Kerteh Sk8 Tour
I was waiting for the traffic light to turn green in between Subang Parade and Masjid Darul Ehsan, after numerous time passing through that junction, I started to remember, I was here. I was there back in 2001 with my friends, riding down on our sk8board from the mosque to the neighbourhood. Back down on the memory lane, they dance into your mind at the oddest moment and tease you into nostalgia.
Five of us took a bus in the morning from Kerteh arriving right into the heart city of Kuala Lumpur in the early evening. A year before some of us already done the sk8 tour and it’s our turn in 2001. Izhar and I just finished our high school, still figuring what to do with our life. We legally can buy a pack of cigarette even though both of us didn’t smoke, we already registered to take the driving lesson even though we already know how to drive one, we were young both at heart and fighting fit. The rest of our group were one year younger than us, one more year for them to feel this liberating life we passing through at that time.
We slept at the living room of Ae’l house and used the upstairs bathroom to clean ourselves. That was the place we put our bags, a place we watched wrestling at night, a place we assembled our brand new deck we bought at Sungei Wang Plaza. We ate most of the time at the nearby mamak stall, having ourselves a real mamak food as there is no mamak restaurant in Kerteh. I remember, I snapped a photo of my friends at the stall before the mamak asked if I could take another picture of him with my friend. So I snapped my camera another frame. It was a time where photograph means a lot to us, where putting on the film as a kid make you feel like a MacGyver, we shoot because it was a special moment to remember, we were more present making memories when we snap less. Then the mamak asked if I could send a copy of the picture to him, which of course, how in the world I want to pass it to him.
Our daily activities were no other than sk8 all day long. We sk8 in Subang Jaya, in between the shop houses area, jumping from small steps, grinding the constructed cement ledge. Subang Jaya kids turned that place into their sk8park but we never meet them, somehow they were not active at that time. We were the king of the area, making noise from our unsuccessful tricks, scaring passer by from using the pathway.
One of the days we went to Klang with the Komuter, I’m excited, we don’t have that in Kerteh. Arrived in Klang we team up with the Syed brothers, our sk8 mates from Kerteh. We sk8 at Dataran Klang with the locals, Eddie Kapar and Masri, grinding the concrete ledge, cruise around the big area like a crazy. Eddie Kapar and Masri were formidable, there goes saying If you sk8 with superb sk8boarder, it push you to be better. I couldn’t agree more, I attempted tricks that I never tried before. But our fun was cut short when I saw my mates started to run all at once, from far I saw a bunch of guys on blue uniform were running towards us, it was the Majlis Perbandaran Klang. Everybody on their own, I took off onto the street with my board, hiding between the people of Klang. After run the whole block we slowly meet up again one by one shivering on our spine, none of us get caught.
“Amacam? Best tak main kejar-kejar?” said Masri with big grin.
Our last sk8park was Kajang. We rode the train to Kajang with all our bags full with patches on the outside as we are going back to Kerteh that night. Walking around with our sk8board attached to our bags made me feel we were professional sk8board team. Our testosterone skyrocketed when there is a girl in the Komuter and it went off the orbit when she was with her boyfriend, we were trying to steal her away. We met the Kajang crews and they were wicked. They cut the big fence rail at the park and put it in the middle of their sk8park for them to play. During my first year in the university months after that, I have another sk8 buddy from Kajang, he recalled his friend told him a fellow sk8ers from Kerteh visited their sk8park.
“Aku takde mase tu,” he said. “Kawan aku kata korang rambut dreadlock masa tu.”
Ah yes, the dreadlocks, it was a hit among us. I don’t have long hair back then so I’m out. Every morning before we went out, my friends stood in front of mirror, helped each other fixing their hair with hair gel and twisting each other hair. Sk8boarding is not just a sport, it’s a culture, it came along with the attitude and the fashion. The flexfit cap, the comfy sk8 shoes, it was embedded deep inside me to opted baggy pants as my preference for quite long time.
That was couple years ago when I figured out I was there, now days when I pass by that junction to get to Komuter station or to Subang Parade, I couldn’t help feel a pang of nostalgic reminiscence.
I vaguely remember the time that passed but I fondly remember the memory I had.