Why Write?

Unlike the reality we face, there is no regression when it comes to writing. It’s perfectly acceptable to edit and update as much as you need to. I can write on my own time. There’s no …

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Sunday Afternoons at the Martinez Marina



the arrival

The 20-minute drive was the perfect appetizer to a peaceful, refreshing escape at the beautiful Martinez Marina. Depending on which route you take, you go up and down and around the curvy roads and into downtown Martinez where you can enjoy the antiquated buildings, little antique shops, and the Farmer’s Market they have every Sunday on Main Street. I personally love taking the backroads because there’s hardly any traffic or as much as a shopping center in sight until you get into town. There’s something beautiful about long, lonely roads. I guess it’s because they’re guiding you to a destination that’s just as beautiful.

Immediately, from the road leading into the park, the first thing I saw was a big, vibrant kite (the rainbow circular one with spikes on the right) flying through the air bouncing on the ground from one side to the other. I had to laugh only because it looked like the weapon of a clown. I saw a family kicking a ball in the grass, couples taking a walk along the trail, people walking their dogs, going fishing, kayaking, wind surfing, and hanging out with their friends. It really is the perfect retreat on a sunny, warm Sunday.



my thoughts

I spent some time sitting on the pier taking in the experience of it all. I sat on this reddish brown bench with what looked like water stains? I hope it’s not bird poop residue… That reminded me of when I went to the Fisherman’s Wharf in San Francisco and a seagull decided to poop directly onto my forehead…It was traumatizing. The air is so fresh but the wind seemed relentless. The sun was directly above me (thank goodness no birds were there) kissing my skin while the cool wind pulsated against me and danced with my hair. The water was agitated making uneven vibrations under me, hitting the pillars that supported me, making tiny waves that made their way to the sides of the boats behind me. I heard people chat in back of me walking hand in hand down the pier but I couldn’t help but think, how many people have walked on these worn and tired wooden boards?

I always thought what it would feel like to be a wooden board or a pencil or a tree. What would it feel like to see the many things a tree would see, how it would feel like to live hundreds of years and feel all the seasons as my leaves grow, die, and fall. The poor, faded and jaded boards. Bored of the life they’ve lived, yet they hold so much character. Black spots and sores here and there, hearts with names carved in them, even the groans they make when you lean on them to see the water below.

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some history

Back in the day the city of Martinez was a gold rush and shipping boomtown. Early settlers of the county bought, sold, and shipped their goods here. One of them created the popular drink known as the “Martini.” Martinez was one of the oldest cities in California before California became a state. Martinez catered to gold searchers who arrived on the Carquinez Strait’s south shore to take Dr. Robert Semple’s horse-powered ferry boat to Benicia on their trek to the gold country.

Right across the marina is the city of Benicia, another town like Martinez that’s full of charm and history. There’s also a view of the Benicia-Martinez Bridge that connects the two.

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Benicia-Martinez Bridge
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City of Benicia

Five reasons why I enjoy traveling alone

Fit Swiss Chick

Hey Peeps!

Mental note to self: I need to work on those intros. I also need to start making my bed again in the mornings. Coz it looks like wild shenanigans happen there every night. This of course is seldom the case.

Ignore me. I’ve just been through two night shifts (I have a serious job now, I swear) and the night in between the two shifts I went out until the morning hours – unsurprisingly, it’s highly possible that this post turns into a senseless uttering due to sleep deprivation. Nonetheless, I`m going to make an effort to keep you awake while trying to not crash on the keyboard.

One way. Rigi, Swiss Alps, May 2016 One way. Rigi, Swiss Alps, May 2016

Shoot with a view. View from Piz Corvatsch, Swiss Alps, July 2014 Shoot with a view. View from Piz Corvatsch, Swiss Alps, July 2014

We all know by now that I am a passionate traveller and whenever I can sneak on a plane or grab…

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Free in Fontainebleau

wwellend takes the most breathtaking photos and I’d love to visit France again<3


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Location: Fontainebleau, France

I have done a fair bit of travelling. I have had lots of good days, a few bad days, and a handful of days that I would describe as being literally some of the best days of my life.

One such day was December 23rd, 2013. I woke up early, feeling invigorated and ready to explore. But what to do? I eventually decided against the popular day trip to Versailles. I can recall lying in my top bunk and contemplating the idea and then deciding that I just was not in the mood to walk around elbow to elbow with other people all day.

I had heard of a beautiful chateau in Fontainebleau, a small town about 65km south of Paris. I am not ashamed to admit that the only reason I knew this place existed was because I am quite the fan of one Lana Del…

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Get to Know Me

For my very first post, I want to introduce myself. I’m pretty much an open book and I don’t want to keep any secrets from you.

I grew up on the beautiful island of Oahu until I was about 18 when I moved to California to start college at California State University, East Bay. I really had no idea what I wanted to major in or what I wanted to do in life. Four years later, I still have a very broad idea of what I wanna do and that’s write. So, I ended up majoring in English, Creative Writing and minoring in French. I’ve been in the Bay Area for almost four years now and I love it here. Don’t get me wrong, Hawai’i will always and forever be my home but to be completely honest with you, there are a lot more opportunities out here. I plan to stay in the Bay Area until other opportunities decide to take me elsewhere.

I am a dancer. That has always been my passion oand will forever be a part of me. I’ve been dancing since I was six years old. I did hula, hip-hop, ballet, and jazz when I was young but now I just do hip-hop. I’m passionate about dance and what it is and who I am because of it. I can’t explain my love for dance in words but I can probably show you if give me a beat. I am dance.

I am still trying to figure out who I am and there is so much that I want to do. I want to travel and meet people and learn new things and gain experiences that will help me figure out who exactly is Bri and who she’s always been. That is why I made this blog. I think it will help me do all of that and bring me to discover frontiers I never knew existed.


Stay golden.