Coming Out of The Water
I spent the past year swimming through monumental highs and lows, monstrous fears and self-doubt, and extraordinary love (magic!) to get to where I was today. Somewhere in the middle of it all, when the struggle was at its peak…I ran out of air and lost my voice. I collapsed inward, and stopped doing one of the things that I loved the most—sharing stories.
By some miracle (and lots of answered prayers, rain dances, stars aligning), I could breathe again. The words that I needed to say were patiently waiting for me; I just had to travel back to them. Funny how, even if I was halfway around the world now, regaining my voice was able to give me a sense of homecoming.
For the past month, I’ve been getting settled in the U.S., adjusting to the new environment, people, and culture. Have you ever gone through this huge a change as well? I moved here to take up postgraduate studies in the University of California, Los Angeles for a year. I’ve still been trying my best to get used to things here…Although it hasn’t been easy, undeniably, it’s been a dream realized.
The break thankfully made this clearer: Brave The Waves would continue to be about my loved ones who helped make all of this happen, the places and experiences that urged me to have more courage to swim against the tides, and the challenges that kept me grounded…
And the thrilling, life-changing milestones that have been waiting in the wings, taking shape, poised to take flight.
I have so much more to share with you. Thank you for standing by me as I strove to come out of the water, just so I could return to it once again—healed and whole.
Brave the waves,
Stopping Time at Baler
One of the many reasons why I loved growing up in the province was the drawn out, lazy sunrise that would rouse you each morning. Your body would just naturally wake up at the crack of dawn, responding to a silent alarm. As though it just knew how a disservice it would be to miss seeing the sky change colors.
In Baler, the days lasted longer, so any surf trip there was reminiscent of my childhood back in my hometown Cebu. My friends and I milked everything we could during the last weekend we had there. Nobody looked at their watches because…you didn’t have to, really.
Happy Hour had no limit, started at lunch, and stretched well into the evening. The cheaper the drinks were, the better. Tira!
And despite the countless rounds of crazy drinking games we’d have the night before…we’d always, always wake up early for this.
Gotta love Brei and Chinky, the mermaids who made our past two surf trips happen. Thank you, guapas! Chula!
Brave the waves,
Hearts Skip A Beat for The xx in Manila
You could always rely on The xx’ songs to set the mood in a gathering, jolt some feels into your road trip, or make time pass by faster as you’re crunching hours at work. When they hit Manila back in July, I was lucky to catch them live, and co-write another music review with Carlo. (The first one being on Stars.)
A short excerpt:
For all the words that couldn’t be said, The xx came through for the crowd who waited with bated breath for their performance last July 30 at the NBC Tent. Songs about yearning, loss, and the space between one’s hands rose and fell with the audience’s electric pulse that night. Oscillating from precisely fast-paced to solemn notes, the band gave a moving show, and no one was spared.Everybody—you witnessed that even those who did their best to steel themselves—surrendered; their raised palms were a testament to this.
Two of my favorite people, May and Berts.
There’s an influx of international acts that I love who are coming in our country, and I really hope that we’ll be able to snag another one before the year ends. (Phoenix, please!)
Brave the waves,