yet another PSA: Afternoon Tea in the Harem
event type: fundraiser
cost: $10 (12 and under free)
when: saturday, june 7 4pm - 6pm
where: ward Rafters (3810 Maunaloa Ave - Kaimuki)
what: An afternoon tea with exquisite belly dancing performances, exciting Arabian Nights story telling, tea and refreshments. Among the dancers, singers and storytellers donating their time and talent are Willow Chang, Glo Ayson, Amber, Maze', Cheryl Bartlett and Jeff Gere.

hmmm...Louis - what's going on in your head - or should I say in your heart??? who is this mystery woman???

weekend time again - number one task TANNING...tired of hearing how darn white i am...

what do you do with yourself when it's a long weekend and it appears that most of it will be spent ALONE?...not one human being reaching out to you all day long for three days in a row...that is probably my plight all weekend as K. is off helping to build a friend's home in portlock this weekend- he left before 6am this morning and probably won't be back till after 6 or 7 tonite...

so you make yourself busy -to a feverish pace - consumed in things "foado" as Louis would say.
or you climb into a little hole and vegitate on the boob tube planning that DVD marathon of who knows what
or you go shopping so at least then you can pretend that people WANT to talk to you when the sales people ask - "can I get a room started for you to try that on?"
or do you actually do something more physical like swim across the street at the beach, or hunt for shells....
or do you complete a craft project (like my mosaics, bead watch, scrapbooking, album organizing, card making)
or is it curling up with that magazine or book that you've been meaning to read from cover to cover.

hmmm. perhaps it is all of the above...cause the only time that time seems to fly is when you are too busy, too distracted about the time to even give it a second thought that you are indeed ALONE.

it feels like time for a quizilla to brighten things up here.


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is this true???

had yet another free meal today....this one on the boss and what was supposed to be a one hour luncheon was nearly three hours ... unbelievable...it was a fabulous lunch though...quite a generous thank-you.

procrastination --- from waking up, from completing responsibilities, from mailing the bills, from getting that tan, from shaving those legs, from buying that plane fare...oh well.

sometimes there isn't an empire to begin with - it's only an imagined hierarchy...play on a level playing field at least in your mind and you too can be king (or queen) of the castle..

Guava chablis buzz wears down...loneliness consumes...silence broken by a dog's bark and the sound of traffic passing by...perhaps a new escape is necessary...

jamba twice in a row - today's choice - strawberries wild...

just realized that Jamba fresh squeezed OJ is quite yummy...served over crushed ice...

I'm here. So what do I do now???

is what's inside really so different from what's on the outside? how we are perceived by other's a different being than our own self reflections? hmmm. what then about how people will say - wow she has a really good spirit? have they seen through the facade and seen the real person within? do they have xray vision? if they do - once I learn the truth - will that change me inside or outside - because I now know? do we metamorphose into the being that we want them to see? or the one that they think they see?

another week ends
the momentum moves forward
into the weeked hours
we march, we march toward

to a personal nature
cares of the day turn
planning out the weekend minutes
see them slipping by - for more I yearn

lost in the planning
can't find control
can't grasp the point
that on time will roll

release your inner poet
you may not have ever thought yourself to be a lyrical master or a cyrano - but perhaps this inner poet lies in wait for release....

sounds of the sea
I am quite inspired to do some creative writing and to get all of your input on this - at hula tonite our homework was to think about how Waikiki of yesteryear is a treasured memory. How the sand, the music, the grandeur of the grand dames like the Pink Palace and the First Lady of the Pacific - The Moana have stood the test of time and are still a testament to a time of fewer worries, romance and Hawaiian elegance.

fun in waikiki
for two years my brother and I lived just a walk away from the beaches of waikiki - from time to time - when we felt a wild hair we'd walk from our date street apt. down to Kapahulu Ave. across the Ala Wai and go hang out down at Walls, or go grab a bite to eat and listen to some music at the International Market Place or at Duke's Canoe Club. Being so close made it convenient also to attend the Aloha Week Festival waikiki Hoolaulea street party or the Japan Festival. But, besides the music, the hustle and bustle of visitors, and cars on the cruise, the most haunting inescapable sounds of the gentle waters rustling at the nearby Waikiki beach were really etched in my mind.

On one occasion my calabash cousin and I sat at one of Mayor Harris' new benches along the Kalakaua walkway - and the waters were so calming - so much of a reminder of freedom. what a beautiful place...the moon shown above and the waters rhythmically lapped against the shoreline.

my sacrifice at Canoe's
my first and still only surfing experience was at the break known as Canoe's. I rode one wave feeling the rush of the water beneath the board - how exhilirating - what a thrill. the sun was near setting and my friends were determined to teach me a few things about surfing....i learned that paddling out was darn hard work, and that what the waters want - the waters will take...a shiny gold bauble - my 16th birthday Hawaiian heirloom gold band sunk through the crystal clear waters as the wave sucked it right off my finger where it had been stuck for over a year..like slow motion I jumped off the board trying to grasp it - but the waves ebbed and flowed and the next thing we knew - the sand had covered it hiding the band from our sight. maybe it was the surfing gods collecting their toll for providing that wonderful first ride...

what are your memories of Waikiki?
note if you checkout the webcam - i recommend looking at the past 12 views of the day - it's really quite marvelous..

lookin po nub in all the wrong places
could that be the story of Trishelle and Steven? Antony & Cleopatra? or is that the story of us all? do we look to material things? do we look to some perfect image? do we think that love will flow down on us because of something we do or say, how much money we earn or how we dress? or is it like the Gatorade slogan "It's in You"?

a soft cool breeze blows - the scent of plumeria wafts into the house...banana leaves rustle...morning sun rises over the pupukea bluffs.

I sure am an American idol fan - just disappointed that I usually have to read about who got the boot - since I'm at hula on results night. Clay was my favorite - but I do feel Ruben has arrived! The leather jacket, losing the 205 jerseys was a big move for a big guy - he is the idol - and I still want to hear good things from the powerful voice of Clay. I feel his place will be as the next "it" boy of musical theatre. Other favorites on the show include - Kimberley Caldwell and Kimberly Locke.

POSTING FOR LOUIS:

"moving through the streets at night with your
hands grip tightly to the wheel. vibrations from
your stereo fills the compartment. laughter and
smiles from each passenger fills the void. i
guess that's what hanging out with friends is all
about...."