It’s 5:00 AM at Wave House. The world is still half-asleep, roosters are only warming up their vocal cords, and somewhere in Canggu, a kettle is silently judging you for not making a Bali kopi yet. But we? We’re already up, boards waxed, eyes bleary...
I’ve seen your type before. You, with your thousand-yard Slack stare, your third triple-shot Americano, and that nervous twitch every time someone says “let’s circle back.” You who can merge a PDF in under two seconds but haven’t merged your soul with joy since pre-pandemic Happy...
By Someone Who’s Bled for the Waves and Lived to Wax Another Day Let’s set the scene. You're gliding into a glassy right-hander, sun low, skin bronzed, vibes high. You're halfway through what feels like your best session in months. Then, like a villain creeping in from...