Days of our lives
I think everyone must have had a dream one time or another in their lives and skateboarding was mine. Reminiscing the old times at 'chopsticks' where so many of us met every week and skated like it's the last day of our lives... or seeking thrills escaping from cops and then all trying to find each other again from the corners of Shenton Way, I must think that life now must be really grey in comparison. Well, think as I grew older, I learnt to step away from the edge, to sit on my fat ass and watch sunsets pass me by, day by day.
posted by Nell at
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Chopsticks. Memo Hall. Bishan Park. Reeboks. Your condo playground. My void deck. CBD. Near Boat Quay. Plaza Sing. Under the tracks at Ang Mo Kio. Outside Ai Tong. In school itself. Phua's place. Inside Suntec City. State Library. Law Faculty. RMIT. Federation Square. Theatre next to L'in Contro. Some skate park in the city. Melbourne Exhibition Centre. St Kilda's at night. Your carpark. Cruising everywhere we went.
Our constant companion. Our outlet for frustration. Our time killer. Our only form of exercise. Our common love and interst. Our pride and joy. Our identity.
Fulfill The Dream. Gleaming The Cube. The End. Wet Willy. Flameboy. Metamorphosis. Mullen VS Song. Hypno. Street 69. Kenny Anderson. Rolling Thunder. Questionable. Guilty.
Ollies. 50-50s. 5-0s. Nosegrinds. Boardslides. Kickflips. Heelflips. Pop shuvits. Nollies. 180s. Noseslides. Stairs. Attempted rails. Dustbins. Decks. Dustbin covers. 180 No Comply. Casper Flip.
Running from cops and park rangers. Arguing with pedestrains and commuters. Hiding the decks in the staircase behind the pipe.
Those were the days.
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