spring break!!!

Wow. So its Monday night and it just dawned on me that SPRING BREAK IS OVER! What a shocker and a disappointment. First of all, it feels as if spring break just started. Secondly, I was in Maui with my family half the time and wasn’t able to enjoy many long leisurely days with friends. And on a third note, most of the other high schools on the island have one more week!! Ah, what I really am trying to say is "I NEED ANOTHER BREAK!" (If my case of senioritis wasn’t bad enough before break, I don’t know how ill endure the next couple of weeks.)
Needless to say, I thoroughly enjoyed this past week. It was refreshing to say the least. I had a chance to see old faces and chill with people who I haven’t been able to hang out with as much. On Saturday I was reunited with some of my favorite dance team alums at our traditional buca de beppo hang out. It was nice to play catch up and reminisce on our many experiences (some hilarious and some awkward) with charming buca waiters. But that was cut short as I headed off to Maui.
On Wednesday morning I flew to Maui with my mom and younger brother. Normally family vacations are rather dull. But it surprises me to say that I actually enjoyed this past trip. We stayed in Maui for three nights at three different hotels (we couldn’t find one hotel vacant for three days). During the four days we were there we drove up to Haleakala, found my prom dress, went down at least a dozen waterslides a day and just...relaxed, chilled out and enjoyed the beauty of Maui. Maui was a miracle because for four days there were no arguments, just smiles. Hah then it was back to Oahu and normal family life soon resumed.
Although for Iolani students, and us Punahou students, spring break was cut short, overall I had a blast. Especially since the best was saved for last. On Sunday, my friend Chris and I decided to throw a last hurrah bbq at my pool (which was pretty much for us since all our friends who came had at least another week of break.) After playing our self made Jacuzzi marshmallow game, having a spontaneous egg fight and howling out Biz Markie’s Just a Friend at the top of our lungs, I think its safe to say that the six of us had a great time. It’s been a while since we’ve all hung out like that. The theme of this spring break definitely seems to be reuniting old friends. It’s been a breath of fresh air. It kind of reminds of song I was taught in elementary. Make new friends, but keep the old. One is silver but the others gold.
Yup, that was my spring break. shoootz
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the road trip: part uno

After reading Aarons blogs about the road trip, I've been some what inspired to write my own take on that eventful Saturday morning. I had been anticipating this road trip since the middle of the week and I have to admit that I was pretty stoked for this island adventure. I've always been one to enjoy the outdoors. It reminds me of my shorter and darker days when I used fish, kayak and chill on the beaches of Haleiwa with my cousins. But that was back in the day. Since then, trips out to the north shore have been scarce but anticipation for those sunny beach bum days have reached an ultimate high.

Anyway Saturday morning, much to my excitement it wasn’t until 7:30 am when the guys finally picked me up. I say finally only because my day started 3 hours prior. You see, I had been told we'd embark on this grand adventure beginning at an ungodly hour of 5 am. Taking the guys seriously, (my mistake) my alarm buzzed at 4:30. All I remember thinking was TOO EARLY!! Yet despite the fact, I actually have to admit that waking up before the break of dawn was actually kind of a cool experience. Since my alarm woke me up and all I figured I should do soooomething...anything really. With that thought in mind, wrapped in my gigantic blanket, I carried my green folding chair and cup of hot steamy mocha through the front door and propped myself in front of the hallway railing which looks out into Manoa Valley. It was quiet...but not really a midnight quite (which is actually quite noisy), or a library quite. It was something more still and more calming. Well whatever it was, I enjoyed it. I think I must have eventually fallen asleep in the middle of the hallway because an hour or so later I awakened by a phone call and then it was off to the beach!

...to be cont

to be or not to be?

During lunch, a friend once said to me that to be nice is to be boring. Although I agree with the statement for the most part, it’s hard for me to believe that the only way to be an interesting person is to be a witty ass. I mean, sure coming up with a witty remark or a mean comment with a pop culture twist can be pretty funny but what’s the use? Sure it could cure a couple frowns and create uproars of laughter but if it degrades others, especially those who you're suppose to be tight with, then it’s not really worth it in the end. I mean even if such a comment is directed towards some random person at the mall or some lowly underclassman who you may not know, what does such a remark say about yourself and your character? I know that I for one would be a hypocrite if I said I never talked crap or commented on someone’s hideous sweater their grandma knitted for them. I'm down for it most of the time. "Smart talk" does have the unique capability to lighten a sulky mood or make you feel less depressed about your own circumstances. What would mtv shows like I Love the 90's or Best Week Ever be without the comedians who commentate? Yea huh, it would suck! But does a smart remark justly measure the degrees of a person's personality or characterize them as an "interesting" person? I don’t know. I've never really thought at length about this until recently. I just feel that stuff keeps piling up and up and if you don’t take time to reflect on your words and actions, they could eventually and easily consume you. Although I believe that wittiness and sarcasm are essential for life, I also believe that at the same time itʻs capable of destroying a life if abused. Just like Hamlet, I dont think ill ever come to a real solid conclusion. Maybe what I'm attempting to write or do or whatever is just to be more conscious of the things I say because who knows how the person sitting next to you interrupt your words.

xanga

Writing on this blog site reminds me allot of middle school and freshman xanga days. Xanga back then was the myspace now. Everyday people would log into their accounts and write blogs about anything and everything. In some sense, our youthful freedom of writing whatever was lost as we became older and dare I say a little more mature. Now that I'm a senior, I find it more difficult to write freely and not in thesis or essay format. Now that I'm older, I've become more conscious of what I write. Looking back on my old xanga, I see a huge difference. Although I wrote allot of stupid and immature petty little things, much of what I wrote was actually honest. It’s not as if I make up what I write now but I do tend to exaggerate sometimes.I think that writing blogs for comp will bring back the times where writing came more smoothly and at ease. Hopefully

i dont know what to call this blog

"Procrastination" and "indifference" are the two words that have taken over my life since second semester started. Entering into second semester I had anticipated the general slacking off, but never had I imagined how bad it would actually be. Don’t get me wrong, I still try to do well in school but turning in that paper for euro or studying for that kanji test becomes absolutely unnecessary and not motivating to me. Instead of focusing all my attention to school, I'm trying to best live out the months before I leave to college.
I know for sure that one of the things I'm going to miss the most when I leave for college are my friends I'm leaving back home. Even though I haven’t left, I miss them already. Right above the computer screen I'm staring into at the moment is a picture of all of us during our prime years. Things haven’t been same since junior year and I haven’t been able to hang out with my outside of school friends as much or like how we used to. For the most part, between the girls, it’s been easy to stay in touch but for the guys, that’s a different story. I really miss those guys, they became like brothers to me as lame as that might sound. It’s hard to believe that at one point we were all so close. We used to have the best talks during our two hour four way calls at 2 am on school nights. I know that when I leave such calls will decrease. That kind of bums me out. But then again, college is a time to meet new people and make new friends right?

Malama Na Keiki

Saturday night was the Hanahau’ oli Malama Na Keiki auction held at the Hawaii Convention Center. As tradition goes, Hanahau’ oli always invites the graduating class to partake in the auction and dining events, a gathering that is meant exclusively for the Hanahau’ oli parents, staff and board members. Not only was it a privilege to attend such a gathering but also I especially looked forward to reuniting with all the 01 alums.
I must be honest, at first; the whole reuniting with my fellow Hanahau'oliers was kind of weird. I mean, the majority of us attended Punahou, yet we haven’t spoken much since those first weeks of school in 7th grade. Of course there are those who I've kept in touch with and are still close friends with today, however they're also those who I don’t talk to even though we go way back. I mean I knew some of these people when they used to do really strange things like suck on their toes. Anyway the weirdness of it all quickly evaporated as we all reminisced on the days of bug weddings, tree house romances and crazy British teachers and such.
Overall the Malama Na Keiki program was pretty good. The food was excellent, even the bread sticks and the mint flavored tea. I not only got to see my childhood friends but I also saw my owner friend of Waiola shave ice. Also our two 01 alum tables were right next to the table with Daniel Dae Kim from LOST. At the end of the night we even took a picture with him. It was pretty sweet. The night went pretty well, the only thing that got me was how much and how little people change at the same time. Sitting at the table it was easy to see that even though six years had passed we all are still very similar to our sixth grade selves. It’s quite funny, each unique and even annoying personality quality that we had as sixth graders is still apart of us today. It was quite an experience being able to hang out with old friends again. On the other hand its kind of weird thinking that at the end of this year we'll be faced with another graduation and another group of friends. Its pretty guaranteed that current friends will separate some but its encouraging that no matter what happens a reunion is always in the future.