Whatever Happens, Happens

 For the last three years of my life, skateboarding has taken up a lot of my weekends and holiday breaks. I enjoy skateboarding for a few reasons, I could enjoy it with my friends and help each other learn tricks on the way. I like the way we all share something in interests and we can all do something together. I enjoy it also for the thrill of it. People always say that we need thrills in our lives, without them, we would just be living the most boring lives and eventually not have character and just die with a boring life. I enjoy every time I am in mid air, that kind of feeling is incomprehensible, the way I am in the air with something flipping beneath my ankles is just absolutely amazing. The way how it could possibly make me trip and slam my face on the concrete, or I could land it, and enjoy the moment of accomplishment. When I feel a bit down, skateboarding is the only thing that could ease my mind off of things like that. That mid air feeling is like no other, everytime I pop the moving wood, I feel as if time and space stood still, It was just me and nothing else in the world, in that exact moment, I am free. If I were to be in a situation, in this case would be a skateboarding competition, and I had to land something infront of a crowd down some big sets of stairs. I would be terrified and anxious before any other feeling. I do not generally enjoy being watched, yes, I get stage frights. The moment I decide to give it a try, all there is on my mind is, "well, screw it, whatever happens, happens." By the time I am in mid air, I would be thinking, "Oh crap, Oh crap, Oh crap,Oh crap." and be nervous even after I landed it. Many times in life, you just have to go out and do things like this. Take a risk, whatever happens, happens.

Something I Learned

 On a nice day, my friends and I picked up a wooden plank with metal and wheels on them, that instant, we knew it was something special. Sunny day, humid weather, shanghai, china, friends gathering, cement plaza, exciting for results, wood pushers, flips, bars, grinds, falling, scabs, scraped knees, ripped open jeans, skinny jeans, friendly people, guards, making us leave, tough, uneasy, tiring, wanting to give up, decide not to give up, all day long, many people watching, people amazed, people crashed into, people mad, people trying it out, skate shoes, bar rails, sounds of grinds, stairs, tricks off stairs, grip tape(sand paper), torn shoes, dirty clothes, dirty pants, dirty hats, speed, can't do anything, professional watching, scared, cannot do the tricks, hard to talk to some other people, sucked, did not want to continue, attention getter,

Permanent or Not?

 To many people, the one thing they are looking for in life, is love. They start seeking for the perfect one when they are young, as they get older, and more mature, some people eventually find the one out of the billion and some people don't. To me, I haven't found that yet, although I would, but I know I haven't. In life, to me there really is nothing that lasts forever. When people say those cliches like,"nothing lasts forever", those are cliches because they are true. The only thing I believe that is closest to lasting forever is the love and bond you share with the Ms.Right. Once you found your love, that bond you share with your love one would not die. It would remain on until your or her death bed. Then there is the friendship you share with your best friend, some friendships lasts, but some doesn't. The ones that lasts, will be the place you run to when you want to escape reality. Your friendship with your best friend, would be the place you escape from all the things that aren't going too well in your life. Sometimes, even love can get torn apart, and when that happens, there will be no one there for you, but your best buddy. They are like a home, providing shelter when needed, and will always be standing up for you. The rest of the world, everything will be fleeing and will be gone eventually. You may not like it, but your three hundred thousand dollar Aston Martin would eventually turn into soil, your mansion on the coast of Malibu Beach, would eventually get washed away. Your childhood house, will eventually be replaced. Your mother Earth, will eventually fade away. It sounds scary, but anything, and everything, would eventually die, and turn into nothing. Like Art Buchwald said, "the best things in life, aren't things." That quote is how I want to be living things, my life will be based on love and friendship. I would try not to let work get into my way of building a strong relationship with my family and spending a night out with my friends. The best things in life, are really not things, so no one should be worrying about what lasts and what not. Everything you will need, is right here next to you.

Haiku

  The most memorable time in my 15 years of life would be, Vicki's birthday. September twentieth. That was my happiest day so far in my life. I have no idea why. That night, that afternoon, I dashed through from the most downtown part of Taipei to a place 40 minutes away from it, just to set everything up. That day, I was excited, I was feeling good about myself, proud, would be more appropriate. That day, I felt as if, I was the smartest and sweetest person in the world, I felt as if I had everything in control. As I prepared everything, the balloon shop was filled with people, well it was downtown Taipei on a Saturday and at dinner time. It was filled with all types of balloons, all colors, all shapes, all sizes, literally every type of a balloon in this world would be in here. That shop smelled like plastic, more of a rubbery smell to it. It was a very small yet decorative store, it was cozy, I really enjoyed being in there and meeting the owners. Then I went to Skylark, to cook the things I had prepared for her. Garlic steak it was, with a pinch of spaghetti and some soup. The smell of the clam chowder in the kitchen overpowered all the other smells in the kitchen. After an hour and half of battle with the grills and stoves, I have done it, it certainly wasn't pretty, but I've done it at last. Then I arrived at the place, as I decorated the room with balloons and the gourmet dinner I have made, I begun hanging up the pictures of us on the walls and covered the room with candles. The gorgeous recessed lighting beamed the room up with a golden brown color. The streets had busy traffic, the honking, the loud mufflers off of the plastic scooters. The room then was lit up with candles, scented candles, it smelled like a garden in that room. Once I got everything prepared and ready, I was ready. As she enters, it was the biggest smile I have ever seen. It was completely worth it. It was a good day.

What I See When I Close My Eyes

  I love things like this, believe it or not I actually do this when I am alone as well. Everytime I do things like this, I need music. Inspiring and heartening music, it differs from time to time, it could be from electronic music to jazz hiphop. You may think, electronic music? How is that inspring? Well here is the thing, it may be just a song with more bass drops than words to some people, but sometimes, the melody of the song just drags me right into it. I always picture some stunning visualizations. I don't normally have a set place where I always picture myself at it, but depending on my mood, I will switch from places to places. Whether it is the lights at night along the Huang Pu river in Shanghai, illuminating the city with its bold colors and bright lights. Or it could be at sunrise, at a beach in the Bahamas. Where everything is calm, and peaceful. With nothing on the sky, but the orange glow shimmering across the sky, with no one around me, just me, the clear white sand, and the orange beams of the star welcoming me to the start of a brand new day. Or it could simply be at a grass land, with a crystal clear sky, with an ocean, right infront of me, with the ocean water so clear, that you could see the sea floor. Of course I haven't been to most of these places, but its just something I enjoy doing. At alot of times I would simply clear my mind with things like this. I would look at some photography while cranking up my song into my ear. I love this. I honestly do. I would love to visit all these places when I earn enough money.

Let your backbone slide

I Am a Rock

  There are many things that popped into my mind when I heard this song. When I heard the chorus, all I thought about was this comic style island with rocks and bricks on it. As this song kept on going, I pictured a cheerful middle age man that was single and did not really need love. I think this man loves being a loner and is enjoying his life with himself. He does not need love because love hurts, and he doesn't need friendship because he is alone, and friendship hurts. I don't really know what the singer is singing about honestly, some parts of the song I think he is just a rock in the middle of nowhere. Then sometimes I think he is a man that is happy with his live because he has made something of himself but he does not need love nor friendship because both of them will end up hurting him. Basically whenever some words were sang, the objects just basically popped into my mind, that is why I cannot connect the song together.       There is a song by Wayne Wade, called Lady. This song is a reggae song that is about love. This man is so deeply in love with this lady, she is his everything. He expresses how he feels about her, and how much he loves her. There are so many songs in this world about love. Everytime I used to hear this song, I picture this Jamaican man in his twenties, looking a bit like Bob Marley, with the dreadlocks but younger, sitting on a couch watching his girl in his arms asleep. On his right hand he is holding his girl under his arm, and on the other, a smoke.