutes everything seems to blown out, in a split second a fleet of food trucks came in into our section of the road, we got flooded with cars really fast. Ian blast off carrying his small body all the way down without snapping any bones and make any 30 yr old to shame. Guards came in, trying to do their job, his voice drowned in the sea of shouts and cheers in what to be a celebration of passion and excitement, being inspired we left TBC, by this point i can’t feel my sweaty balls anymore.
We push on to Ampang Park (Rest In Peace) a mere 5 minutes roll and we’re at the centre piece of what used to be a scene here, by this time everyones pretty damn tired, like a horde of monguls , peluh dah kering, leaving a sweaty trails of tie died shape on your t-shirt, everyone was on their asses, recovering and wondering on what to do next, game of skate ? bbq pun tak bleh project haram tadak subsidi.
I don’t know who the fuck keep coming up with ideas and merch for this, but again proving skateboarders are those kind of people that make something out of nothing, a diy boredem killer , a fun forever mentality. Longest hippie jump, longest ollie and anything in between, might not fit the standards of some street league killers out there, but who’s complaining I only saw smiles on the sun burned faces of kids today, but then again, what do i know. You know nothing Pek Snow.
And Selamat Tahun Baru Boks!!!