tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-207996782024-03-23T11:21:49.622-07:00Live For The Momentjitpunkiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01968938172263480405noreply@blogger.comBlogger102125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20799678.post-9029593648149284492014-02-07T09:35:00.000-08:002014-02-07T09:35:47.240-08:003344 days later<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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3344 days later. Over 9 years, 10 more months to a decade was the day I left my birthplace Kuching. So much has happened between those 3344 days, so much growth, even my typing now is different compared to the many years ago.<br />
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So grateful to be able to live in California, to learn and to be expose to a bigger world, the lessons, the hardships, the friendships, the love, the heartache, the girls, the maturity, the marriage, the green card, the fire spinning, Burning Man. So much has changed.<br />
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Being back here for the 2nd time since I left brings back alot of old memories, the years of falling in love, the heartache, the reason that I left insearch for a new start, a new life. It is a little weird to be back here and seeing not much has change and old memories coming out of everywhere, but yet I have change, the friends have change, in a good way. Married, with kids.<br />
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Got to catch up with many of them tonight, and brought up topics of good memories, good laughter.<br />
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So I decided to do a post, to revive this blog. Its nice to write something more personal other than work and flow for a change. Old memories, friends and heartache instead.<br />
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To the exciting future ahead. Cheers.<br />
<br />jitpunkiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01968938172263480405noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20799678.post-28768810310440204602011-08-04T13:07:00.000-07:002011-08-04T13:18:45.111-07:00Summer 2011<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_a_jfdUvs2rJtz4FNNVnSoQiirQcip5MHI_xGhiupT03fZzXZdmdAjvNtG6zfBhBv2yHItr5shmyXG7n6ZTKKZGb9Jot-KnVjtxrDibcPg141khDdVbYVu_5EmH7WJUtRWpA9/s1600/225426_10150187932291032_516526031_7276684_5225547_n.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_a_jfdUvs2rJtz4FNNVnSoQiirQcip5MHI_xGhiupT03fZzXZdmdAjvNtG6zfBhBv2yHItr5shmyXG7n6ZTKKZGb9Jot-KnVjtxrDibcPg141khDdVbYVu_5EmH7WJUtRWpA9/s400/225426_10150187932291032_516526031_7276684_5225547_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637097509805393778" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4PXpPfzElZ0Fy4mHVpnTbZdQByd3rwRlEzKRyJ9vm6Weq2TAVAveqr1vcaz4axvAhfyJhh_sHLUhwFyUgL5pZIsNLeMN-Jm__O3UYk-fz9UmsiT3dtJIE0VgyZemzM5JJTSEB/s1600/kuching.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4PXpPfzElZ0Fy4mHVpnTbZdQByd3rwRlEzKRyJ9vm6Weq2TAVAveqr1vcaz4axvAhfyJhh_sHLUhwFyUgL5pZIsNLeMN-Jm__O3UYk-fz9UmsiT3dtJIE0VgyZemzM5JJTSEB/s400/kuching.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637096767840980274" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp-6PN9SGynVKP60ovHLMDGrXZbhFS904wJDfier_UYyDDyKwa-QNtwSf1DdoonXJS5d92rzNsygxqmwU4wq3AZ7QC-lZ1FPcfNkDuRfuU40z0QIpULc6H0349wU5am6RgrNUl/s1600/223954_10150259562461032_516526031_7904482_1796112_n.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp-6PN9SGynVKP60ovHLMDGrXZbhFS904wJDfier_UYyDDyKwa-QNtwSf1DdoonXJS5d92rzNsygxqmwU4wq3AZ7QC-lZ1FPcfNkDuRfuU40z0QIpULc6H0349wU5am6RgrNUl/s400/223954_10150259562461032_516526031_7904482_1796112_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637096628347356066" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaZOEsGiznBDhgImF-4p7SSjKrOHwVsV1_5WojNOW0glZ3e5_NjpIhPSo0aQb9OHiH4iqCDr9rYn4v0VR9wLFsZa9L5mhw_LeZ7meD59Pl5rIOJOp4I4GUc0itaawRg1n39w4q/s1600/grandma.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaZOEsGiznBDhgImF-4p7SSjKrOHwVsV1_5WojNOW0glZ3e5_NjpIhPSo0aQb9OHiH4iqCDr9rYn4v0VR9wLFsZa9L5mhw_LeZ7meD59Pl5rIOJOp4I4GUc0itaawRg1n39w4q/s400/grandma.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637096464295868082" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKrjFTA1ybDDspjhjpyS_yCJuQbXljTc2Zckc4fMyLVsuI4O14LKP4UVwjVtJ2QeQpeddVBmX0lGkEcTLoaWxbE-Ki7lPkLx248QvDNhqGSLDPbP4cVzkhSsO6Bhss3ibD-Gt8/s1600/226156_10150714296815618_845065617_19422996_5936121_n.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKrjFTA1ybDDspjhjpyS_yCJuQbXljTc2Zckc4fMyLVsuI4O14LKP4UVwjVtJ2QeQpeddVBmX0lGkEcTLoaWxbE-Ki7lPkLx248QvDNhqGSLDPbP4cVzkhSsO6Bhss3ibD-Gt8/s400/226156_10150714296815618_845065617_19422996_5936121_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637097006596957650" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1pt-EjDFBdN5mG1B9J8RSnVaCzxP8KMRxV51RBFZSxYZcDBh_l_QJ38DWCIGQAiRROZ4iY_nUW1GG5EcZdJueRTn8HZoOxUQf5DbNo7ihm_i0F7QnahnlQQiqRrqkjRGbzEMk/s1600/251596_10150714303790618_845065617_19423169_3165615_n.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1pt-EjDFBdN5mG1B9J8RSnVaCzxP8KMRxV51RBFZSxYZcDBh_l_QJ38DWCIGQAiRROZ4iY_nUW1GG5EcZdJueRTn8HZoOxUQf5DbNo7ihm_i0F7QnahnlQQiqRrqkjRGbzEMk/s400/251596_10150714303790618_845065617_19423169_3165615_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637096354671975858" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />Got flown to Ohio, touched down, Melissa & Jonah took me out to some fabulous pho. Stayed at their pad for a week+, spent alot of time spinning, some times run errands with Grimm. Drove up with Jonah to Kinetic Fire Fest in Chicago, met Rem (this russian fan spinner) before the sun was even up. Met Asaf a few minutes later, and got to see my good eccentric genius friend Alien Jon. Later on, help build a dome in 3 hours out on an open field. LED spin jam happened through out the night, drinking tea with Nicky Evers, Alien Jon, Zan and Aileen and a bunch of other midwest spinners.</span><p style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:85%;">The next few days were filled with teaching workshops, learning, exchanging stories and ideas, met Charlie Cushing on that day. Went to Walmart with me driving Charlie, Alien Jon and Asaf. At night were some epic fire spin jams that went on till late.<br /></span> </p><p style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Rain was heavy during one of the day of the festival, alot of us hid at the barn and taught workshops there. That night when the spin jam was outside the barn, it was pretty epic and went on till the sun nearly came up. Spent the sunrise with Christian Medina and a guy named Fox from Michigan talking about travelling, life, spinning.</span></p><p style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Before I went back to Los Angeles, went out with Bells & Graham to Dancing Wasabi in Ohio. Epic<br /></span></p><p style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Kinetic Fire Fest, had an amazing time and made many life lasting connections.<br /></span> </p><p style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Flew back to Los Angeles and drove up to Firedrums not long after with Jennifer and Tea Faerie. Firedrums, too much craziness to talk about. Epic workshops, epic talent, too much to take in. Rastaxel, Tom Charot, Thomas Johansson, LOOOP, Mcp, Rem, Asaf, Keith Marshall.</span></p><p style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Help drove a family up to Portland, stop in San Francisco and hung out with a bunch of spinners and Portland with Cameron Dollinger.</span></p><p style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Flew back to Los Angeles and 10 hours later was a on a 6hour flight out to Minnesota, was picked up by Ase and Sandra with Ase's kid Aedyn. Hung out at Ase's place a bunch, went out for pho behind his house one of time. And head out to Camp Fire, set up tent with him and hung out a bunch with Loki, Mojo, Ase, Exuro and a bunch of the MN kids, taught workshops, took workshops, hung out with a bunch of MN spinners, aspired, inspired, learn and taught. Got to hang out with Paul Greenbaum, Bliss, Thom Thumb, Alien Jon, Noel and a bunch of others.</span></p><p style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Flew back to Los Angeles, and not long after left for Malaysia, after a 30+ hour flight with layovers, we passed out on the floor of Hong Kong Airport. Flew to KL, a few hours of layover and finally reached our final destination, after 30 something hours, we head straight to Petanak market and had two bowls of Kueh Chap. Spent the next two weeks, eating alot of Laksa and amazing Kueh Tiaw, hung out with high school friends, and childhood friends that I havent seen in more than a decade and my grandmas and family. Had our Kuching wedding, and our wedding dance was our partner poi set.</span></p><p style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Left Kuching and spent 2 days in Genting Highland and then later on met up with Aifique, Crimmy and Ji Man, had an informal workshop in KL, then we had an amazing fire spin jam at Urbanscapes Art Festival in Kuala Lumpur.</span></p><p style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:85%;">We left KL and landed in Bangkok and took a taxi for 400baht to Khao San road, we tried to look for our budget guesthouse that I booked but somehow found out the road is basically a 3 feet wide alley way, after looking for it a while we ended up following a 5/6 year old boy down the alley way, after 8 or 9 turns into the maze we end up at our budget guesthouse Amarin Inn. </span></p><p style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Spent a couple days at Khao San road, Prahatit Park, did some shopping, ate alot of Pad Thai and Tom Yum for really cheap. Met up with Kristi Knupp, spun some poi with her and got some information about Pai. We all got foot massages, fish spa and took a tuktuk around town for fun.</span></p><p style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:85%;">The next day we had a full body thai massage, couldnt believe I only had one massage the whole time we were there. Visited the Grand Palace, Wat Pho, Golden Buddha in Chinatown, took water taxis, roam around Thailand and rode elephants and watched the show Siam Niramit.</span></p><p style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Took a 12hour train ride to Chiang Mai and hop on a 3hour van ride not to long after and end up in Pai. Got tattoos, rented bikes and cruise around, had Pad See Ew and more Pad Thai, fruit shakes, went to the Jungle Bar. Left Pai and was back in Chiang Mai after 2 nights.</span></p><p style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Rested in Chiang Mai and head to hunt down Babylon Cafe in Chiang Mai, heard of fire spinning happens there on Saturday night. Met some Thai fire spinners, got together with them and spun with them. Epic!</span></p><p style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Left Thailand and headed to Singapore to do a series of 4 day workshops. Met Singaporean spinners, taught workshops, walked around Orchard Road and thanks to Xyn for making it happen for us.</span></p><p style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">37165 miles, done .. next stop Burning Man )'(</span></span></p>jitpunkiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01968938172263480405noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20799678.post-18322821150428854992011-01-10T11:54:00.000-08:002011-01-11T08:51:08.912-08:00The Spirit Molecule<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOmyBDnJiwx8VGthr7ZMRhxb5zHBkaIw6kEvFEuhnmYooJJQY9bH1wvG4JCqjMq221NjX7bUOgpU_T94w0OqySMUoSsuvMHN0ODgQBKi5jMjg5okH5J3omUmDUCaeC3HhUYdjN/s1600/dmt_3d_mid.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 397px; height: 298px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOmyBDnJiwx8VGthr7ZMRhxb5zHBkaIw6kEvFEuhnmYooJJQY9bH1wvG4JCqjMq221NjX7bUOgpU_T94w0OqySMUoSsuvMHN0ODgQBKi5jMjg5okH5J3omUmDUCaeC3HhUYdjN/s400/dmt_3d_mid.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560648521263491842" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">so</span></span> <span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:85%;">last night i learned, despite time, continous space of infinite and dimensions . our brainwave and our energy do fuse and one self can connect with the other being and become one, and learning about the purest of trust just base on a single touch of the fingers . i couldnt see her face, i couldnt hear her, we were floating endlessly through a sea of space and dimensions that is beyond any human comprehension . it was truly beautiful, the music floats and wrap around us and took us to places we would never imagine, there was no self, there was just mere existence, there was no limbs, there was no skin, nothing, just an invisible pure existence that was next to me, and even with all that, we did not communicate in our 16bit language that we speak, people call the human language, we were mere existence just existing in infinite space and beyond the stars . ill continue to pursue this answer, or question . is there such a thing as souls connected between realms? such tranquil connection that one do not need to speak or even see the other person, but knowing that soul is right next to them regardless despite traveling between realms and dimensions there was no bias stories or rumors prior to the experience, it was purest of the pure that anything sincerity could ever define . there was no specific destination or experience we were trying to achieve . how ironic it is, that we just went with the flow and wherever the flow took us . just to find out later on, its the place that people yearn to be and find . besides trust, another thing that i kinda learn, that place cant be found or track down or just visit at will . simplicity in the end is the best method, the place comes and take you .. not to be found, not to be go anytime of the day . the flow and streams of life, dimensions, universe comes and bring you to it, not the other way around ...<br /><br />godspeed to you, may whoever reads that, i sincerely hope that you will be at the place and realm you belong in ..<br /></span></span>jitpunkiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01968938172263480405noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20799678.post-27313620031812514062010-10-22T01:17:00.000-07:002010-10-22T07:46:08.184-07:00Default World<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSXqU8tZhzPGAVEP7rxEMKGo4KTngmCfBldTqs5mSFmPwI1WVGTPu2SiEkZvbhnf34yK3vn42pTAaJ4YnjjLvT6iPtK-KeLW9pl10EqnJ4VP77Vz9-bB_zBSf2UxFXycglYC3V/s1600/bbb.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSXqU8tZhzPGAVEP7rxEMKGo4KTngmCfBldTqs5mSFmPwI1WVGTPu2SiEkZvbhnf34yK3vn42pTAaJ4YnjjLvT6iPtK-KeLW9pl10EqnJ4VP77Vz9-bB_zBSf2UxFXycglYC3V/s400/bbb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530783456658561442" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7e_f0YnfeowH0xFpL0eeC_5QOGKw2FbkWrxQ4RBMVBA_NCvm-UpvOt6wfiFnUYoskmfucfQwWYIjBxh6vYccof112x7d-5ekjTf_3Dmcnj4ztq6rKl8pN_7P9a2QeMBGoYcuz/s1600/IMG_0228.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7e_f0YnfeowH0xFpL0eeC_5QOGKw2FbkWrxQ4RBMVBA_NCvm-UpvOt6wfiFnUYoskmfucfQwWYIjBxh6vYccof112x7d-5ekjTf_3Dmcnj4ztq6rKl8pN_7P9a2QeMBGoYcuz/s400/IMG_0228.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530782777573871426" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyMwZ-wiH7Ke4oyklR-HFbSOXNE9VM5xdd0MwDJ5x_Ht6vxyRWbWN-Iwn31xv9dyExQF2MZWFyHLlXBBFeDYdW6rNrwXNebrzv8dAOXUdcm0IWKLBflnUO-8NPelx8ZrSy-X4h/s1600/bbbb.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyMwZ-wiH7Ke4oyklR-HFbSOXNE9VM5xdd0MwDJ5x_Ht6vxyRWbWN-Iwn31xv9dyExQF2MZWFyHLlXBBFeDYdW6rNrwXNebrzv8dAOXUdcm0IWKLBflnUO-8NPelx8ZrSy-X4h/s400/bbbb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530783689662330210" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:85%;">47 days back in the default world as they called it . people sometimes asked me, so 'hows it going?' what can i say . ill try to put it as simple as possible, those 3 pictures represent so much, so so much that an average person will ever know or experience .<br /><br />ever hear of those stories of a prophet who came from a far away land and tell stories about magic and faraway adventures that all the kids imagination run wild . what if i tell you those stories could be true? would you believe me? what if i tell you the prophet exist? would you believe me? how you ask, where you ask . the prophet didnt come and tell me those stories, i myself have turned into the prophet .<br /><br />iv spoke to many where all of them turned silent, eyes glimmer, jaw dropped, hope found, inspiration over leak . i do not lie or exaggerate my stories, 80 year old men bewildered on my stories, mid 30s ladies eyes fill with tears of joy and hope . it proves to me that age doesnt bring wisdom nor experience on life, your choices and who you are deep inside bring you places, your passion, dedication, heart, hope brings you places and enables you to tell such of a place and experience .<br /><br />burning man aint no desert rave . its such an insult for those who say those words, its not even close, its not about the naked people running around . dont act like you know, or act like youv been when you dont even know . dont judge a person you yourself has never been in their shoes . do you know? what life means? do you know what success means? do you know what creativity means? inspiration?<br /><br />so i was there for 7 days, it took me 4 days .. to 'get it' . not to get what the place is . but to get what life is . what life is about . its not about that car, not about that ipod or that pimp jacket . its about passion, its about love . its about going for your dreams and really being what you wanna be, if you wanna be a wizard, a ninja, a cook, literally you go for that and do not fear what others think of you . and that place allows you to strip down to your very core and be what you truly wanna be, sometimes we do not know what we are inside or what we wanna be or become till we are truly in that realm where it is possible . reading this you may think you know who or what you really are . but trust me, if you havent been to burning man ... you dont .. 100% period .. you dont ..<br /><br />the man burns in 316 days<br /></span></span>jitpunkiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01968938172263480405noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20799678.post-69501617081065714872010-08-23T23:42:00.003-07:002010-08-23T23:52:30.682-07:00Black Rock City<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixvas8JIrAJxKcE7FpCs2vds_cPa9t4AraFPwD3wrXagt03KmeatNOwE4l8Rx_7EEBoWdKmZw96UIg1L9wKtHBcUfjHDvxBHGfycvyGrkbsmVhULgUrjNLQVmM28R5EoM95oS5/s1600/bm.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixvas8JIrAJxKcE7FpCs2vds_cPa9t4AraFPwD3wrXagt03KmeatNOwE4l8Rx_7EEBoWdKmZw96UIg1L9wKtHBcUfjHDvxBHGfycvyGrkbsmVhULgUrjNLQVmM28R5EoM95oS5/s400/bm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508863303250084850" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">in 144hours the gates to this city you are lookin at will be opened . and its only open 7 days a year, once a year . i have never been, iv heard of it for many years. and i cant really believe im 6 days away from it . the feeling is so surreal, i could already feel the anticipation of other 50000 citizens that im gonna be living with for 7 days . they come from all shapes and forms and shapes, sizes, race, ethnicity, background, location. all there to embrace the one common goal, that is life itself . creativity unlike no order will be born . the city itself is an art, and all the people that will be there will make it unlike no other .<br /><br />another unbelievable thing is i was talkin to a buddy of mine that we managed to get on the band wago to experience for the first time . we both agree that it feels like a test to get there . preparation has been made many many months before hand, money saved, plans made, tickets bought . and dealing with all the other shit that life has to offer many months . iv been to many parties and many events, but this is not only a party, but also a spiritual journey, i know its gonna test my physical, mental, spiritual limits . we both felt that our entire life that we have lived, every single moment and bits and pieces of it is leading up to this moment, the moment im talkin about, is people say "when you leave your door step of your house, you're at burning man"<br /><br />so for us it will be on the 28th sunday morning<br /></span></span>jitpunkiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01968938172263480405noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20799678.post-72318514746813832022010-07-26T10:28:00.000-07:002010-07-26T10:30:03.550-07:00Forgive<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhO-MksB2lnE1g1ZXMi1z9r43GxS8cY9nwEE1ZGSZ9rBvedYeAg_Sv6YeHmdY3L4AdgFd0GxBTX43FVcIDl1Nb8VSWXqQw-KzukoxJG3phQ1VNxqDDI9Zgczi67BI3WTHY1XPBH/s1600/forgive-4.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhO-MksB2lnE1g1ZXMi1z9r43GxS8cY9nwEE1ZGSZ9rBvedYeAg_Sv6YeHmdY3L4AdgFd0GxBTX43FVcIDl1Nb8VSWXqQw-KzukoxJG3phQ1VNxqDDI9Zgczi67BI3WTHY1XPBH/s400/forgive-4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498268168802529170" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" >it was saturday evening, i thought i was ready for another go close to 10months since the last experience , and was warned that it was gonna be intense, and a person who was well experienced got lost in the desert for a good 2 hours without water, and had stick in his hand bleeding literally believed he was walking through hell only to have his friends miraculously and literally saved him from heat stroke and death .<br /><br />approx and hour and a half later, i was floored as they say, and nothing of any sort has ever ever happened to me like that i thought to myself . i even tried writing notes on my phone as we went through the night to try to keep my thoughts in order and for me to review em when i finally woke up from this dream .<br /><br />i hated on the newbies i wrote, "they all sound the same after one point" he said . i shook my head in disappointment, they all do not sound the same, an experienced person will know where to look for the right beats to bring you to that better place . theres so much more substance than just being there, it is much more complex than that . there is connectivity with the beat, the people who were present, everyone was somewhat connected as one tribe, presenting their most creative and artistic way they could flow or present their soul to their surroundings . i could not stand by him, i could not bear to know a person who was standing next to me had no knowledge or frequency of how complex this current times are . i had to run, shamelessly admitting, i had to run away from that . and i did<br /><br />there was no coincidence i found the people i yearn for a couple minutes after that even when i was suppose to meet them somewhere else .<br /><br />but here is when something came and took over, something that was not approved of my mind and soul happened . something i could not grasp with reality on a parallel direction happened . i found myself lost, heartbroken, upset, scared, confused . this was when reality, time and depth got distorted really badly . it was like a nightmare . i couldnt believe what i just saw, i told myself "wake up wake up its just a bad dream thats all . i was the only who saw this, i made it up in my head" i found myself later sitting somewhere alone, not too long after it happened . i was in this place of darkness, for god knows how long, i couldnt speak, cause there was no words in my mind, i could not cry, there was no tears to be shed, i was not scared, there was no fear to be had, i was at this place where it had no name, no light, no sound, no emotions, just this bare emptiness and just existed without any reason . i was nothing<br /><br />i opened my eyes to see someone sitting in front of me and the first words i spoke was "this isnt real right? that just did not happen right? i made it up right?" i repeated a few times . and the person who sat next to me looked at me and said "yes that just did, and no you didnt make that up, im sorry, and no its not ok" i was really sad that it was real and relief that i woke up from that dark place . but couldnt really tell if i was relief to be awake or rather it be a dream even if it would take eternity to wake up from .<br /><br />glared into my eyes, i think i could have cried, i couldnt be certain . i asked "what would you do if you were me?" the answer that was given after a few moments of silence was "in what world, in what world would it be ok for me to do that to you? if it so exist, you have to teach me how to love, and trust you again"<br /><br />to step it up to the next level, to dig deep within your soul . i found a way that i thought i would never never ever would, to sacrifice myself, my pride, my love, myself as a whole to another person . to completely utter gave myself up to be a gift to another person . to be able to tell that person, i forgive you . cause i know if i were to be in that position it would be even harder of a task to forgive myself and heal .<br /><br />flow was then unleashed not too long after, i didnt had much to go back to, except the flow that i had, released anger, the sadness, the disbelief in one shot . time was still distorted, so did reality, even though iv travelled there once before and told myself that its all gonna come back, just not panic and it will fall back to pieces like sands of time .<br /><br />30 hours later 5:11am i woke up again . and to have finally accept reality as it is, or at least took in consideration to truly believe in my head as for now we live in this one . i never thought it was possible for a human to shed tears for close to 24hours, the tears just came down and down like rain from the other person . and i found myself here sitting in the dark, pretty much emptiness and left with this dream that has taken place, but this time with no fear of ever not waking up cause i know the sun is rising not too long from now and hope & strength & belief will return at least to me, or this current state of reality that i believe i live in .<br /></span>jitpunkiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01968938172263480405noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20799678.post-30232014847670096682010-07-08T13:23:00.000-07:002010-07-08T13:29:40.861-07:00The Man Burns In 58 Days<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" 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days . possibly the highlight of my whole 2010 . been plannin on this trip a few months back . got the low income ticket, saving up for supplies and gear to be out there in the desert for 7 straight days . very likely this trip will change my life and also the way i view the world possibly . if many of you are not sure what im talkin about . heres a <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Burning_Man">link</a> </span></span>jitpunkiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01968938172263480405noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20799678.post-49630945698433181742010-03-05T21:45:00.001-08:002010-03-05T21:55:31.067-08:00Stomp<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBdU-_nmz3cHJiHPcR4iLDEi6KIsen27HV7x-MfGJKkC4_m7pbqgoYJJWg5D1Q9i7P1vTqirv-FdGCiWzoHoDD5M1-OHes7OtUKCpzphaD5Vr1RV6nB6iWjfML8aDiBfdfdgx4/s1600-h/IMG_2368.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" 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href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSnXkkqi_VZo2xtc5NVJs3ORbOeBhc12Clk4AeCNUd0blLymMI3VqOfsNKwb0qIa3lxyNnmaixSjX39XBNj93Nw3a6jEvZRe8ePhGsOz16oTMtq60wwX0mZPQ9MelcjK1Sl9Is/s1600-h/IMG_2365.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSnXkkqi_VZo2xtc5NVJs3ORbOeBhc12Clk4AeCNUd0blLymMI3VqOfsNKwb0qIa3lxyNnmaixSjX39XBNj93Nw3a6jEvZRe8ePhGsOz16oTMtq60wwX0mZPQ9MelcjK1Sl9Is/s400/IMG_2365.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445392995525952674" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Location, Bear Mountain California . I really doubt there is another place like Bear, well maybe besides Whistler, a few mountains in Japan or maybe Korea? But its a small mountain 250acres approx . But its rank one of the best snowboard parks in the country . Fighting with huge mountains like Mammoth, Park City, Lake Tahoe etc . Which is literally maybe 15-20 times bigger . The park setup seriously is pretty legit . Progressive jibs and kickers where you can progress your park riding .<br /><br />The vibe is truly something else, the crowd is young, vibrant, colorful, some come here to be seen, some to see . Its partially a place where its just not about the snowboarding, but also a place to look hip or cool while riding, most people here dress up, get all geared up . But anyways the top picture is one of the Bear Mtn riders, Chris Bradshaw, he aint no olympian or double cork 1260 mctwist . But he is Mr.Steezy, he makes the simple things, well not really simple, but he makes it looks good . A big big fan of his I am .<br /></span></span><br /><br /><object height="340" width="560"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y3r9tgdR2K8&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y3r9tgdR2K8&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="340" width="560"></embed></object>jitpunkiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01968938172263480405noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20799678.post-32985782746313415192010-02-25T07:57:00.000-08:002010-02-25T08:16:35.258-08:00Perspective<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQHgYv7YGXcKIXU73lHIAp6uBV_5AQlBVxwET5kdPUz-287Rnj56SnnXl0CZF0epx-jyqHW4zx1-eDO_omS5G7V2nR8RraDgEjWW1hmVD10QoQa9UztpeYHjpDVY_HYl9XL7jv/s1600-h/p.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQHgYv7YGXcKIXU73lHIAp6uBV_5AQlBVxwET5kdPUz-287Rnj56SnnXl0CZF0epx-jyqHW4zx1-eDO_omS5G7V2nR8RraDgEjWW1hmVD10QoQa9UztpeYHjpDVY_HYl9XL7jv/s400/p.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442211599909417250" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq-FbwoYElliJu8EoRqAfTssKAgmmEBZr4MSCjebK5ZQQCwuCeTFCNKJpvlmGK01jz4QCJAg330Jf9tKlXr2O4kFJ1YjiSrQ_8aXXrx0TwySmW0RlMueZHmQCMGhGf-XmU8OZv/s1600-h/px.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq-FbwoYElliJu8EoRqAfTssKAgmmEBZr4MSCjebK5ZQQCwuCeTFCNKJpvlmGK01jz4QCJAg330Jf9tKlXr2O4kFJ1YjiSrQ_8aXXrx0TwySmW0RlMueZHmQCMGhGf-XmU8OZv/s400/px.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442211796260082354" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">life & reality? same thing? i really dont know . but i know life is part of reality and reality is a perspective of one's view . for example, one could see yellow another could see blue . is that too far of a difference? but then again what about white and black? well its not about how different it is, but in someway or another it relates doesnt it . and i do notice i only post things here when my perspective are not the best colors usually . but then again its just a perspective of my own .<br /><br />i love to sometimes wish all this would go away, or i can push the reset button . where i could kinda go back a lil or at least hide from this color . maybe be back 9000 miles? maybe turn the hands of time? maybe could do this or that a lil differently?<br /><br />but then again i guess out of many people, and acquaintances and people i know, their view on my reality or perspective may vary from different colors at all time . lifes aint all about snowboarding, or living the dream here in the states . theres alot of greyish black times . when things dont go my way . the feeling of running out of time, lagging the in race of life, tight financial binds . And this time is one of em ..<br /><br />or lets forward time, and ill look back on this post ...<br />sigh </span></span>jitpunkiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01968938172263480405noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20799678.post-27804238167999232202009-12-17T13:15:00.000-08:002009-12-17T13:23:37.202-08:00Gratification<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTXv4ahyphenhyphenLI8oArg8-acan9nm8goPrZPWg9MAPpohlGh7TzcjVbx9SQ5dukCI00hFsJhlTNGtEamUle-OLRW8Im1VNHNhWp-4bYZZqk-GJ5j05D6dNSyZ7gylyHMWSM8ER6Sb6P/s1600-h/IMG_0152.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTXv4ahyphenhyphenLI8oArg8-acan9nm8goPrZPWg9MAPpohlGh7TzcjVbx9SQ5dukCI00hFsJhlTNGtEamUle-OLRW8Im1VNHNhWp-4bYZZqk-GJ5j05D6dNSyZ7gylyHMWSM8ER6Sb6P/s400/IMG_0152.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416317204240127890" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size:85%;">another winter has arrived, due to some issues, i couldnt make it up to mammoth this season . the downside of it, i think about it everyday and night literally, its like an old romance . i see her shadow everywhere i go, i see familiar faces near the lifts and when they turn around, complete strangers . i sit near the patio waiting for people to say hi to me, every single person that walked pass has no connection with me . instead of 3500acres of riding, i downsize to 200acres, instead of 30lifts and running wild on the mountain, im just lapping the same chair all day . well i guess thats life aint it, whatever gets thrown to you, you make the best out of it . on the brightside, im still here shredding, working on my park game . i got a pass for the mountain, im unemployed, but i have the key to access to be able to ride . i have a friend who lives up at the mountain, so i can crash at his place anytime . so instead of lookin what i dont have, like mammoth, i look at what i have, i have a great chance not to be left behind, i have the chance to work on my jibbing and kickers . i have a chance to rack up many days this season due to unemployment . FOCUS is the word . focus on things that i have and i can acheive, anything that is beyond my control, let it be . ive done my part</span></span>jitpunkiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01968938172263480405noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20799678.post-8126066654016125512009-11-24T02:08:00.000-08:002009-11-24T02:20:12.733-08:002 Hours After Turning 26<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhep_lXPVBqmpdbq38F2EwjYDgWDYf5vHFB0974UqzSS5T7cuP3zfMO6F6TaiTHbY7S5XG8w05PSSMTNStJklQURHxp4zcXC_ODo8R0eSyMW8TdzvpYvSp5luyuSMbRabX46LLf/s1600/07210023_023.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhep_lXPVBqmpdbq38F2EwjYDgWDYf5vHFB0974UqzSS5T7cuP3zfMO6F6TaiTHbY7S5XG8w05PSSMTNStJklQURHxp4zcXC_ODo8R0eSyMW8TdzvpYvSp5luyuSMbRabX46LLf/s400/07210023_023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407610393877699138" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs9Ley8vwTCapy0anjYn-hkMbBPUL3ja6EzUCCcITyZu4N10nOomtEECE35EVD7yuy_b7Bdd48D1jGRafMzRYJFLvynZinm5S7fL2ZzQjIDdxRalSQL2UXf10jo0dIe-V9IwzC/s1600/IMG_2164.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs9Ley8vwTCapy0anjYn-hkMbBPUL3ja6EzUCCcITyZu4N10nOomtEECE35EVD7yuy_b7Bdd48D1jGRafMzRYJFLvynZinm5S7fL2ZzQjIDdxRalSQL2UXf10jo0dIe-V9IwzC/s400/IMG_2164.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407610965810920210" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size:85%;">26yrs old all of a sudden . well not really all of sudden, but anyways you get the point . im married, yeap . crazy life . i guess many people were shock that i got married, and suprise . but isnt that what i always do anyways? suprise people with my crazy decisions in life and going all out for the things i love . things are starting to shift now, towards the positive side . i can feel it, im very sure im not comforting myself or whatsoever . but things seriously are shifting slowly but surely towards the light . life itself is a dream, its a prespective that we put ourselves in . at times we cant help it but to be in a dark place, sometimes in a brigther place, but sweet times are always easy to take in, its how we handle the dark times . never giving up, persistently chasing after that potential of being in that better place .<br /><br />a year ago, i celebrated it in mammoth . a year before got drunk with 30 asians in a club called v20 in long beach . this year i got caught off guard, cause of limited funds but thanks to my wife jennifer and alfred whom we recently met . pulled out some magic from their hats and truly got to make me smile .<br /><br />live for the moment . the moment is always now<br /></span></span>jitpunkiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01968938172263480405noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20799678.post-71975037055682707002009-10-28T02:11:00.000-07:002009-10-28T02:24:12.120-07:00Count Your Blessings<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgamhs8qx3KbNLH28rp9QMZjV7EumCDOHKfCI_i8rgSHD1C-AA7DOYDTJmqlBpWd6JU4tz7Hyxpr4m7lK6w83eZ8FXogaEoVQiFizxk5AJ5YM4kMSaqb4MbUn2357sYPLZm2NXU/s1600-h/tsewerbeta.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 297px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgamhs8qx3KbNLH28rp9QMZjV7EumCDOHKfCI_i8rgSHD1C-AA7DOYDTJmqlBpWd6JU4tz7Hyxpr4m7lK6w83eZ8FXogaEoVQiFizxk5AJ5YM4kMSaqb4MbUn2357sYPLZm2NXU/s400/tsewerbeta.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397576309096794770" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">its 2:12am . about 15hours ago . i woke up . i saw the sun, wind was blowing strong outside the window . i was excited about life and its potential . i was craving for life . and 15hours later, things has turned 180 degrees . my saviour, my closest person iv been sleeping next to for months, told me shes in that hesitation mode again . she doubts herself, doubts me, doubts us, doubts the potential that we are able to acheive, iv been fighting over and over for a while now to build this power house of trust, to tell her to take my hand and ill lead her to the promised land, even if it means die trying . yet she has so many fears and doubts that it might fail, that its a risk, that it will mean losing everyhing to her and gaining nothing but a shot at life.<br /><br /><br />i took two sleeping pills, i hate the fact that my emotions are so messed up that i need sleeping pills to help me to sleep, to overcome this wall of emotions that im climbing . im not asleep yet . this is one of the toughest times in my 25yrs of life . its the darkest of all times . i have not work for almost 6 months, i cant go to school . i cant do anything . my life has been put on hold, and i feel like i see the light and im almost there, then i look back to find that im nowhere near the light .<br /><br /><br />iv been following tsewer beta for many years now, he has produce a few tracks that is absolutely worth paying to it in your ipod . "count your blessings" is one of em that im listenin to now . i feel it tells an amazing story and it help keeps me sane . cause it reminds me not to swallow the hold box of sleeping pills, it reminds me that im stronger than that, that i can overcome this and look back and laugh . it reminds me to count my blessings, the blessings i have, my family, my health, my sight, my hearing, my touch .<br /><br /><br />sometimes we all just forget how beautiful we are and we need something to reminds us that we are, indeed beautiful .<br /><br /><br />www.myspace.com/tsewerbeta</span></span>jitpunkiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01968938172263480405noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20799678.post-78936713858244932472009-10-13T07:06:00.000-07:002009-10-13T07:29:38.109-07:00The Trip<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPrYmT8Zm6SCzU9z5j5JwCER-CVCvgKOKzZaRAziWm3ZaJG8jgekz_QVrJNGvzeGVpFgbtULQ6-SwiBDHFBPWHxgW2opoD003-EJVhrKiWoc5jJmoqjAJOLz7ApOPlPnumu1dC/s1600-h/lsd_large.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPrYmT8Zm6SCzU9z5j5JwCER-CVCvgKOKzZaRAziWm3ZaJG8jgekz_QVrJNGvzeGVpFgbtULQ6-SwiBDHFBPWHxgW2opoD003-EJVhrKiWoc5jJmoqjAJOLz7ApOPlPnumu1dC/s400/lsd_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392091649748383426" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">it was friday night 9th october 2009 . we decided to go hang out at her friend's place . 12:17am and 4:18am was the time the mental vacation begin cause of the consumption . total duration of the mental vacation was 33 hours 28 minutes . into this dream like state . never really slept the whole time and yet i was dreaming awake . reality has been distorted, memory lost, patterns would be seen on potraits and walls and on stairs . another world was appearing to me with the reflection of light on the ceiling in a room of darkness . literally . i was convinced i could see another world through a shadow that at that point in time look like a window .<br /><br />the sun came up, we were outside . had no clue where i was or where we were going . the sun was in my face, i look at my girlfriend and i asked myself "who is she? where am i? where are we going? what am i?" all those questions instantly came to mind, but due to fatigue, i decided to walk along aimlessly and just hope im in safe hands . later on we got back to the house . memory lost took full throttle, as a baby born with a blank slaid . i return to that state . where i couldnt remember my name, how many languages i speak, what is a brother? and how does he look like . to the core essense of life itself . i was questioning all these questions in my head yet the answers were coming back at the same time at rapid speed, im convinced it came back faster than light speed . all the pieces was put back together not at once, but as if how Merlin could move objects .<br /><br />saturday night, i was convinced that the room which was literally home, was a figment of my imagination, a creation of my mind . the sound that came out from the tv was talking to me, even a movie iv seen before by jim carrey turned purple cartoonish background and there were lil purple planets and stars hovering in the background of that movie like a cartoon, so it has to be in my head . the loneliness i felt was amplified . forever seems to take on a new meaning . i was running around the house lookin for her, and it seems like a nightmare where the door would close behind me and i would see part of her going into the room . paranoia was at its best . i couldnt be sure, cause reality was already distorted . finally i came to a theory that they were plotting against me, not wanting me to wake up to the real world, which is reality . cause i asked her many times "where am i?" . she answered "you're here" but that wasnt the answer i wanted to hear . i wanted to know why am i in this dream like state .<br /><br />despite the moving seeds in that potrait, city on the ceiling peering through a window that was made out of light in a room of darkness, monster in the backyard with one eye, the streams of water flowing against gravity which the stairs evolve into . im more interested to go back there and control the paranoia and memory lost . but at the same time .. it took friday night to sunday morning to completely return to reality .<br /><br />the memory still lingers and i will never look at anything ever the same again<br /></span></span>jitpunkiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01968938172263480405noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20799678.post-22834389525374517352009-07-14T13:18:00.000-07:002009-07-14T13:29:29.603-07:00The 4am Dream<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSCMqkAdtjO2PP1xjoE22AZnaOugBkqRmJn9UQAB1YrKzvSNsMtHTm5RCXa-LmwtSwuChQsG1hdATeBFvSoWY6_SLNqKlCQ-aOEf3dMtftD5NfQMH8LjPixuyg9QKFLV71b0AS/s1600-h/DSCN1336.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSCMqkAdtjO2PP1xjoE22AZnaOugBkqRmJn9UQAB1YrKzvSNsMtHTm5RCXa-LmwtSwuChQsG1hdATeBFvSoWY6_SLNqKlCQ-aOEf3dMtftD5NfQMH8LjPixuyg9QKFLV71b0AS/s400/DSCN1336.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358415507399440802" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">when things catch you by suprise . you find yourself in this state where everything kinda slows down in that point of time and yet the things and moments that just passed seems like a dream . words cant express or explain to yourself where you are in time . "who needs sleep, when you're living the dream" she said . is it possible to feel like a kid again? when the actual age has already reach mid twenties? is it possible to feel naive again? is it possible to feel a few lifetimes wouldnt be enough to live this life?<br /><br />the starting phase seems surreal and it evolves into a stage where as the fear emerges of losing that dream state you are in, and it goes into another dimension where as the fear has immerse itself into the mist, instead of worrying about all of this being gone, you worry instead that 5 lifetimes wouldnt be enough for the things that are ahead . the thought of the potential being so bright just overwhelms you and you feel like you're lost in this space in this dimension that doesnt coexist with reality itself .<br /><br />living the dream ..<br /></span></span>jitpunkiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01968938172263480405noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20799678.post-39400375790502847512009-05-25T02:36:00.000-07:002009-05-25T03:00:33.876-07:00Summer Massives<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF0mDn3Ep4tiy7EJuYVmYn0vPT9E7jGvbTnV4IeMQtX1uPKzKAm7E-Z3qM-i2q8LqpAxT0f_9qkNvu5_ZxvHP4x8um9kqM1AFyDH0eMo3ugRJA8OWucJ-Mq5hV_CIJBpQFYfVR/s1600-h/massives.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF0mDn3Ep4tiy7EJuYVmYn0vPT9E7jGvbTnV4IeMQtX1uPKzKAm7E-Z3qM-i2q8LqpAxT0f_9qkNvu5_ZxvHP4x8um9kqM1AFyDH0eMo3ugRJA8OWucJ-Mq5hV_CIJBpQFYfVR/s400/massives.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339693201091239026" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">what i love about the summers in Los Angeles, as much as i love snow, summers in LA are magical . there are tons of good movies always coming out during summers, and when i was about to give up LA 5years ago, the thing that came and saved me and changed my mind was that summer, where i met alot of people and the parties just were endless . in a way every summer is the same, and in a way its different, the things that are the same is usually if you put yourself out there, you're gonna meet tons of people and its ever changing environment . the side cast, the characters are always different but the main role is you and you're the one who takes lead to this epic summer tale .<br /><br />that picture above is a 'massive' . the first one i attended was in summer 05 which was 35000 people, and over the years as you can see it went up to 65000 attendes, and this summer, i think they are expecting 100,000 people, not only in numbers but they have also extended their duration from a day, now it will be 2 days, people from all over come to this event, hawaii, northern cali, miami, nyc, im sure people from out of the country too .<br /><br />content, they have rides, fireworks and very very loud music, electric dance music is the root, and it goes down to sub genres which are trance, progressive trance, psy trance, dubstep, breaks, drum and bass etc . it takes a special frequency in your brain to accept the waves, beats and tones of edm . it just doesnt come with you when you're born, its an evolution of your mind to be on that level . i love Trance .<br /><br />beauty is in the eye of the beholder they say, so are massives, it could be hell, chaos, phones just wont work, losing your friends in the massive crowd of people and lights, music pumping into your skull like its about to explode, people on substance, you'll feel lost in all the chaos, it would feel like lucifer himself has landed on earth .<br /><br />on the other hand, it could be like enuma elis, where this would be tiamat's head, the paradise, the solace, the sanctuary that you've been looking for, where you become one with the music and all the sorrows of tomorrow will be swept away . it will be the lost city of lights, where the celebration of humanity come as one, people express themselves in a million ways, with costumes, bagpacks that can lightup a whole room, glowsticks, variations of dances . and on the losing your friends scenario, i feel it brings people together instead of losing them, it shows you in the middle of a field where the tower of babel has cometh, you lose all ways of communication cause you can hardly speak, its where you see connection, chemistry to bring you and your friends together and even at times like this they could be by your side ..<br /><br />many and thousands, millions came into this scene for different reasons, some love the music, some drugs, some cause of friends, some cause they think its cool, some just like to unleash the freak within . as for me, i do not deny i came into the scene based on technicality, i first heard about the melbourne shuffle back in 1999/2000 and back then it was so new and fresh and i wanted to do it cause the fact it took technicality and ability to dance like that, you just cant jump in and do it from the first second, and it eventually brought me to glowsticking/glowstringing . that takes technicality, dedication and time . i dont believe in talent . anything in this world takes time & heart . and technicality is what i appreciate . the effort and love will bring out technicality .<br /><br />and that is my reason, and such is a massive<br /></span></span>jitpunkiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01968938172263480405noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20799678.post-10147440966691695982009-05-20T03:15:00.000-07:002009-05-20T04:16:24.225-07:00Grudge<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5qbkspypTt9Wmy2PfH9v9x8kvrl49-hEQAbnK6aus2dAWsTIH9caSPLScP7EbjFhPIfj1_6sbWY7HC0tN8ffwvJOYWrb5z6YMCIFvjtevh1xujqrGvwYfVkxc-81KmbKH5MSa/s1600-h/5c.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5qbkspypTt9Wmy2PfH9v9x8kvrl49-hEQAbnK6aus2dAWsTIH9caSPLScP7EbjFhPIfj1_6sbWY7HC0tN8ffwvJOYWrb5z6YMCIFvjtevh1xujqrGvwYfVkxc-81KmbKH5MSa/s400/5c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337849092698712690" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">its 3:14am, i just woke up . i wish i had a Yoseph who can explain dreams to the point like how he did in Egypt . then i would have him explain why do i dream of Michelle sometimes but this particular one is awesome . this dream is not about her but this person whose in the picture, last highschool class of mine, i dont have any other picture of him . his in the middle row, first one from the right . in my dream, i saw him walking up this fleet of stairs near a market near my house back in Kuching . i had a choice in my dream kinda this time, to walk away or to kill him . i kinda walk 2 steps away and in the end i ran up the stairs pushed him down the ledge from 2 storeys high, he fell down and was bleeding, i ran down and start kicking him non stop, and punching his face till it bled so much you could hardly see his skin . i kicked his crotch so many times, i made sure he would never have a child . i wanted to take a knife and stab him but i didnt had one at that time . i still end up kicking him over and over as his on the ground, to relish all hatred towards him that has been kept all this years . finally after i grew tired and his no longer moving on the ground, i step on his face with my foot and spit on him<br /><br />and i woke up, thinking to myself, if i would ever see him again in this life, how would i approach the same issue, do i wait for the chance and push him over a 2 storey building? or maybe wait in the parking lot and run him over with a car? or maybe pay some people to drive by with bikes, not with guns but with knivez and stab him, cause i dont him dead, i just want him to be paralyze and suffer . i usually dont hold hatred that long . but this particular person, i really wish he burn in hell .<br /><br />i hope all these things come true and you suffer a horrible death . and NO im not joking or making this up . i do feel this hatred ...<br /></span></span>jitpunkiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01968938172263480405noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20799678.post-83185844364033188532009-05-11T23:12:00.001-07:002009-05-11T23:57:41.629-07:00tR|NtY<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5O0jLwsQy66kNT2gdtXikLktFbttWOK_AWPH6lglHgtNMgPOmtaH4F2oIneZf_BxYlYKo_uQc7tx5s-B4w4wHq388OBO1Lu2r9Ijspbfka7GOHgL6YiLc6k33H7YvB1PRSO3T/s1600-h/l_0009021000.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5O0jLwsQy66kNT2gdtXikLktFbttWOK_AWPH6lglHgtNMgPOmtaH4F2oIneZf_BxYlYKo_uQc7tx5s-B4w4wHq388OBO1Lu2r9Ijspbfka7GOHgL6YiLc6k33H7YvB1PRSO3T/s400/l_0009021000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334816573212784386" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBtT1o18-MhP7wqq35ldJYjrqbQ_Y62V9cD2Lrr0xAoS9-j6C7MWyQLmT3mveoEhunB2pLxsGHQDeNIjikWG_HenGn3oTb2CfKzS5NISOv3GZSdtsDrSb3jIihQ6OWIbh7N-b_/s1600-h/mimi.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBtT1o18-MhP7wqq35ldJYjrqbQ_Y62V9cD2Lrr0xAoS9-j6C7MWyQLmT3mveoEhunB2pLxsGHQDeNIjikWG_HenGn3oTb2CfKzS5NISOv3GZSdtsDrSb3jIihQ6OWIbh7N-b_/s400/mimi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334816500305902610" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">this is how her screenname was spelled about 8 years ago, i was about 140lbs and naive, i havent seen her face or touched her skin for more than 6 years . we met in college, i would like to believe it was fate that we were sitting in the lobby, we didnt had classes on fridays, and we started talkin as strangers, we started hanging out, for a few weeks, it was just pure chemistry, she was with another guy, and i was with another girl . couple weeks later i told her about this girl i liked alot and i had no guts to tell her, and wasnt sure if she liked me back, i drove her back in the old crappy car i had singing to the same song, jay chou's kai bu liao kou, and finally we got to her friend's place, i told her i wanted to talk to her for a while, and finally got my balls together and told her i liked her, she was speechless, i remember the night was calm, stars were in the sky and she thought i was joking and we continue on with our conversation .<br /><br />couple weeks later, it was just the two of us hanging out by this 'lake' outside a library, we were sitting pretty close and she turned over and kiss me on the lips, ive kissed a girl before her in my life, but for some reason i could never remember all the kisses i had before that one .<br /><br />she was for sure the girl i was gonna marry, the girl from my dreams . we were the couple of the century, match made from heaven, bonnie & clyde, my partner in crime, she was more than my girl, she was my buddy, she was my bff if put it on that term, shes funny, tall, sarcastic, witty, smart, sexy, cute, lovable, wears glasses, we had matching outfits, bought our expensive stunner shades at the same place, all the ingredients you ever needed .<br /><br />i told myself, if she was the only girl i can have sex with for the rest of my life, i would be content, and i was barely 18 when i met her, when a dude should have banged at least near a 100 in their lives, no?<br /><br />we would be buddies when we hung out with the guys, so we didnt had to make the others feel discomfort and we would get cozy once we're alone . i hate to admit it, but it was the best 3years of my life . when im outside without her, people would always ask "wheres your mimi?"<br /><br />one day she left overseas to pursue her studies and promised me she would be back after 18months, that time never came . and i had to get out of where i was, i was crying day and night, even when im eating dinner with my grandma . and finally i made the decision to travel 9000 miles away so i didnt had to face her shadows .<br /><br />few months later, she told me shes moving in with someone, and we shouldnt keep in contact anymore, cause she didnt want to have issues with the new guy . being the loser, i even contacted the new guy and asked him to take care of her the best he can .<br /><br />i cant even remember the last time i talked to her, i remember she told me she was going home for a visit, and shes bringing the guy home too .<br /><br />i really hope shes as happy right now, when i was at that point in my life . i do not believe in love anymore for many years now, but deep down inside, i still wish i would get sweep off my feet and be back into that naive state i was, i still hope for it everyday, but the sad part is, i know it aint gonna happen, cause iv gained experience in life and got to know that part of my life happened cause i was young and i didnt know any better .<br /><br />i still dream of her sometimes, like maybe once or twice a year? her smiling face in my dream but once i wake up, i feel a lil empty . is that a sin? i cant control my dreams ..<br /><br />dreamed last night ...<br /><br />0168687183 used to talked to 0168921129 alot<br /></span></span>jitpunkiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01968938172263480405noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20799678.post-62272086481101727532009-04-17T10:02:00.000-07:002009-04-17T10:12:46.969-07:00My Moment<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigVBUYKPN_TUY0Grnk26mTcRLWYg0U3e1khGRf1jWrQnGjk2HWlMGIIfFSajtpFA93hIJ7Ug5mT1gHcwz7bu-pqWp_rCUBuJVFApZK-y5bW_RQ_ECPQ_r9_gGUe17iGlmVeoXV/s1600-h/IMG_1900.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigVBUYKPN_TUY0Grnk26mTcRLWYg0U3e1khGRf1jWrQnGjk2HWlMGIIfFSajtpFA93hIJ7Ug5mT1gHcwz7bu-pqWp_rCUBuJVFApZK-y5bW_RQ_ECPQ_r9_gGUe17iGlmVeoXV/s400/IMG_1900.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325707220469242162" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxEstzdwqPyk_jq_PeR-eOgYl4r1Rmh2722UeXLG-poIJCx11DuFCs6n1X_VDw7SfkJ4kpPCfarhtCQVM-zb7ugo-c52gxwoMevpxoMxIx-BJoIKPJIAeVZrDsFWGdG5pjbP4Z/s1600-h/DSCN1204.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxEstzdwqPyk_jq_PeR-eOgYl4r1Rmh2722UeXLG-poIJCx11DuFCs6n1X_VDw7SfkJ4kpPCfarhtCQVM-zb7ugo-c52gxwoMevpxoMxIx-BJoIKPJIAeVZrDsFWGdG5pjbP4Z/s400/DSCN1204.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325707830405611666" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrfjJrdPSv-Tb6omyMGCmfGA4O7dQcPK77Eml_f-P_SJ_t4nqi44ouCqOv37wQgAfdqNlQ9jcUfDqg9ucDiZEnCRudET8wdPctkS35Z7u8WnYrCTN-1P9AaSVN8aPV1ssiTYu_/s1600-h/IMG_1901.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrfjJrdPSv-Tb6omyMGCmfGA4O7dQcPK77Eml_f-P_SJ_t4nqi44ouCqOv37wQgAfdqNlQ9jcUfDqg9ucDiZEnCRudET8wdPctkS35Z7u8WnYrCTN-1P9AaSVN8aPV1ssiTYu_/s400/IMG_1901.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325707593797481250" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">a person asked me "what happens when you get bored of snowboarding? what next? what happens when you get old?" the answer to that is, im not worried about me getting tired of riding, im worried about not being able to do it NOW . in this moment, in this time . theres no true key to this life i guess, everyone live their lives differently . i guess i kinda have chosen mine . when im out there, its my solace, its my realm, its my moment . i dont need a big house, nor a nice car, nor a wife at this moment . i dont even know if i need one in the future . but i am one with the earth when im on that elemental gift .<br /><br />all i need now is to get laid on the side when im not strap in and my life would be complete </span>jitpunkiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01968938172263480405noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20799678.post-49232292107602173302009-03-28T17:22:00.000-07:002009-04-21T14:58:22.913-07:00A Snowboarder<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglpRoVd-rqCxMqYv6DM6S22Nj_ZUVLSkgEdc9D8bQy2MmQOhAd6jB-gYHIUY1E1TOCEynS_2hOLQa4TvBW0nNzpqyRRf4fr3stwJtnx4MR7sld09-m1rBYMpwbVk6MIXinf2Mk/s1600-h/DSCN1140.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglpRoVd-rqCxMqYv6DM6S22Nj_ZUVLSkgEdc9D8bQy2MmQOhAd6jB-gYHIUY1E1TOCEynS_2hOLQa4TvBW0nNzpqyRRf4fr3stwJtnx4MR7sld09-m1rBYMpwbVk6MIXinf2Mk/s400/DSCN1140.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318398986583957730" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0HzdLPU26rMfSFyDMFkeCjgmxTEMLstPjvvNQALxCIg0QKsorgF0hj6ywynJawk-FBhs3jjbEWbIKxQ-oTaov7Pa6tsgfhOzVz7HVFVTiqEwgFho3YW5XBOCSkJBKjCuaB98W/s1600-h/2670_60568264289_544814289_1732071_2965595_n.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0HzdLPU26rMfSFyDMFkeCjgmxTEMLstPjvvNQALxCIg0QKsorgF0hj6ywynJawk-FBhs3jjbEWbIKxQ-oTaov7Pa6tsgfhOzVz7HVFVTiqEwgFho3YW5XBOCSkJBKjCuaB98W/s400/2670_60568264289_544814289_1732071_2965595_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318409258255648898" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXlwSsIEtH4uUdXN_Gr6kq1dMCMbGDhtGrG6J9n-Mft1Hl0u0bJXWy-P-8ZEnrth5C_F2Zx54qURVrBGnERUDJ0n2iMUjGgfVA8T1glGOvmM_qh8LmvEuTx85TKlHjcbXNqmju/s1600-h/safetygrab.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXlwSsIEtH4uUdXN_Gr6kq1dMCMbGDhtGrG6J9n-Mft1Hl0u0bJXWy-P-8ZEnrth5C_F2Zx54qURVrBGnERUDJ0n2iMUjGgfVA8T1glGOvmM_qh8LmvEuTx85TKlHjcbXNqmju/s400/safetygrab.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318399087818643314" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">53 days deep, 91 days total . i used to claim to the best malaysian snowboarder in southern california, but now i claim myself to be the best malaysian snowboader in the world . so if anyone stumble upon this, i would love to meet another malaysian who rips on snow . korath wright a bahamian born snowboarder, his going to the winter olympics in 2010 in whistler riding for bahamas, the 2nd time a country with no snow is participating in the winter olympics besides the Jamaican bobsled team that participate 1988 . in life, they are going above & beyond<br /><br />"its always snowing somewhere" - burton<br /></span></span>jitpunkiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01968938172263480405noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20799678.post-5344851624437234362009-03-15T21:43:00.000-07:002009-03-15T21:54:42.800-07:00Hunger<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRO3t3VBGiCs4lb5JyUfQBHxdDUyfYB0vSv92v7uT4PMzSL5EEmF9jYQCcc36GDDdukckMDmXQRfa4ZscPGfyxPLOHqJFv2jF9Cspg4sKedkXQF1dFmP77TxC6-Rm1BFZYBpVn/s1600-h/DSCN1106_opt.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 357px; height: 284px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRO3t3VBGiCs4lb5JyUfQBHxdDUyfYB0vSv92v7uT4PMzSL5EEmF9jYQCcc36GDDdukckMDmXQRfa4ZscPGfyxPLOHqJFv2jF9Cspg4sKedkXQF1dFmP77TxC6-Rm1BFZYBpVn/s400/DSCN1106_opt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313641927667218466" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">been thinkin about this alot these days, about more than a decade ago, i couldnt understand why some people in this world couldnt enjoy basketball, or why arent they playing ball . over more than a decade later, i found myself with the same question . why some people cant love riding snow as much as i do? is there something wrong with me? why can i ride from 830am - 405pm with no lunch? i swear if they open 24hours a day, ill be there every hour besides taking some sleep . the hunger is key, self motivation, passion & character . is where you wanna be in this game or in this world . you picture yourself doing it, you set a time frame and you go for it, thats exactly what im doing with riding . i see myself flying 100 feet of the ground do some backside 540s nose grabs and such . so till the day i reach there i aint gonna give up, once i reached it, i guess i may even aim higher . higher aerial tricks, faster speed, smoother ground tricks . and it all comes back to self satisfaction .<br /><br />funny thing is i love this game so much, when i see people living up here in the mountains and not giving it all, i kinda feel sad, i know others have different priorities and enjoyment, but still . its on a plate in front of you, are you waitin for someone to come and feed you . the self achievement by your hands is so much self satisfying, why dont they understand that?<br /><br />well i think when i think about it, it all comes back to me, i guess its not them but it is me whose insane in the head with this game .<br /><br />46 days deep 84 total in my "career"<br /></span></span>jitpunkiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01968938172263480405noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20799678.post-75269920044905206642009-02-10T18:32:00.000-08:002009-02-10T18:46:22.638-08:00White Love Story<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" 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style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:85%;">tomorrow will be exactly 3 months since i step into this white love story of mine . "if this place would snow 12 months, i would live here forever". i managed to almost kill myself 2 times so far, yesterday i sprained my left knee . im limping while i walk right now . but overall this place is truly like no other, its heaven, i dont make alot of money, its just enough to get me through . i dont drive a super sports car, but in place of that i get to travel 60kmph on average on the snow, roaming around the mountain that is 3300 acres, 13 kilometers square . the job is chill, no boss to ask me to clean under the sink or go off at me when sales is down . im just out there smiling enjoying every moment of it . chilling with homies from andrew or harry potter as i called him from london, joel aka pops from michigan, zach the z man from pittsburgh, brandon, cpt couch from arkansas and ron on the rocks from long beach, ron has moved out from our place or to say the "Lupin Lads". i know this is temporary, all of this, but so far we have become family . and this few months will be remembered in my heart for the rest of my life ..<br /><br />living the simple life<br /></span></span>jitpunkiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01968938172263480405noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20799678.post-24448198070434223362009-01-14T06:04:00.000-08:002009-01-14T06:14:57.046-08:00The Asian Lifty<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCOQ15VCE60piA_7nWdBcrb3Qgh7JS8M7SNGQJREb_Yg_gf-gHTtJC78jocx4iXilezn6EW8pLbBS7rSG3AdfWiydvvuUQ9MShCONHuGflFVBs8SRLIIA8NWOkbYbBXnbMgdHE/s1600-h/DSCN0651.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCOQ15VCE60piA_7nWdBcrb3Qgh7JS8M7SNGQJREb_Yg_gf-gHTtJC78jocx4iXilezn6EW8pLbBS7rSG3AdfWiydvvuUQ9MShCONHuGflFVBs8SRLIIA8NWOkbYbBXnbMgdHE/s400/DSCN0651.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291150831702174642" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">in these eyes, its</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span>par⋅a⋅dise</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> <span class="pronset"> <script type="text/javascript"> var interfaceflash = new LEXICOFlashObject ( "http://cache.lexico.com/d/g/speaker.swf", "speaker", "60", "18", "<a href="\" target="\"><img src="\" border="\" /></a>", "6"); interfaceflash.addParam("loop", "false"); interfaceflash.addParam("quality", "high"); interfaceflash.addParam("menu", "false"); interfaceflash.addParam("salign", "t"); interfaceflash.addParam("FlashVars", "soundUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fcache.lexico.com%2Fdictionary%2Faudio%2Fluna%2FP00%2FP0090400.mp3"); interfaceflash.write(); </script><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://cache.lexico.com/d/g/speaker.swf" id="speaker" quality="high" loop="false" menu="false" salign="t" flashvars="soundUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fcache.lexico.com%2Fdictionary%2Faudio%2Fluna%2FP00%2FP0090400.mp3" align="texttop" height="18" width="60"></embed><span class="show_ipapr" style="display: none;"><span class="prondelim">/</span><span class="pron">ˈpær<img class="luna-Img" src="http://cache.lexico.com/dictionary/graphics/luna/thinsp.png" alt="" border="0" />əˌdaɪs</span><span class="pron">,</span> <span class="pron">-ˌdaɪz</span><span class="prondelim">/</span> <span class="pron_toggle" style="display: inline;"> <a class="pronlink" onclick="javascript:show_sp()" onmouseout="status='';return true;" onmouseover="status='Click to toggle pronunciation';return true;" alt="Toggle for Spelled Pronunciation" title="Click to show spelled pronunciation">Show Spelled Pronunciation</a> </span> <a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/help/luna/IPA_pron_key.html" target="_blank"><img class="luna-Img" src="http://cache.lexico.com/g/d/dictionary_questionbutton_default.gif" onmouseover="swapLunaImage('default', this);" onmouseout="swapLunaImage('selected', this);" border="0" /></a></span><span class="show_spellpr" style="display: inline;"><span class="prondelim">[</span><span class="pron"><span class="boldface">par</span>-<span class="ital-inline">uh</span>-dahys</span><span class="pron">,</span> <span class="pron">-dahyz</span><span class="prondelim">]</span></span></span>an intermediate place for the departed souls of the righteous awaiting resurrection . <span style="font-family: verdana;">but i do not want resurrection, i want this to be eternal . 26 days deep, all my gear have arrived, i still cant sleep well on my days off cause im too excited to go riding the next day, i may not be the best out there on the hill, but im def one of the rare ones to give it my all .<br /><br />a man on a lift "you're a lifty!"<br /><br />asian lifty takes off his headphones "how do you know? i change outfits everyday!"<br /><br />a man on the lift "my 11yr old daughter pointed you out when you were working and said you were the coolest lifty out there"<br /><br />asian lifty "wow thank you! its hard not to be happy when you're in your dream"<br /><br />a man on the lift "yea kids can sense those vibes"<br /><br />asian lifty smiles and chair arrives at the top<br /><br /></span></span>jitpunkiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01968938172263480405noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20799678.post-18081841090754029142008-12-29T23:34:00.000-08:002008-12-29T23:44:23.154-08:00Infatuation<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfLwBLVmMGdRxDeQmjUaXgp4NxS7ym2MVX9mYUfurfApF2FF0vKnbt0Tphj8JW9pANihyQ9JXwvPPDBUquNUFtMj_6pJChr2SRBc6WrS124BfwW5FkZr50VqLymA7ED8dCbuNs/s1600-h/FSCN0833.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfLwBLVmMGdRxDeQmjUaXgp4NxS7ym2MVX9mYUfurfApF2FF0vKnbt0Tphj8JW9pANihyQ9JXwvPPDBUquNUFtMj_6pJChr2SRBc6WrS124BfwW5FkZr50VqLymA7ED8dCbuNs/s400/FSCN0833.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285483641826097554" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">100 day goal . 20 days 4 hours deep . argentinian chica with a boyfriend . neff . skullcandy . technine . infatuation . armin only . </span></span>jitpunkiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01968938172263480405noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20799678.post-90187461522615233952008-11-29T17:12:00.000-08:002008-11-29T17:16:11.851-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhDBN-tOrhHwMQh_Vtr0RZXc9Xpka19Cjc2JC7XwgDak5xmgRq5tzcMIPeZCq7bOZVDpR0HMbO7b_MnySzKfz1bTaWOCxUn6BPlmKVLrmlkQIrh1bq1Y18a7_Bx8YDeKvWQ1Zb/s1600-h/mmx.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" 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verdana;font-size:85%;" >11/23/08<br /><br />my birthday . 4 days 5 hours . got some riding done in some shitty condition . but what pissed me off is someone accused me doing stuff that i didnt do like 6 months ago . purely just hated my guts . but overall it was a good birthday . turned 25, i cant bliv how fast time pass me by . then again i am living in my dream at the moment . should savour every moment of it<br /><br />11/24/08<br /><br />4 days 5 hours 30 mins<br /><br />11/25/08<br /><br />4 days 6 hours<br /><br />11/26/08<br /><br />4 days 7 hours<br /><br />11/27/08<br /><br />6 days 1 hour<br /><br />11/28/08<br /><br />its 6am and i cant sleep . i dunno why . was watching couple old edc and love fest footage and the words of shelly were playing in my head 'you cant leave gsc, you cant live without it' and i cant deny i do miss it a lil . and watching the old footage, random people coming together as one . and how ironic is that, the next event is Together As One . i do miss moments of nyc too . iv single handedly crush all the nyc memories in one blow . but i shouldnt be worrying about meeting someone special . sometimes i wonder maybe i dont love yet i want to be loved . but anyways i should focus on the mission i was set here to do . 100 days of riding and the progression of my snowboarding skillz . so far so good .<br /></span><span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" ><br /></span><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" >11/29/08<br /><br />8 days 1 hour in</span><br /></span>jitpunkiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01968938172263480405noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20799678.post-34291248441637519502008-11-18T18:51:00.001-08:002008-11-18T18:52:15.653-08:00Day 8<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">11/11/08</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">mammoth day 1, 1:30am depature, drove 314 miles, 5hours later i arrived . saw my first sunrise, it was the most prettiest thing iv ever seen . snow was good conditions, powder . but then again, everything comes with a price, i thought i was gonna come here, straight up ride my days away, how naive i was . the pass alone cost aroune $1600, and to think anyone would give me $1600 that easily is plain dumb . my had to be snap, the sides and back, but my own hands, its not even the same length at the moment, i had a $50 haircut a few days before, it went down the drain . the rules were amazing . there were so many rules, it felt like i was literally joining the army, the housing has nothing, didnt even provide a clothe to wipe the tables, its not a hotel, its a housing . very naive of me . riding, i thought i would be able to get my first chair today, how funny, i got on the chair alright, with the mammoth uniform on, but without my board strap on my feet, it was the first time ever to get on the chair without a board, it felt so weird . and as far as riding goes, it has to be earned .. $1600 season pass has to be earned, not given . but i wont give up, when i think back how bad i wanted this . these things arent gonna stop me . im gonna be stronger and move forward ..</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">11/12/08</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">day 2, first run of the season, it was only 30mins, took about 4 runs, lift ops training over, tommorow will be first day of work . sleeping patterns are changing, hair looks damn ugly, but my gear and my riding will make up for it ..</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">30mins total</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">11/13/08</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">day 3, first day at work, in the morning, time passes fast, after lunch, it takes forever to get to 4:05pm . zero runs in today , but def tommorow will get an hour in ..</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">11/14/08</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">day 4, got to meet new housemates, got drunk at 8pm . snow conditions were superb if you look at the date . total of 30mins in </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">60 mins total</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">11/15/08</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">30 mins in after work</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">90 mins total</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">11/16/08</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">new housemates lifties, british guy andrew, arkansas brandon, long beach ron, michigan joel and zach was the first one here from pittsburgh . got to ride with the british rider today, totally sick . just have to keep ridin with him, my game will get so sick</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">90 mins in</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">3 hours total</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">11/18/08</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">4 hours 30 mins total</span></span>jitpunkiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01968938172263480405noreply@blogger.com1