Obama shreds his prepared schedule a few minutes after landing in Copenhagen.

Source:
http://www.politico.com/news/stories/1209/30774.html

Traumatically haunted by it. Even till now when I think about it, my hair stands. Never once in my life was I this traumatized by a dream so vivid. Especially when I remember how grandma wailing in grief. Really breaks my heart.

Is it a sign?

I was told to pray. I will. But what’s coming will come.

My 3Ds - ”Don’t know, Don’t care and Don’t want to find out”.

I miss grandma. I hope she’s doing well in heaven. Even as I pray, you’re in my heart and mind.

I’m feeling emo.

Tired of work.

Tired of all the nags.

Tired of being disappointed.

Tired of uncertainties.

Tired of being anguished.

Tired of ignorance.

So tired and so tiresome.

I’m the needy one now.

Today is just not a good day.
I’m cold.

I feel down today.

But I don’t wanna talk about it.

That’s the problem.

I just don’t like to talk about it.

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Haha as i was reading my previous blogs again, it sort of made me happy. Especially the blog i wrote about J & M and ending off my sentence with “Do i have to wait for 7 fucking years?!? Fuck my life!” I’m amazed by myself, and the blog i wrote about I’m infalliable. Am I really now?

So funnyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy. Yay. I managed to cheer myself up. Maybe I’m really infalliable.

The time has come; ski season in the Midwest is upon us!  Tyrol Basin in Mt Horeb, Wis., has opened!  The hill opened a box and rail-filled hike only trail with a six to twelve inch base.  For the time being, the run is only open this weekend from 12 p.m. to 5 p.m.  However, as temps continue to drop more runs will have snow.

Freeskier magazine has posted the finalist videos for the annual Salomon Backyard Jib contest.  The setups and skills these skiers whip out further proves that massive elevations aren’t necessary for honing the park skillZ.  In some cases snow isn’t even needed… which just so happens to suit the Midwest perfectly at this time!  Check out the four finalists on Freeskier.com

Last January a few of Salomon’s team riders, Simon Dumont included, made it to Spirit Mountain in Northern Minnesota and threw down in the park with some locals.  Spirit was one of the 20 worldwide stops made by Jib Academy.

The “Classic Kiss Performance” post remineded me of the now almost famous “Shredding” videos on youtube. If you’ve never seen them, they are a riot. There are a bunch of them out there, but here’s a few of my favorites. Enjoy!

I don’t know. Sigh.

I’m getting old and forgetful. I forget things.

I think I’m needing pills.

Recently my friend’s dad is diagnosed with cancer again. What are the chances after a 3 year gap of liver transplant. I feel sickened and sad, because you never know what’s going to happen to you next. Now, he’s living and she’s loving like there’s no tomorrow. There is just no room for regrets.

Today, after 2012, PIC and I hung out.

“What would you do if the world comes to an end?” I want to be with all my love ones and just huddle together and watch as disaster approach. It’ll be good, to die together. We’ll hold hands and sing “Joy to the world, the lord has come. Let earth receive her king!”

And PIC…was thinking abt her ex when the movie casted the end of world scene. -_-”  Who knows, maybe S is really the 1. PIC and I share a common emotion. We grew out of weariness and learnt to accept others with open mind. Well, you just never know what may happen next.

Anyways, as the end of year is closing, I am proud to have said, i’m 1 mth down to a 1 year break from relationships. It is continuing on indefinitely until someone can connect with me spiritually (omg..i feel so passe typing that out). I am never going to rush myself into anyone anymore. I am tired of living in regrets, though the tireness is wearing off because I have concluded you just have to account for your own actions. I don’t owe anyone anything anymore.

2009, things i’ve accomplished, I gladly say I’ve learnt alot and done alot (scuba diving, blading, espagnol and setting up my own business).

AND

YAY, I bought my blackberry with my own money.

PIC and mama going Bali over the weekends.   Damn. I wanna go. Sure would be helluva fun.

Sorry dudes, haven’t been hanging out much because of X’s bday, will make up. Will make up!

Byebye and see you soon, my late night kakis.

Misses.

Liftopia, the website that offers discount lift tickets for slow-days (see earlier post), has released their first round of discount tickets for the 2009-2010 season.  Lucky for us, four Midwest hills were included with the endless western deals.

Minnesota: Wild Mountain, Dec. 3 tickets are $18 at 55% off.

Wisconsin: Devils Head, Dec. 7 tickets are $36 at 10% off.

Michigan: Caberfae Peaks, Dec. 5 are $12.99 at 62% and Crystal Mountain, Dec 12 are $22.99 at a 49% discount.

Take advantage of the Midwest deals and keep checking back to Liftopia, as more deals are added.

A lovestruck Romeo, sings the streets of serenade
Laying everybody low with a love song that he made
Find a streetlight, steps out of the shade
Says something like, “You and me, babe, how about it?”

Juliet says, “Hey, it’s Romeo, you nearly gave me a heart attack”
He’s underneath the window, she’s singing
Hey, la, my boyfriend’s back”
You shouldn’t come around here, singing up at people like that
Anyway what you gonna do about it?

Juliet, the dice was loaded from the start
And I bet and you exploded in my heart
And I forget, I forget the movie song
When you gonna realize, it was just that the time was wrong, Juliet?

Come up on different streets, they both were streets of shame
Both dirty, both mean, yes and the dream was just the same
And I dream your dream for you and now your dream is real
How can you look at me, as if I was just another one of your deals?

Well, you can fall for chains of silver, you can fall for chains of gold
You can fall for pretty strangers and the promises they hold
You promised me everything, you promised me thick and thin
Now you just say, “Oh, Romeo, yeah, you know
I used to have a scene with him”

Juliet, when we made love, you used to cry
You said, “I love you like the stars above, “I love you till I die”
There’s a place for us, you know the movie song
When you gonna realize, it was just that the time was wrong, Juliet?

I can’t do the talk like the talk on the TV
And I can’t do a love song like the way it’s meant to be
I can’t do everything but I’d do anything for you
Can’t do anything except be in love with you

And all I do is miss you and the way we used to be
All I do is keep the beat, the bad company
And all I do is kiss you, through the bars of a rhyme
Juliet, I’d do the stars with you any time

Juliet, when we made love, you used to cry
You said, “I love you like the stars above, I’ll love you till I die”
There’s a place for us, you know the movie song
When you gonna realize, it was just that the time was wrong, Juliet?

A lovestruck Romeo, he sings the streets of serenade
Laying everybody low with a love song that he made
Find a convenient streetlight, steps out of the shade
He says something like, “You and me, babe, how about it?”

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This song disgust me.

But I like because it’s so twisted.

Human nature, to be so uncannily selfish yet generous at the same time.

Keeps you constantly captivated because it’s so mysteriously fascinating, so you keep going back for more.

But learn to judge and trust your brain.

So, snip my string, go fly your own kite.

I thought it’s numbed. I thought it’s painless. But it’s all back.

Stupid tooth extraction.

You brought me pain.

Sulks. Another 1 more day to my birthday. I’m sad. Cos I’m 1 step nearer to 30s.

Sometimes you just have to.

Everything is just so zen. It’s so zen that it’s scaring me.

Lately, the temps have rarely risen above 60 degrees.  Not only does the crisp air signal the approaching ski season, but this cooler weather also accommodates preseason shredding perfectly.  For the past couple years some of my friends have taken full advantage of the shift in weather by transporting leftover ice shavings from ice rinks to their backyards and skate parks.  At least twice a week they shovel the “snow” into various setups that incorporate anything from homemade rails and boxes to picnic tables and makeshift wall rides.  The only negative would be the massive amount of mud that is sure to cover you by the end of the session.

If this weather stays in check, it’s only a matter of time until the midwestern hills hop onto the preseason wagon.  I’m keeping an eye on Tyrol Basin in Mount Horeb Wisc., they usually have their act together by late October.

Today I wore shorts.

Far from being a grand gesture to welcome summer with open arms and double helpings of cellulite, I was thinking more along the lines of saving a pair of trousers getting drenched and slathered in mud. But hey, at least it was warm enough to wear shorts. In fact, doing jumping jacks while sprinting up the road, it was almost TOO warm.

So I set out to terrify woodland creatures and inflict psychological damage on my dog. Jed was so traumatised by the spectacle that he occasionally mistook my leg for a stick. Evidently a particularly large, squashy stick that emitted nuclear quantities of fluorescent energy.

For the last two days, dog-walking duty has fallen on me, since Husband sprained his ankle. Nothing exciting like commando-rolling through a plate glass window, or trying to execute a complex move in a sexually charged tango with a fat French double agent. No, I’m afraid it was all rather mundane. He was out walking. I like to think he’s talking it down. E.g. maybe he was attacked by a crazed squirrel, or fell down a pit lined with wooden stakes?

One way or another, that’s his Olympic dream in tatters.

He couldn’t have timed it better. Not only has the weather been savage, but the height of his recuperation coincided with rubbish relocation. Even I didn’t have the heart to send an injured man off down the drive with the rubbish, when every second step elicited a raw scream of pain compressed into an anguished grunt.

Husband is still lurching around the house and his trousers keep falling down around his knees. I’m not sure how this is related to spraining his ankle, but it must be. Unless you believe in coincidence. Which I don’t.

It was hard, but we squeezed a few words out of Riley Hawk for this week’s Free Lunch.

He even gave us a couple skate clips, too.

Source:
http://www.shredordie.com/videos/b686a1d702/free-lunch-with-riley-hawk

80 degrees and blue skies are pretty undesirable conditions for a day on the ski hill; however, for an afternoon at the bottom of the hill on a man-made lake, this weather is ideal.  Nordic Mountain in Mount Morris, Wisconsin is home to one of the coolest things I’ve done in awhile.  The Nordic Wake Park is a cable watersports park (if you’ve never made it to a cable park before, think rope-tow overhead with a handled rope that drops down).  A worker perched on the side of the lake controls the rope via joystick, kind of like a real-live video game.  You are pulled from the dock and up and down the lake until you get tired of making passes.  It’s a completely different sensation than being pulled behind a boat.  The current set-up has two features: a 40’ long, 2’ wide,  ride on box and a 4’ high kicker.

At the end of the season, which is two weeks away, the lake is aerated and used for snow on the neighboring hill.  Leave it to the classy Midwest hills, to drain a wakeboard lake and use it for “snow.”  Nordic Mountain is the first ski resort in both the Midwest and U.S. to install this sort of cable park.

Check http://www.nordicmountain.com/wakepark.html for more info.

Some things just stick in your brain. Never to be forgotten.

While I was driving at 105 km/hr on the expressway, I saw a tiny black thing  dashed across the expressway. A black cat.

While I was blading at ECP at 15 km/hr, I saw a creepy crawler crossing the track. It was a centipede. I nearly fell so as to avoid mutilating it.

Do they know it’s dangerous?

That’s just life. 1 wrong move, you’re gone.

I’m feeling emo today.

 All I could think of was “You make me sick.”

 And that makes me thick-skinned to be hanging on.

 What the hell am I doing.

Though the mild September weather may suggest otherwise, ski season in the Midwest is just around the corner.  And while the massive amounts of preseason snow that are ever present in the mountains is hardly expected on hills here, plenty of regional resorts work hard to get their parks and (machine-made) snow set up early.  Mount Horeb Wisconsin’s Tyrol Basin tends to be the first snow filled hill; usually opening the last weekend in October.  This resort fills the bottom portion of a hill with iced up snow and various park features.

Keep checking as the local hills announce their opening dates, you will be made aware.