seacielo

Let me tell you why I quit my rock ‘n’ roll lifestyle. The habits. The idea of momentary pleasure that only lasts for few hours. That’s it! When I go home I always ask myself – then what? so that’s happiness? for what? just a night? It’s pathetic to even ask them, but all the while after the afterparties. It’s always those questions. Of course, I love the music. I love the crowd. I love it when my friends play on stage, and even love it when they get to have encores.

Every now and then I go back. I do enjoy it somehow, but it’s not me anymore. I’m just in it for an eye in the corner, watching people get to where I’ve already been. Yup, I’ve seen a girl last night who was me 10 years ago. Ha! I feel old for that matter. Naah! It’s not really my real crowd. Everybody wants to be cool and rocki’n *roll eyes* This is why I love metal gigs better than pop rock or whatever those bands tag themselves. Everybody just want to be evil and screamin’

It’s funny how the beach has changed me a lot and took me away from this so-called dark life:

The booze – I’ve learn to refrain from drinking so much. I’m so afraid that I cannot make it to the session the next day. I might miss a good swell because of a hangover.

The smoking – I’ve stopped smoking. I’ve been so worried that I might cut my air shorter and shorter. If I smoke more, I can run less with a very frustrating speed.

Midnight eats – I can’t put more weight. It’s hard to run heavy. I got my many shares of mockery when I show up on the beach with a belly. And they are males throwing words at you, “Hey guys look at Cielo, she got so fat?!” I only gain a little and it’s a big deal to them. It’s a big NO to show up with extra weight and lighter skin, or at least that’s how it works in Opol. I’ve been a resident skimmer there for awhile.

The sleep – I need a good sleep to keep up with the guys. Come on! I don’t really like them shouting at me, “What the **** are you standing there for?! Don’t be a girl! Go rip!”  I don’t like everybody’s looking at me. Giving me that look… the wtf?! look. Remember that scene in Blue Crush where the guys make way for Anne-Marie. Oh yeah I have crazy plenty of them. I can’t even cry when I cut myself, not even when I’ve fractured my bone. I have to suck all the pain in and be a man!

I know many skimboarders get wasted or so. I do too sometimes with them. But, I have learned discipline because of I want to stay in the circle. But then again, I cut loose once in awhile. It won’t hurt.  I guess. Of course, I have to pay for whatever I do. Like if I smoke one cigarette, I have to run 5K for that. Something like that or so. I’m not a health freak, but I’m serious about my game.

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