Hawaiian Names of the Day:
Koma or Kamaki – Thomas
Anolu – Andrew
Kalohi – Dora
Kilikina – Christina
Thought I’d do something different … someone suggested to do names, so if you want to know your name just contact me.
How can I sum up this past week? It was pretty awesome! My son Chris won 4 awards this past week. He got two medals for a solo and ensemble performance on the mallets … he got a first place overall trophy for percussion/mallets … and he won a PTSA award for “Most Improved Student in Band”. He was also asked by the high school Band Director to audition for the highest band group at the high school – Wind Ensemble I. No one can just audition; you have to be hand selected to audition. The Band Director was very impressed with his performance at the Spring Concert last Wednesday, so he asked my son to audition this past Tuesday night at a mandatory incoming Freshman meeting.
This week I also sucked in some pride to resolve a matter I wrote about a few weeks ago. And I feel a whole lot better for it. I don't know what will become of the situation, but at least I got some closure. It was learning experience, and believe me, I learned. For future reference, I’ll have my guard up as to whom I can trust, and I’ll be quicker to confront the issues so it will not get out of hand.
I was talking to Pasco the other day. She was bitching about how come I hardly call her anymore. I’ve been busy. I finally called her the other day, and she STILL hasn’t returned my call. Wait till I see her ass tomorrow. Two days ago, I was updating my mail preferences and came across an old friend’s e-mail address. I thought I didn’t have it. So I wrote him. I’ve been trying to contact him for the longest time and finally gave up about two years ago. So, I wrote him and he responded within hours. It turned out that all that time I was trying to call him, I got two numbers mixed up … silly me. We were together at one time for about 6 years or so. Our situation was a bit complicated, but we seemed to find a way around it. We went our separate ways, but managed to remain friends. It’s been a little over two years since we last talked … we got a lot of catching up to do.
Well kiddies, I’m out of here … gonna finish watching “Interview With a Vampire” then it’s off to bed.
Have a terrific weekend,
Hapa
Tuesday, June 05, 2001
Pidgin Words of the Day:
Bumbye - soon enough, later
Garans (also garans ballbarans) - guaranteed, for sure
Howzit - pidgin for "aloha"
Juiced - rigged
Last night I had an entry to post, but for some unknown reason it vanished. Forty-five minutes of typing, checking my spelling and grammar, and making sure everything was ok before I posted went down the tubes. Sorry Pasco, my faithful reader.
So, I made it to Maui after work this past Saturday. It was pretty slow at work and I got cut early, enabling me to get an earlier flight out. When I got there, I eagerly made my way to Wailuku, about a 15-minute drive from the Airport, to a bakery called “Home Maid Bakery”. Maui is known for their manju and mochi, so of course I had to stop and get some before they closed. I spent a total of 4 hours in Maui … all because I had some paper work to sign. A long time friend of mine escorted me the whole time I was there. After business was taken care of, Beamer and I had dinner at a place called Koho’s in Kahului … about 10-minutes from the airport. I used to hate flying to Maui only because I used to work for this company that flew out there just about every week. The only bright spot of these trips was the chance to eat at Koho’s. There were a lot of times that a few of us would fly there just to have dinner. We started off with some appetizers. Beamer had the Super Nachos and I had the Fried Clams … yummmmm. For dinner, I had the Taco Salad and Beamer had the Chicken Fajitas. Of course we shared everything. The BEST part was dessert. OMG … I had this thing called “Da Kine Brownie”. It’s basically a hot fudge sundae with a gooey chocolate fudge brownie at the bottom. Beamer had the “Kilauea Snowball”. That is my second favorite dessert there. It’s vanilla ice cream rolled in graham cracker crumbs and deep- fried, then placed in a cinnamon tortilla shell. Then it’s drizzled with warm caramel and topped off with honey and walnuts. Beamer and I go way back. I went on a band trip my senior year to Maui, and one of the places we performed at was his high school. Almost got busted for sneaking him and his friends to my room. Hell, every band trip I went on, I almost get caught for doing something. I live for danger and excitement. Needless to say, Beamer and I have been good friends ever since. The original plan was to stay the night in Maui, then catch the first flight back so I could get to work by 7:00 a.m. I said fuck that shit and wrapped-up my busy early so I could get home that same night.
Yesterday I met up with Monkeyboy at the gym. Monkeyboy (he hates when I call him that) used to be my weight trainer back in 1994. Back then I was training to compete … until I got into a car accident in March of 1995. Since then, up until now, I could never get into the routine of seriously working-out. It’s not because of laziness or being undisciplined, it was because I had health problems that prevented me from doing so. Every time I would get a routine going, something else would happen. First was the accident, then I had surgery this past September, finally I dislocated my shoulder last October. I started running again two months ago along with lifting weights. That’s where ole Monkeyboy comes in. He’s agreed to train me again. This time it’s just to tone and strengthen. I’m up to a mere 15lbs when I bench press … a big difference to the 75-90+lbs I used to bench 7 years ago. I’ve enlisted his help only because I’ve hit a plateau. Between January and the end of February, I’ve gained 9lbs because of the endometriosis. It was a side effect of the synthetic hormones I was taking and the Lupron shots I was receiving. It took me a month to lose the 9lbs, and I have started to notice the tone in the muscles in my body.
This morning I had a massage client come over to my place for his appointment. For those of you who didn’t know, I do massage. So, days before his appointments I have to exercise my hands, especially the soft area between the thumb and pointer finger (that pressure point area). This client is a big boy. It’s like I get a workout when I massage him. He’s a really nice person, just some extra padding. What makes this person interesting is that he’s ticklish. I try to stay away from those spots, but you gotta do what you gotta do. I like working on him because I can incorporate all the techniques into his sessions like using my elbows … and I used my elbows a lot today. I’ll be seeing him once a month.
So, I’m leaving home to go to work tonight and I go to check the mailbox. Guess what I found? A summons for jury duty. Lucky me. Actually I like serving as a juror. I’ve done it twice before. You can learn a lot by serving as a juror. I don’t mind it. I’ve been fortunate to have trials that were high profile, so there was hardly a dull moment. The first one was back in 1987 and it involved 5 local college basketball stars that were arrested for cocaine possession. The second one was in 1991. This time it was another high profile case … murder 2nd degree. Happy to say that both cases were not guilty. In both instances, the State had a weak case. Anyhoo, I have to appear on the 25th of this month.
This post comes pretty late for me … it’s 2 a.m. and I still haven’t posted yet. That’s because I got an instant message from a new friend tonight. My new friend’s name is Willy. We’ve were talking for two hours and I got side tracked. If you’re reading this Willy, hi! Willy is 20 years old and he lives about 20 minutes from me. He’s in the Army … aviation. He’s stationed at Schofield Barracks. He might be coming over to visit me at work this Thursday night when I tend bar. I told him I might fix him up with one of the hostesses. Nice guy.
Well, I’m off to bed. My son’s intermediate school’s PTSA (which I am the Newsletter Editor) is sponsoring the annual Student Recognition Night tomorrow night and my son will be getting two awards, so I got some running around to do when I wake up.
Aloha kakou,
Hapa
Bumbye - soon enough, later
Garans (also garans ballbarans) - guaranteed, for sure
Howzit - pidgin for "aloha"
Juiced - rigged
Last night I had an entry to post, but for some unknown reason it vanished. Forty-five minutes of typing, checking my spelling and grammar, and making sure everything was ok before I posted went down the tubes. Sorry Pasco, my faithful reader.
So, I made it to Maui after work this past Saturday. It was pretty slow at work and I got cut early, enabling me to get an earlier flight out. When I got there, I eagerly made my way to Wailuku, about a 15-minute drive from the Airport, to a bakery called “Home Maid Bakery”. Maui is known for their manju and mochi, so of course I had to stop and get some before they closed. I spent a total of 4 hours in Maui … all because I had some paper work to sign. A long time friend of mine escorted me the whole time I was there. After business was taken care of, Beamer and I had dinner at a place called Koho’s in Kahului … about 10-minutes from the airport. I used to hate flying to Maui only because I used to work for this company that flew out there just about every week. The only bright spot of these trips was the chance to eat at Koho’s. There were a lot of times that a few of us would fly there just to have dinner. We started off with some appetizers. Beamer had the Super Nachos and I had the Fried Clams … yummmmm. For dinner, I had the Taco Salad and Beamer had the Chicken Fajitas. Of course we shared everything. The BEST part was dessert. OMG … I had this thing called “Da Kine Brownie”. It’s basically a hot fudge sundae with a gooey chocolate fudge brownie at the bottom. Beamer had the “Kilauea Snowball”. That is my second favorite dessert there. It’s vanilla ice cream rolled in graham cracker crumbs and deep- fried, then placed in a cinnamon tortilla shell. Then it’s drizzled with warm caramel and topped off with honey and walnuts. Beamer and I go way back. I went on a band trip my senior year to Maui, and one of the places we performed at was his high school. Almost got busted for sneaking him and his friends to my room. Hell, every band trip I went on, I almost get caught for doing something. I live for danger and excitement. Needless to say, Beamer and I have been good friends ever since. The original plan was to stay the night in Maui, then catch the first flight back so I could get to work by 7:00 a.m. I said fuck that shit and wrapped-up my busy early so I could get home that same night.
Yesterday I met up with Monkeyboy at the gym. Monkeyboy (he hates when I call him that) used to be my weight trainer back in 1994. Back then I was training to compete … until I got into a car accident in March of 1995. Since then, up until now, I could never get into the routine of seriously working-out. It’s not because of laziness or being undisciplined, it was because I had health problems that prevented me from doing so. Every time I would get a routine going, something else would happen. First was the accident, then I had surgery this past September, finally I dislocated my shoulder last October. I started running again two months ago along with lifting weights. That’s where ole Monkeyboy comes in. He’s agreed to train me again. This time it’s just to tone and strengthen. I’m up to a mere 15lbs when I bench press … a big difference to the 75-90+lbs I used to bench 7 years ago. I’ve enlisted his help only because I’ve hit a plateau. Between January and the end of February, I’ve gained 9lbs because of the endometriosis. It was a side effect of the synthetic hormones I was taking and the Lupron shots I was receiving. It took me a month to lose the 9lbs, and I have started to notice the tone in the muscles in my body.
This morning I had a massage client come over to my place for his appointment. For those of you who didn’t know, I do massage. So, days before his appointments I have to exercise my hands, especially the soft area between the thumb and pointer finger (that pressure point area). This client is a big boy. It’s like I get a workout when I massage him. He’s a really nice person, just some extra padding. What makes this person interesting is that he’s ticklish. I try to stay away from those spots, but you gotta do what you gotta do. I like working on him because I can incorporate all the techniques into his sessions like using my elbows … and I used my elbows a lot today. I’ll be seeing him once a month.
So, I’m leaving home to go to work tonight and I go to check the mailbox. Guess what I found? A summons for jury duty. Lucky me. Actually I like serving as a juror. I’ve done it twice before. You can learn a lot by serving as a juror. I don’t mind it. I’ve been fortunate to have trials that were high profile, so there was hardly a dull moment. The first one was back in 1987 and it involved 5 local college basketball stars that were arrested for cocaine possession. The second one was in 1991. This time it was another high profile case … murder 2nd degree. Happy to say that both cases were not guilty. In both instances, the State had a weak case. Anyhoo, I have to appear on the 25th of this month.
This post comes pretty late for me … it’s 2 a.m. and I still haven’t posted yet. That’s because I got an instant message from a new friend tonight. My new friend’s name is Willy. We’ve were talking for two hours and I got side tracked. If you’re reading this Willy, hi! Willy is 20 years old and he lives about 20 minutes from me. He’s in the Army … aviation. He’s stationed at Schofield Barracks. He might be coming over to visit me at work this Thursday night when I tend bar. I told him I might fix him up with one of the hostesses. Nice guy.
Well, I’m off to bed. My son’s intermediate school’s PTSA (which I am the Newsletter Editor) is sponsoring the annual Student Recognition Night tomorrow night and my son will be getting two awards, so I got some running around to do when I wake up.
Aloha kakou,
Hapa
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