You Me Dancing

Compilation video of a short year end trip I had with my team for a riverside vacation at Caldera Reseort on December 18 and 19, 2011. We trained the whole time and had tons of fun doing what we love doing most :)

Lotus

Video compilation from the backpacking trip I had last November, with a some Parkour training stuff in it :)

It's a Beautiful Night to Be Alive

Medan 2011

 Time flies when April felt like yesterday, it seems like it was only the other day when I arrive in Medan to volunteer with the IHF, it is now October and it's time for me to move on.

It has been a good 6 months of teaching, helping and learning. It has also been a dream come true, to be able to help the children here.

Some of the lessons learned?
Life is what we make it out to be. Think positively and the world will be a happy place. On the other hand, let fear seize you and the wold will be a scary place. Don't let prejudice eat your conscience, never look down on others. Surround yourself with happy people and avoid advice from hateful persons.

And one more thing,


Procrastination, it suck your skin dry.

An Afternoon Without E

Just bought a point and shoot camera, the Panasonic Lumix DMC-FT3. Time to experiment with it and also, this blog will not be as dead as it used to.
Hooray!

Logo Design : Parkour Lombok

A small getaway from the piling work when my head went dead

A 22nd Gratitude

Air, water, fire and earth

The elements

 For the food eaten

For the clothes worn

And for this shelter called home

For a father, a mother, brothers and sisters

For a family extends

For these angels beside and friends around

And all over the world

For the lives touched

For those lives which inpires

For these gifts

For these opportunities

Though many were wasted, yet still

More is given

For every failure which breeds success

For every success which brings blessings

And for each and everyone of them

For this joy of movement

For this gift of freedom

For this passion found 

And those adventures bound

For these thoughts and ideas

For knowledge like precious gems

And for the wisdom of how to use them

For every smile and laughter

Tears and grief

For every sweat, blood and pain

For every photograph and scars

For the sunshine bathed grass

For the rained soaked fields

To have flown under the sun

To have climbed above the clouds

For the places seen

And for the scenes alight

For every memories' worth

For every beauty remembered

And with eyes closed,

 For every dream

 Then awake with open arms

 This is my gratitude

For this life

For Your Love

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Inspired By

West Java Islands trip

On April 3 to 5, 2011 Team Parre (parkour and freerunning team) invited me to tag along in their excursion. Destination Serang on the West end of Java, this was going to be another low budget backpacking trip.

 Video : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RETQVfV9wP8
More pictures : https://www.facebook.com/media/set/fbx/?set=a.149518625115824.32498.100001730630761

We left Jakarta by Bus at 22.00 and arrive a few minutes past midnight in our base camp, the shanty port town of Karang Antu (literally translated Ghost Reef) near Serang. The town has gone past its glory days, the river upon which the town live by has gone shallow disabling big fishing boat to leave port for the sea, some boat has gone rotten, leaving only its skeletal formation like ribs of dinosaur's corps, not that there is much to find in the sea, years of gluttonous  fishing have left the corral reef's ecosystem on half-life. Fisherman of Karang Hantu now depends on prayer and the little fish left in the sea and on some lucky days, giving tours to travelers who seeks adventure on its surrounding islands.

We rented a run down wooden fishing boat "dwie putra" written in front of the captains, the captain claims that she can carry up to 50 people on the rough sea. This same boat is going to be our home for the remaining of this trip.

After a night spent in battle against the harbor gang of mosquitoes, we set out to sea early the next day under the gloomy sky, destination Pulau Kubur (Bury island) but caused by the ecosystem imbalance, the inhabited island is now invested with black and white sea urchin all along and around its shallow shore it was a nightmare to swim above these guys with their needle pointing at you ready to inject their fever causing poisons.

Leaving the island our spirits was lifted with the passing of the gray clouds, the sun is up. Destination Pulau Panjang (Long Island) we avoid the fishing village and went to the rear side of the island where the water is clear and coral is left untouched. A fair amount of time was spent snorkeling along its coral cliff the water blue with beautiful sun streaks shinning down in the dept where my lungs couldn't carry me, jumping off of the boats roof in reckless abandon, sun bathing without sun lotion and finally fishing for lunch.

Short break, fill our stomach with rice, noodles and fish. then take a short fulfilling nap on the smooth rocking boat.

With renewed energy we set our bearings to the last island of this trip Pulau Lima(Five Island). (stopped by some island whats its name i forgot) Took down our equipment and start exploring the island, we were going inland exploring along its river but stop doing so when we reach a grave site, the grave looks new and one the tombstone sits a wierd mask sending shivers down our butt hole. sticking to its shore is a good idea. The rest of the afternoon was then spent on its white soft sands polishing somersaults, twist and tricks.

By nightfall we're back in the shanty port town, our plan of spending the night in Pulau Lima was canceled due to the appearance of heavy storm clouds on the Western horizon. Small session of barbeque keeps the atmosphere light only to be disturbed by a hobo schizophrenic, what followed was blissful laughter useless attempts in interpreting the world and words of the madmen which ended in fearful glances when we realize that the He was planning to sleep with us in our rented boat.

The next day with our skin burnt glowing red we pack our bags. Visited an abandon 18th century castle about a mile away from the shanty port town, did some parkour and went on our journey back home.

Knocked out dead tired in the bus no one is able to stay awake until we arrive back in Jakarta.

Thanks to Parre team, Putra, Alan, Qori, Ojon and with special gratitude to the guy who planned the whole trip Mamat. This has been an awesome trip.

Busy Hands

Hmmnn now thats done, time to get a real job :)

Soak It All In

Lately I have become more and more comfortable with silence. What use to be an awkward feeling, is now replaced with moments of contemplative surrender. To the small sounds and little movements of whatever is around, coming in with her pleasing rhythm. Am I getting old too fast, or am I just lonely? Or maybe its just this place and the fact that soon it will no longer be here, in front of me.