Escape

Ramblings I wrote in my journal on another surf weekend at Crystal Beach Resort, Zambales. Pardon the lack of cohesiveness.

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30 July 2013

I've always been an escapist. It's how I deal.

I escape into a workout. I escape into a good long run. I escape into books. I escape into writing. I escape into drawing (a feat which requires my utmost focus because, admittedly, I cannot draw for the life of me).

I escape. I like running away.

Which is why I'm drawn to surfing. Every act of it for me is a journey: from the long trips to the beach, to paddling hard out into the ocean, riding that wave, and to meeting new people that you never knew would turn out to be kindred free spirits as well.

It's all together a physical journey and an inner journey; social and solitary at the same time. And it suits me well. It's my kind of escape.

It's true. You are never the same after your first wave.

For Whatever We Lose

An entry I jotted down in my journal a few months back while on a surf weekend in Crystal Beach, Zambales. The event described, however, took place in La Union back in May of this year.

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Surf's Up!

Hello everyone! (I like to think I have an audience, yes.) Welcome to my latest venture, Tiny Wahine!

Tiny because, well, I'm petite; wahine because I have recently gotten addicted to riding the ocean's waves and; this blog because I want to share the stoke.

This blog attempts to express my love for this new-found...um...erm...love. Yes, surfing is a love but it was actually an ex love that brought me to discover surfing. I was introduced to surfing by an ex boyfriend. The day I learned to surf was the day he broke shattered my heart. It was devastating but come to think of it, the day I lost a love was the day I discovered a new stronger love, but more on that as this blog progresses. After all, this initial post was just meant to welcome you all.

So on that note, mahalo!