I smell of surf wax and sand.
Off to day whatever in a row of work.
6.10.09
Walk/Surf
Walked the guys 5 miles yesterday. Surfed 4 hours today. Sun is ratched up to 12. Scorching hot.
I smell of surf wax and sand.
Off to day whatever in a row of work.
I smell of surf wax and sand.
Off to day whatever in a row of work.
3.10.09
2.10.09
My hands on a miracle
Made-up stories of Kings and Queens; and places of wonder.
Lying in the garage; pointing out the bugs.
Fist bumps.
Dancing to the music on the TV; acting the fool.
Lying in the garage; pointing out the bugs.
Fist bumps.
Dancing to the music on the TV; acting the fool.
24.9.09
More Hours, Please
Kekoa, playing on the phone.
Papa, Where Youse At?
Geez.
Finished work at Hotel about 1145 last night. Got home. Drank a beer. Went to sleep. Tossed and turned. Got up at 545. Took Mai to school; took Kaleo to school; came back and took Akoni's car to the docks to ship to Hawaii. Kekoa was very cooperative since he really had no choice, but to go with me and my BIL to the docks - "Big Fruck! big Fruck!" Yes indeed.
Back home; back out in a half hour to - pick up Kaleo and maile from school - snacks of Manapua for the guys and Maile.
Get them home, shower.
Head back to this pennace of employ.
Oh well.
And the Queenship is feeling like shit in the shoulder right now.
Ah....life.
Aloha
Papa, Where Youse At?Geez.
Finished work at Hotel about 1145 last night. Got home. Drank a beer. Went to sleep. Tossed and turned. Got up at 545. Took Mai to school; took Kaleo to school; came back and took Akoni's car to the docks to ship to Hawaii. Kekoa was very cooperative since he really had no choice, but to go with me and my BIL to the docks - "Big Fruck! big Fruck!" Yes indeed.
Back home; back out in a half hour to - pick up Kaleo and maile from school - snacks of Manapua for the guys and Maile.
Get them home, shower.
Head back to this pennace of employ.
Oh well.
And the Queenship is feeling like shit in the shoulder right now.
Ah....life.
Aloha
23.9.09
Drawing Lines
I just want to be the TutuKane.
Total Sand Concentration
I dont want to be the Father.
Shade & Thoughts
Getting out of the son; and finding out what my stress levels are.
"High Water Shorts!!"
My days are 25 hours long, and weeks last 9 days.
He moves to the Big Island
Akoni moves to the Big Island of Hawaii, and I am happy; he will live with my parents and work 40 miles away in Hilo. My parents move on in age, and I have too full of a plate here, to be the right son at the right place, at the right time.
We will miss him tons, not only because he is dependable, but because he carries with him a joy for life that radiates from his soul.
I just want to be the Grandfather.
I spent 2 and a half hours on the road this morning just driving thru traffic. Delivering kids to school. After getting done with 24 hours Fire. We live on an island, and driving that long, for that short a distance is bullshit.
I am thinking of getting a bicycle.
I gotta lose weight/cholesterol/insanity.
The PinkHell is just nothing but a drag; it just well, sucks. It isnt the tourists; it is the phoniness of the management.
Dont really care for the new hires, neither. Dweebs, greeds, and "seeds".
Eh, sun'll come up tomorrow.
Aloha.
Stress Buster*
*Photo courtesy 808Surfer.
Total Sand ConcentrationI dont want to be the Father.
Shade & ThoughtsGetting out of the son; and finding out what my stress levels are.
"High Water Shorts!!"My days are 25 hours long, and weeks last 9 days.
He moves to the Big IslandAkoni moves to the Big Island of Hawaii, and I am happy; he will live with my parents and work 40 miles away in Hilo. My parents move on in age, and I have too full of a plate here, to be the right son at the right place, at the right time.
We will miss him tons, not only because he is dependable, but because he carries with him a joy for life that radiates from his soul.
I just want to be the Grandfather.
I spent 2 and a half hours on the road this morning just driving thru traffic. Delivering kids to school. After getting done with 24 hours Fire. We live on an island, and driving that long, for that short a distance is bullshit.
I am thinking of getting a bicycle.
I gotta lose weight/cholesterol/insanity.
The PinkHell is just nothing but a drag; it just well, sucks. It isnt the tourists; it is the phoniness of the management.
Dont really care for the new hires, neither. Dweebs, greeds, and "seeds".
Eh, sun'll come up tomorrow.
Aloha.
Stress Buster**Photo courtesy 808Surfer.
20.9.09
A Saturday Beach Day
Spent Saturday morning/afternoon with the 2 guys at the beach hunting tide pools and crabs and such.
Kaleo just loves the beach and the water. Kekoa is going headlong into terrible 2's stage. Nothing is OK. Everything is whine. It is alright; I just took a vow of ignoring him and trying like hell to be patient with his new found grump-dom.
We picked up some 'Opala (rubbish) and made a volcano out of sand and just walked and swam all over. They scaled the great wall of china (as it appears to them) and found hermit crabs and stuffs, little fishies and shells and sand in the face.
Before you know it they will be big and doing things on their own; I will fade away into the night, waiting for their return.
Kaleo just loves the beach and the water. Kekoa is going headlong into terrible 2's stage. Nothing is OK. Everything is whine. It is alright; I just took a vow of ignoring him and trying like hell to be patient with his new found grump-dom.
We picked up some 'Opala (rubbish) and made a volcano out of sand and just walked and swam all over. They scaled the great wall of china (as it appears to them) and found hermit crabs and stuffs, little fishies and shells and sand in the face.
Before you know it they will be big and doing things on their own; I will fade away into the night, waiting for their return.
16.9.09
Walk with Kekoa
Walked with Kekoa this afternoon. From the park above the home, looking down into Maunalua Bay with Diamondhead in the distance.
Hot beautiful afternoon.
Hot beautiful afternoon.
13.9.09
Mailelauli'i Pahukoa 18
Maile turned 18 on the 12th.
I feel old.
Spent the day at the beach; cooking, surfing, getting burnt.
I feel old.
Spent the day at the beach; cooking, surfing, getting burnt.
9.9.09
Overthrow
Small kine Hawaiian history lesson - (notice overthrow; measeals deaths, sugar planters)
*Hanai means to be adopted in a sense.
Lydia Lili‘u Loloku Walania Wewehi Kamaka‘eha was born on September 2, 1838, in Honolulu to high-ranking Ali‘i Analea Keohokālole and Caesar Kapa‘akea. She became the hanai child of Ali‘i Laura Konia and Abner Pakī and hanai sister of Bernice Pauahi. She was also the sister of James Kaliokalani, David Kalākaua, Anna Ka‘iulani, Ka‘imina‘auao, Miriam Likelike and William Pitt Leleiōhoku.
Young Princess Lydia Kamaka‘eha attended the boarding school run by missionary Amos Starr Cooke for the Royal Chiefs’ children from when she was four years old. When she was ten, the school closed as the result of an epidemic of measles that took the lives of about ten thousand people; most of whom were native Hawaiian, and some of whom were children who attended the Royal School. Her three-year-old sister Ka‘imina‘auao, who was the hānai daughter of Kamehameha III and Queen Kalama, also died in the epidemic.
Princess Kamaka‘eha was to be married on her 24th birthday, September 2, 1862, but due to the death of the four-year-old Crown Prince of Hawai‘i, Prince Albert Edward Kauikeaouli Kalei‘opapaakamehameha, she was asked by Kamehameha IV to postpone her wedding. Honoring the wish of the King, she was married to John Owen Dominis on the 16th of that month and then resided with her husband and his widowed mother at Washington Place.
Her brother, King Kalākaua, was appointed to the throne in February 1874, at which time he named his brother William Pitt Leleiōhoku as heir to the throne. On April 10, 1877, the day after Leleiōhoku died, Princess Lydia Kamaka‘eha was named heir apparent and received the title Lili‘uokalani. During Kalākaua’s final years of reign, wealthy plantation owners and businessmen imposed the “Bayonet Constitution” on the Hawaiian monarchy. The new constitution limited the power of the monarchy and effectively disenfranchised the Hawaiian people. Her beloved brother, passed away in 1891, and Lili‘uokalani assumed the throne.
One of her first orders of business was to amend the constitution and restore power to the monarchy and the Hawaiian people. The local sugar planters and businessmen instigated an overthrow, fearing a loss of revenue and influence by the Queen. With the help of U.S. Marines, they forced Queen Lili‘uokalani to surrender the Hawaiian Kingdom to the United States in 1893. A provisional government was established thereafter and named the Republic of Hawai‘i, proclaiming Sanford B. Dole as president.
In 1895, Lili‘uokalani was imprisoned for eight months at ‘Iolani Palace for her alleged knowledge of a counterrevolutionary attempt by her supporters, although it was never proven. Because she felt that she would never leave the palace alive, she translated Kalākaua’s Hawaiian text of the cosmogonic Hawaiian creation chant Kumulipo into English, in hopes that the rest of the world would get a glimpse of our heritage. She was later released on parole and when she received a full pardon, she went to Washington D.C. to seek help from President Grover Cleveland.
Despite all of Lili‘uokalani’s efforts, Hawai‘i was annexed by President McKinley in 1898. A few weeks later, on her 60th birthday, many loyal subjects paid a visit to their beloved Queen Lili‘uokalani at Washington Place. Many came bearing gifts; some kneeling in her presence, presented their ho‘okupu (gift), and backed out the same way they entered.
Aside from Lili‘uokalani’s role as a devoted monarch, she was also a faithful scholar and an extraordinary musician and composer. She was well versed in hymns and ballads of American and European influence, as well as traditional Hawaiian chant and prose.
In her lifetime, Queen Lili‘uokalani composed more than 150 songs, including her most famous piece, “Aloha ‘Oe.”
On her 73rd birthday, Lili‘uokalani gave a birthday gift to her people. She had her Trustees set aside a piece of property near Waikahalulu Stream in Nu‘uanu, which is known today as Lili‘uokalani Garden.
Hawai‘i lost its last ruling monarch on November 11, 1917 (same day my TutuKane (grandpa) died), when Lili‘uokalani died of a stroke at the age of 79 at Washington Place. At midnight, the “Royal Rain” (considered a blessing) fell on the procession lightly as her body was taken from Washington Place to the Throne Room of ‘Iolani Palace where she lay in state. When the procession arrived at ‘Iolani Palace, there was a rumble of intermittent thunder that was looked upon as a good hō‘ailona or omen. At midnight of the following day, her body, preceded by the flaming torch (the emblem of the Kalākaua Dynasty) and sacred kahili, was taken to Kawaiaha‘o Church where she lay in state for the next seven days. Her remains were then taken in a procession along King Street and then up Nu‘uanu Avenue and placed in the Royal Mausoleum at Mauna ‘Ala.
Through the years, Lili‘uokalani never faltered in her commitment to the people of Hawai‘i. In her will, she entrusted her estate to provide for orphan children of Hawaiian blood, amended later to include “other destitute children.” Her legacy is perpetuated today through the Queen Lili‘uokalani Children’s Center and the Queen Lili‘uokalani Trust.
*Hanai means to be adopted in a sense.
Lydia Lili‘u Loloku Walania Wewehi Kamaka‘eha was born on September 2, 1838, in Honolulu to high-ranking Ali‘i Analea Keohokālole and Caesar Kapa‘akea. She became the hanai child of Ali‘i Laura Konia and Abner Pakī and hanai sister of Bernice Pauahi. She was also the sister of James Kaliokalani, David Kalākaua, Anna Ka‘iulani, Ka‘imina‘auao, Miriam Likelike and William Pitt Leleiōhoku.
Young Princess Lydia Kamaka‘eha attended the boarding school run by missionary Amos Starr Cooke for the Royal Chiefs’ children from when she was four years old. When she was ten, the school closed as the result of an epidemic of measles that took the lives of about ten thousand people; most of whom were native Hawaiian, and some of whom were children who attended the Royal School. Her three-year-old sister Ka‘imina‘auao, who was the hānai daughter of Kamehameha III and Queen Kalama, also died in the epidemic.
Princess Kamaka‘eha was to be married on her 24th birthday, September 2, 1862, but due to the death of the four-year-old Crown Prince of Hawai‘i, Prince Albert Edward Kauikeaouli Kalei‘opapaakamehameha, she was asked by Kamehameha IV to postpone her wedding. Honoring the wish of the King, she was married to John Owen Dominis on the 16th of that month and then resided with her husband and his widowed mother at Washington Place.
Her brother, King Kalākaua, was appointed to the throne in February 1874, at which time he named his brother William Pitt Leleiōhoku as heir to the throne. On April 10, 1877, the day after Leleiōhoku died, Princess Lydia Kamaka‘eha was named heir apparent and received the title Lili‘uokalani. During Kalākaua’s final years of reign, wealthy plantation owners and businessmen imposed the “Bayonet Constitution” on the Hawaiian monarchy. The new constitution limited the power of the monarchy and effectively disenfranchised the Hawaiian people. Her beloved brother, passed away in 1891, and Lili‘uokalani assumed the throne.
One of her first orders of business was to amend the constitution and restore power to the monarchy and the Hawaiian people. The local sugar planters and businessmen instigated an overthrow, fearing a loss of revenue and influence by the Queen. With the help of U.S. Marines, they forced Queen Lili‘uokalani to surrender the Hawaiian Kingdom to the United States in 1893. A provisional government was established thereafter and named the Republic of Hawai‘i, proclaiming Sanford B. Dole as president.
In 1895, Lili‘uokalani was imprisoned for eight months at ‘Iolani Palace for her alleged knowledge of a counterrevolutionary attempt by her supporters, although it was never proven. Because she felt that she would never leave the palace alive, she translated Kalākaua’s Hawaiian text of the cosmogonic Hawaiian creation chant Kumulipo into English, in hopes that the rest of the world would get a glimpse of our heritage. She was later released on parole and when she received a full pardon, she went to Washington D.C. to seek help from President Grover Cleveland.
Despite all of Lili‘uokalani’s efforts, Hawai‘i was annexed by President McKinley in 1898. A few weeks later, on her 60th birthday, many loyal subjects paid a visit to their beloved Queen Lili‘uokalani at Washington Place. Many came bearing gifts; some kneeling in her presence, presented their ho‘okupu (gift), and backed out the same way they entered.
Aside from Lili‘uokalani’s role as a devoted monarch, she was also a faithful scholar and an extraordinary musician and composer. She was well versed in hymns and ballads of American and European influence, as well as traditional Hawaiian chant and prose.
In her lifetime, Queen Lili‘uokalani composed more than 150 songs, including her most famous piece, “Aloha ‘Oe.”
On her 73rd birthday, Lili‘uokalani gave a birthday gift to her people. She had her Trustees set aside a piece of property near Waikahalulu Stream in Nu‘uanu, which is known today as Lili‘uokalani Garden.
Hawai‘i lost its last ruling monarch on November 11, 1917 (same day my TutuKane (grandpa) died), when Lili‘uokalani died of a stroke at the age of 79 at Washington Place. At midnight, the “Royal Rain” (considered a blessing) fell on the procession lightly as her body was taken from Washington Place to the Throne Room of ‘Iolani Palace where she lay in state. When the procession arrived at ‘Iolani Palace, there was a rumble of intermittent thunder that was looked upon as a good hō‘ailona or omen. At midnight of the following day, her body, preceded by the flaming torch (the emblem of the Kalākaua Dynasty) and sacred kahili, was taken to Kawaiaha‘o Church where she lay in state for the next seven days. Her remains were then taken in a procession along King Street and then up Nu‘uanu Avenue and placed in the Royal Mausoleum at Mauna ‘Ala.
Through the years, Lili‘uokalani never faltered in her commitment to the people of Hawai‘i. In her will, she entrusted her estate to provide for orphan children of Hawaiian blood, amended later to include “other destitute children.” Her legacy is perpetuated today through the Queen Lili‘uokalani Children’s Center and the Queen Lili‘uokalani Trust.
5.9.09
Barnes & Nobels Morning
After another long night of labor at ThePink; we went to B&N this morning to get Maile a ACT study guide.
Barnes and Nobels in Kahala Mall may never be the same.
Sugar Cookie!
MINE!
Took the 2 guys and Maile.
Amazing amount of petrol runs these 2, I cant imagine what it is that revs them, but enthusiasim is or sure, one. Kaleo is more reserved now that he is in pre-school, he seems to be just fine with the seperation factor, then he cries just when we have to leave. I think it is more of a show than actual sadness.
Kekoa on the other hand has a personality that is just starting to show. Destroyer; he is. Not only is he solid as a rock, and eats like a bottomless pit, but he barrels thru everything.
In that is the reason for B&N perhaps closing its doors for a bit. Either that or we are gonna be 86'd from there. He ran and turned, and ran and blitzed, and ran and plowed around the place in 2 minutes he probably made 15 laps around then damn store. He knocked stuff over (put it back on his own tho') made a bee-line for the Cafe that is there, and window shopped for what he wanted to eat. Of course there it was, the holy grail of confection, SUGAR COOKIES! Then back to running laps around the store.
We found the childrens section, (while making a sprint for the frog sculpture) and headed in to peruse a book. Kaleo wanted to read about spiders (ACK!) and Kekoa was fine and dandy with jumping of the small stage they have for story time. He knew it was for kids because "small chair, Papa" and "Pooh....Pooh" was emblazed on the walls. After pretty much eliminating all other kids from the area; I guess it is hard to hang when a brute is leering over your shoulder, even if heis 2 feet tall. We made a exit for the Cafe to eat a cookie.
Or 2.
Have a great holiday weekend.
Aloha.
Barnes and Nobels in Kahala Mall may never be the same.
Sugar Cookie!
MINE!Took the 2 guys and Maile.
Amazing amount of petrol runs these 2, I cant imagine what it is that revs them, but enthusiasim is or sure, one. Kaleo is more reserved now that he is in pre-school, he seems to be just fine with the seperation factor, then he cries just when we have to leave. I think it is more of a show than actual sadness.
Kekoa on the other hand has a personality that is just starting to show. Destroyer; he is. Not only is he solid as a rock, and eats like a bottomless pit, but he barrels thru everything.
In that is the reason for B&N perhaps closing its doors for a bit. Either that or we are gonna be 86'd from there. He ran and turned, and ran and blitzed, and ran and plowed around the place in 2 minutes he probably made 15 laps around then damn store. He knocked stuff over (put it back on his own tho') made a bee-line for the Cafe that is there, and window shopped for what he wanted to eat. Of course there it was, the holy grail of confection, SUGAR COOKIES! Then back to running laps around the store.
We found the childrens section, (while making a sprint for the frog sculpture) and headed in to peruse a book. Kaleo wanted to read about spiders (ACK!) and Kekoa was fine and dandy with jumping of the small stage they have for story time. He knew it was for kids because "small chair, Papa" and "Pooh....Pooh" was emblazed on the walls. After pretty much eliminating all other kids from the area; I guess it is hard to hang when a brute is leering over your shoulder, even if heis 2 feet tall. We made a exit for the Cafe to eat a cookie.
Or 2.
Have a great holiday weekend.
Aloha.
30.8.09
Chinese Food Express
The alley was dark, non-descript, and putrid. By the look of it, it had been home to more than one nights rest to some form of life; maybe a few. Bordered by not one, but two extensively ornate fences, both of which had been erected at a time when fences kept things out, and not in. Now it kept what was in from getting out. If it got out, it might be a situation. A situation that would make news. News was not welcome to this tong this congregation of immigrants bent on self policing, self rule.
The tong's Gai-lo ran the place with a fist. A fist of iron? No, the fist was clad in servitude; servitude to debt. Surely there was a place where cigarette smoke was banished to the breeze, this was not that place.
When you enter, you enter under many eyes watch; eyes that did not believe the sights you see; eyes that cursed your being. You were not welcome. Your money, ah, yes, was. Your money will leave you. Your money will remain. That is assured. But you must enter, first. "Fuk Yuk Lin requested this" was the entry code.
No answer.
A jibberish of Mandarin-Cantonese-and-poor-as-fuck imitation of Pidgin English rattled off behind the very old, very secure door. Recognized though, was the definite du ni la mo du ni ga se fut expression of disgust that another gambler had arrived.
"No; I dont have worms in my ass" escapes your lips; more a fuck you than a snide comeback.
Door opens.
"You go this way" No shit Sherlock, er, Charlie. "Oh, you come back, Mr. Big Winner, eh?"
Well, duh. You cant have a derlict gambling addiction without a gambling venue, can you now? Far from it, you can have one, you can have a damn evil one. Ask the old filipino men just jonesing as bad as a heroin addict for the first football parlay sheets to come out emblazoned with the fictional "for amusement only" across the top of the weekly parlay sheets. You know that well, since after showing some prowess in actually beating enough point spreads that the old manong men were paying you for picks. Lucarative side job; wagers to be made, others to be lost. Eh. What the fuck.
No alter to vice would be complete without proper sacrifice. The tong made damn sure you had the scars to prove it; not only sick with OD on MSG, they made the walk of yours complete with a dragging leg; proof positive to any you met that you were a tool. At least you arent a cat. Then you'd be food. Shit, you fuck up again at the tables, you may be food.
Through 3 more damn doors, through that damn stink-ass kitchen, back up (again) some bizarre staircase, and into the "Casino" No wonder the Police never get here. Fucking GPS cant find this shit. What the hell would they do if some "player" coded? Damn. Maybe better not to know what is in the Kung-Pao Chicken. The 'cashier' will grant drug; drug green, please. Easily consumed playing chips, brought to by the requsite go-fer, a spiked hair, 20 something triad wannabe. He'll be dead in a year; splatterd across the freeway racing the first rice burning dumbass he came across. Fast money, fast death. At least he stayed in one piece.
"Ah yeah, you back to take more of our (distinction definte on OUR) money, eh Big Winner?"
You are sooooo fucked.
The dealer slaps out the cards; the other players barely acknowledge your arrival. Why? Gimme. Gimme syndrome. Gimme cards. Gimme money. Gimme, gimme, gimme. Metaphore for life in the world today. I Want; you want, we all want.
To the left a chain smoking, 300 pound woman of perfect hair, a damaged clothes. What the hell? Right; another female, 60-ish, frail and smoking a harsh blend of filipino extract of tobacco. What a fucking riot it would be to hear the complaints of the vigilante non-smokers of the world would be here.
More Chinese take-out, coming up!
As the single up-turn of weak grin creases your lips, you think of the irony of that scene - some self-righteous douche-bag complaining to "security" - Security that would eject the douche right out the window without a blink.
Cards - peek-a-boo, you pull two Kings (no splitting allowed, house fucking rules)to the dealers 9.
Left, stands. "You up, motherfucker" That shit wont get 'em tips, but they dont care, you will lose. "Stand, Fucker", right back. Right, hits. Stands.
Of course, the dealer pulls a 6.
And another.
Sweeps the chips away.
And the night begins.
*all BS - I made this stuff up driving to work today.
The tong's Gai-lo ran the place with a fist. A fist of iron? No, the fist was clad in servitude; servitude to debt. Surely there was a place where cigarette smoke was banished to the breeze, this was not that place.
When you enter, you enter under many eyes watch; eyes that did not believe the sights you see; eyes that cursed your being. You were not welcome. Your money, ah, yes, was. Your money will leave you. Your money will remain. That is assured. But you must enter, first. "Fuk Yuk Lin requested this" was the entry code.
No answer.
A jibberish of Mandarin-Cantonese-and-poor-as-fuck imitation of Pidgin English rattled off behind the very old, very secure door. Recognized though, was the definite du ni la mo du ni ga se fut expression of disgust that another gambler had arrived.
"No; I dont have worms in my ass" escapes your lips; more a fuck you than a snide comeback.
Door opens.
"You go this way" No shit Sherlock, er, Charlie. "Oh, you come back, Mr. Big Winner, eh?"
Well, duh. You cant have a derlict gambling addiction without a gambling venue, can you now? Far from it, you can have one, you can have a damn evil one. Ask the old filipino men just jonesing as bad as a heroin addict for the first football parlay sheets to come out emblazoned with the fictional "for amusement only" across the top of the weekly parlay sheets. You know that well, since after showing some prowess in actually beating enough point spreads that the old manong men were paying you for picks. Lucarative side job; wagers to be made, others to be lost. Eh. What the fuck.
No alter to vice would be complete without proper sacrifice. The tong made damn sure you had the scars to prove it; not only sick with OD on MSG, they made the walk of yours complete with a dragging leg; proof positive to any you met that you were a tool. At least you arent a cat. Then you'd be food. Shit, you fuck up again at the tables, you may be food.
Through 3 more damn doors, through that damn stink-ass kitchen, back up (again) some bizarre staircase, and into the "Casino" No wonder the Police never get here. Fucking GPS cant find this shit. What the hell would they do if some "player" coded? Damn. Maybe better not to know what is in the Kung-Pao Chicken. The 'cashier' will grant drug; drug green, please. Easily consumed playing chips, brought to by the requsite go-fer, a spiked hair, 20 something triad wannabe. He'll be dead in a year; splatterd across the freeway racing the first rice burning dumbass he came across. Fast money, fast death. At least he stayed in one piece.
"Ah yeah, you back to take more of our (distinction definte on OUR) money, eh Big Winner?"
You are sooooo fucked.
The dealer slaps out the cards; the other players barely acknowledge your arrival. Why? Gimme. Gimme syndrome. Gimme cards. Gimme money. Gimme, gimme, gimme. Metaphore for life in the world today. I Want; you want, we all want.
To the left a chain smoking, 300 pound woman of perfect hair, a damaged clothes. What the hell? Right; another female, 60-ish, frail and smoking a harsh blend of filipino extract of tobacco. What a fucking riot it would be to hear the complaints of the vigilante non-smokers of the world would be here.
More Chinese take-out, coming up!
As the single up-turn of weak grin creases your lips, you think of the irony of that scene - some self-righteous douche-bag complaining to "security" - Security that would eject the douche right out the window without a blink.
Cards - peek-a-boo, you pull two Kings (no splitting allowed, house fucking rules)to the dealers 9.
Left, stands. "You up, motherfucker" That shit wont get 'em tips, but they dont care, you will lose. "Stand, Fucker", right back. Right, hits. Stands.
Of course, the dealer pulls a 6.
And another.
Sweeps the chips away.
And the night begins.
*all BS - I made this stuff up driving to work today.
26.8.09
Sedan Delivery
1st School Time NapI guess there will come a time when things and occurencies (SP?) will fall the way they should but for now I'll glady take a surf and a kid pick - up from school, cutting grass with Kekoa with hand shears, over anything that remotely resembles this thing called life.
Be good.
Aloha.
20.8.09
Just say....Wait, wait....go away.
The waiter that irritates me the most has been in rare form of late. "El Turd-O", or close enough for horseshoes has become his moniker from me. Somehow, after 27 years of this stuff you would assume my hide would be a bit thicker to twits.
But alas, it has not.
Business at the pink has been busy enough; but not like it was in the past. The management has gotten rid of most of the oldtimers, and replaced them with some real gems of humanity. Dont get me wrong; most are OK, but some are....just so bloody self-centered. You know how most of the youth is today? It is sad to see them so uncaring for themselves as participants in this world. It truly is all about 'me'.
And the "Turd" is mega-man in me-ness.
But alas, it has not.
Business at the pink has been busy enough; but not like it was in the past. The management has gotten rid of most of the oldtimers, and replaced them with some real gems of humanity. Dont get me wrong; most are OK, but some are....just so bloody self-centered. You know how most of the youth is today? It is sad to see them so uncaring for themselves as participants in this world. It truly is all about 'me'.
And the "Turd" is mega-man in me-ness.
14.8.09
I've got cookies as big as my head
KJ (international grommet of mystery) at LAX w/ huge-a-mongus cookie comped by Aunty Maimai.
Full Moon Cookie
Dont you just wish? Wouldn't a cookie right now just hit the spot? Shits and giggles; if you had one, I betcha you'd grind it right off. Milk, added bonus. I probably would.
So the first weeks of school gone past, the kids are going and I am losing my aforementioned mind as always. It is amazing to me to watch not only KJ, but Kiana, and Mai switch gears (for Mai and Kiana) to school mode. For KJ, it now is the start of a long educational journey, so his switch has not been off yet. That may be the greatest undestatement of the times. Senior year for Mai. 18 next month. Grade 4 for Kiana, and pre-school for KJ. Kekoa gets to cruise at home, wondering where the hell his accomplises went. Terrible 2's not holding him back on his enthusiasim for destruction.
The queen o' the abode is now at ******** Air, and thank god. Anymore time in the brig with the youth offenders woulda been not so aloha. Marry her, fly free. Oh wait, I did, but no time to yet.
Found out that my cholesterol level has basically a little more than tripled (FUCK!) in the past year. So changed my eating habits, which were not so bad, but something fucked me up to the point of another gout attack in June. Problem was, the thin never went away for over a month, so I finally went to the Doc, and she says 'whoa tiger; you be farquared, dude' ... sorta. So did some X-Rays and found out that the good old right ankle has degenrative arthritis. Wonderful. Thats allright tho' cause maybe I'll get my head out of my ass and get back to running afew miles vs. not. I guess you can not depend on surf to keep the boogie man away.
That lack of flex in the ankle hasnt made for a too inspired person in myself.
But as things go, it aint bad, just .... a hassle.
Off to the bullshit that is the hell hole of bullshit egotisim, falsefaced, crappaola...The Pink.
Aloha.
Full Moon CookieDont you just wish? Wouldn't a cookie right now just hit the spot? Shits and giggles; if you had one, I betcha you'd grind it right off. Milk, added bonus. I probably would.
So the first weeks of school gone past, the kids are going and I am losing my aforementioned mind as always. It is amazing to me to watch not only KJ, but Kiana, and Mai switch gears (for Mai and Kiana) to school mode. For KJ, it now is the start of a long educational journey, so his switch has not been off yet. That may be the greatest undestatement of the times. Senior year for Mai. 18 next month. Grade 4 for Kiana, and pre-school for KJ. Kekoa gets to cruise at home, wondering where the hell his accomplises went. Terrible 2's not holding him back on his enthusiasim for destruction.
The queen o' the abode is now at ******** Air, and thank god. Anymore time in the brig with the youth offenders woulda been not so aloha. Marry her, fly free. Oh wait, I did, but no time to yet.
Found out that my cholesterol level has basically a little more than tripled (FUCK!) in the past year. So changed my eating habits, which were not so bad, but something fucked me up to the point of another gout attack in June. Problem was, the thin never went away for over a month, so I finally went to the Doc, and she says 'whoa tiger; you be farquared, dude' ... sorta. So did some X-Rays and found out that the good old right ankle has degenrative arthritis. Wonderful. Thats allright tho' cause maybe I'll get my head out of my ass and get back to running afew miles vs. not. I guess you can not depend on surf to keep the boogie man away.
That lack of flex in the ankle hasnt made for a too inspired person in myself.
But as things go, it aint bad, just .... a hassle.
Off to the bullshit that is the hell hole of bullshit egotisim, falsefaced, crappaola...The Pink.
Aloha.
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Best Damn Soda Ever
It is Mango season and this is the best damn soda ever. Now if I can figure out how to lower certain scores on said blood tests, I'd be all good.
Waialua Soda Works
Waialua Soda Works
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