Sitting on my board I traced the plumeria design with my fingers. The cold water slapping gently against my thighs. I ran my hand over my hot forehead and looked up at the sun in the high sky. “Okay, this is the last set for the day,” I said with a longing sigh. I need to stop surfing and head into town today because the only internet access is in the school. I volunteer on an Asian music website and I need to go through...