and the dude said, "let there be light"

weird thing just happened. i hear this bigass truck stop outside my house (it's 10:30pm) with yellow strobe lights flashing on like, four different cycles (lots and lots of flashing...). i wonder wtf he's doing 'cause this bigass truck has a hydrolic lift on the back. i thought at first that he was trying to trim our tree (our neighborhood has these 'community' trees that residents can optionally have in their front yards between the sidewalk and the road....very interesting. turns out he's not cutting trees...i notice he has no storage bins or anything of that sort. instead, he lifts himself up to a streetlight across the street which, i notice, is dead.

very odd....what a job. he works alone *shrugs*

either way, i wasn't really planning on blobbing tonight 'cause i was really tired...but then my mom just went to sleep and, contrary to logic, i have a renewed vigor. i wonder if i should be worried that solitude brings me warmth...

well, regardless, here i am. been a few days, very unlike me, sorry. if you're wondering why it's because i basically haven't been home a whole lot since saturday night. went out, came home and slept. went out, came home and slept. went to work, went out, came home and slept (two hours, monday). went to work, went out, came home and slept (five hours, tuesday night). went to work, went surfing, and here i am. i spent today at windward community college in kaneohe (about a half hour drive from UH, under the ko`olau mountain range which seperates the windward from the leeward side). it's just another state-owned school (duh) so we work in conjunction with them sometimes....and they got a new bookstore so me, my boss, and three other guys were sent to help them move....which basically meant we do all the work and they sit around seeing if their old pens work as they empty their desks. meh. took six trips with a BIGASS truck and took about five hours. it was really hard work...we got treated to some good lunch at the cafeteria, and got home five minutes after 4:30pm (pau hana time). a very trying day.

after that i went surfing with thomas. we were going to go to kewalo's but it was HUUUUGE, so we were gonna go to diamond head (deep reef) but traffic sucked so we went to the kaiser bowls instead (close to kewalo's, just outside of waikiki) which i had not yet surfed (i used to bodyboard there all the time, though). by this time it was actually kinda late but it was also HUUUUGE here. i actually got another big scare and did something i can't really ever remember doing...i panicked. i was trying to dive this REALLY big wave when i got caught inside and i think i slipped on the board or something so instead of going under i got POUNDED. and (fill you in) when you duck dive a wave, most people exhale so you can sink more....unfortunately this means if you fuck up, you're underwater with no air in your lungs, which is what happened to me. so i was getting tossed around underwater by this wave with no air, and i panicked...i started flailing with my feet trying to swim up....definitely NOT the thing you should do when this happens because there's REEF. rather shallow reef too, so you're just supposed to kinda relax 'till the wave dies and you float up...but i freaked and kicked, and kicked the reef with my left foot again. i got a bruise/scrape on the side and a bruise/scrape/possibly sprained ring toe. dumb dumb dumb. guess there's only one way to learn...huh.

but, as usual, everytime i go out i make some milestones. after that happened and i'm still alive, i can deal with it better next time...i also took off on some pretty gnarly (yes i said gnarly) waves and had some great rides...even though i could barely see 'cause the sun had already gone down.

that's it for the surf review today.

so yeah, i'm enjoying being 21. cat seems to have a renewed interest in haniging out with me now that her boyfriend went back home (east coast) and i can come drinking with her now....skeptical, still, but we have a lot of fun together. candace's friend kristi is a day younger than me too, so we went out. i ended up having a decent time even with candace around. i mean, i had a good time, actually...but a lot of that was because 1) matt wasn't around, and 2) i took every opportunity to ridicule her, degrade her, and embarass her under the guise of good fun. the result? not a single serious word passed between us and she took it. *shrugs*

so that's me, who're you?

twenty one years ago today

a woman known to most of the world as only "jess's mom", popped out the attrocity you know and love as jess masao makana kaneshiro. and twenty one years later, he takes a tequila shot with a friend of his who's never taken a tequila shot in her life....although she still hasn't taken a tequila shot because even after pouring half of her DOUBLE shot into mine, she couldn't drink more than a tongue coating. oh well....i guess i'll have to spread the word elsewhere.

nice time, chill time. i spent a lotta time tonight just watching people getting a feel for the hawaii club life...much different than new york....then again the "21 and over" scene is much different than the "you need my money" scene surrounding most colleges. i was reminded, yet again, how much i like local girls. oh well. kinda funny, actually, getting in. we went at about eleven, and i thought it would be interesting if i got in with my fake and left 21 years old. the bouncer didn't buy the fake, and for it's last use in it's short life span, my fake ID failed me for the first time. amazing. i tried to tell the bouncer that i was turning 21 in one hour and he said "well come back in one hour"....yeah. so we went to vicky's (my friend's) radio station. well, not hers, she's just one of the dj's for UH's college station (ktuh.org, she's known as dj dora). hung out for a while, met the dude who was on at the time who's a japanese rasta...very fuckin' weird. he calls himself dr. dread. haha

went back to the club at midnight, he looks at my ID and is like...oooooh, i get it....'cause he didn't believe me before, and ends up letting me in free over the $5 cover. good shit. didn't drink too much 'cause i had to drive. drank more than i should've before driving anywya but a 12 inch. sub and two 6x9's behind a 600 watt amp and reel big fish pumpin' the fuel, i was good t'go. well...i'm home safe....i guess that's good t'go. i'll be more careful next time.

and just like that, i'm legal. tomorrow night my parents are taking me to red lobster (lobster is my favorite food...expensive tastes...) and i get to order some shitty cocktail and claim to not be the double D. all in good taste. then i'm going to the state farm fair...a carnival type thing that happens every year at aloha stadium...with a big petting zoo. it's pretty fun. there's also a band that could be some good fun (a friend's favorite).

alright, i'm gonna finish yet another beer and pass out.

toodles

wow, i've been slacking

so i typed a bunch a few minutes ago but erased it all by accident. either way, yeah, sorry i haven't blogged much but i haven't been in the mood. kind of an introverted mood, i guess. i've been surfing a lot, that's about it. some things that have been occupying my mind:

1) i think i'm going to take japanese and watch a lot of animes
2) i want to be a jack of all trades: mechanic, electrician, carpenter, and sound engineer. all.
3) candace emailed me, i haven't answered
4) surf is good
5) next week is my last week of work....after that i surf for a week, hang with sai for almost a week, and chill in nyc for two weeks, then school
6) turning 21 isn't as exciting as it was three years ago
7) i'm losing friends here...and i feel like i've just been prolonging the agony my continuing to try. i have a much better idea of where my company is wanted
8) i want more comments :(

alright, publish

rest

first time in a while, i've decided to rest tomorrow from both ultimate and surfing. out surfing today (2-4ft.) at diamond head i got pounded a few times and my back was getting pretty aggravated, i almsot came in because of it, but stayed for a few more sets instead. i'm sure work does not help it at all since i have to lift so much and bend down even more....but yeah. i think i need a bit of a break.

surfing was awesome, though. met up with thomas after dropping my dad off at the bus stop and hit that shit like the shitty surfers we are : ) i caught some of the biggest waves i've ever attempted. diamond head's a real mellow wave though. no barrel at all, so it just kinda mushes into whitewater, but it's still got peaks so it makes a real clean wave most of the time, good for chill riding, as well as learning. some monsters still came through though, one of them i got caught inside on and it crushed me...felt my back twinge there as i couldn't hold on the board as tight as i would've liked. thomas was on a longboard he hadn't used in a long time and was havin' some problems, but still caught some sweet rides (sweeter'n mine...).

i'm gonna try and get to sleep soon...i felt like shit today at work. ...eight hours of work on like, just over four hours of sleep ain't so hot. and then two hours of surfing...madness.

i'm an animal.

animal.

burn

played pickup today after work. it was a lotta fun :) my back was kinda hurting when we started but i guess i got a lotta endorphines pumpin' 'cause while i was playing it felt great. of course, afterwards, it's clenching up again, i'm gonna ice it in a bit. since before the loco moco tournament, i've developed as 'that guy who chases EVERYTHING' in the pickup clan. it's true though, i chase anything i'm close to. today was no different as i caught all kinds of weird passes that went askew. i followed one into-the-wind hammer through two helix's only to let this newbie try and catch it who dropped it. *shrugs*. i'm not spectacular at reading a disc sprinting towards the end zone...i mean...i'm good at knowing where it's going to GO, but the whole jumping over a man to get it i'm still learning. this does mean, however, that absolute swill that nobody is around is all MINE 'cause nobody else seems to be able to follow it. i am getting much better at jumping though. i've gotten compliments on those...when i don't trip or slip or whatnot. i fouled one guy pretty bad today when i had perfect position to making a leaping around the arms D, but slipped right before taking off and elbowed him in the head instead...oops. i called the foul on myself and he was cool about it (they're all cool guys). also had a lot of fun working some sweet flow.

flow is definitely my favorite game. i hate letting the disc stop. i wanna just get it and put it somewhere and make the defense continue to adjust to the changing disc placement....'cause really. when you're on d you get between the man and the disc...but what if the disc moves? then you have to move. what if it moves twice? then you have to think faster, move faster, or get fucked. i like to get the d fucked. (sorry blinn/dave) i get really bummed when the offense turns to the hucking game over and over resulting in lots of punts and a few points. sure, it works sometimes. but games are also practice...and hucks are only practice for two people. flow on the other hand is like teaching the bum how to fish instead of giving him a single fish for dinner.

just talked to mah man thomas who flew in from LMU last night :) we're goin' surfing at diamond head tomorrow after work. this'll actually be the first time i'll be surfing with a partner.....huh.....he gets to see how much i suck!!! (he's a longboarder)

redbull

trends

a trend i noticed early in my blobbing career is that during the weekends, people have better things to do than check blogs. which means....monday's always the highest traffic days. if you wish, scroll down to the bottom of this page and click on the little blue square with a red line graph on it, that nedstat's site meter for my page and scroll down to the day-to-day bar graph. notice that evey monday (this monday being the 21st) there's a peak in traffic. i jsut think it's cool....and it's nice when things have simple explanations.

and for all you peeps who don't check over the weekend....i'm sure you've noticed that i usually leave lots to read for monday :) this week's no different.

i think i had just about the most spectacular weekend of my life (i say that a lot don't i...does that just mean that my life keeps getting better? shit...someday i'm gonna run out of 'better' things to do...). on friday, after work, i went surfing at kewalo's during what may have been the BEST surf i've ever been (i think blobbed two or three blobs back). beautiful shit. that night was uneventful, ate good, slept good, and woke up after the first eight hour block of sleep i've gotten in like two weeks i think. woke up early in the morning and was outa' the house by nine to go to the loco moco tournament (also already blobbed). four games in 6.5 hours....so much fun. and my back held up, woke up this morning and i was tight, but nothing like a broken back feels like. today (sunday), i got up early again, after eleven hours of sleep this time (much needed) to go to the oroku picnic. i mispelled my yago (okinawan family name), it's menokanagushiku (not menokanigushku). it was cute. all the little kiddies runnin' around, of course sparking conversations between aunties, grand aunties, grandmothers, and all the mothers about when the first grandkids are gonna start poppin' out. they've all go ttheir bets, none of them involve me :) honestly....long-term-relationships are meaning less and less to me considering i'm not gonna be in one place for more than two years after undergrad i think....which makes me wonder whether i should wait or become a sex addict...jury's still out ;) (don't hold your breath girls....)

excuse me while i burst my bubble...

"but you're jess" *pop!*

don't worry eric, i'm GAY

what was i talking about, oh yeah. so the picnic was cute, as usual. i was to dead and tight to try and compete in anything. i just chilled...and ate a lot. bentos, crab, clams, desserts...good shit. i passed out after lunch 'cause i was just too full to move and too tight to move...my dad woke me up after about a half hour though telling me if i went surfing then i could have a solid two hours, so i hopped and left. good thing too 'cause it was SO fuckin' hot today. it's still hot. i usually don't like fans 'cause they dry out my eyes really fast but tonight calls for a fan. either way, went down to kewalo's again and it was smaller than friday, little less consistent, but there were still some monster sets rolling through (that i didn't touch) and very clean medium sized waves for me to practice on. i had the inside break almost to myself....only to other groms learning like me. one of them dropped in on me and i wiped out, but he apologized. as always, everyday i go out i do something one step better : ) i'm getting many more rides longer than the usual two seconds nowadays, good shit. even some backside rides which i couldn't do for shit before *shrugs*. i think tomorrow i might go out to one of those fucked up breaks by sandy's after work. that should give me a good pounding.

after i got out of the water and the picnic was finished, me and my parents went to watch 'pirates of the carribean'....i thoguth that movie was AWESOME. very solid story, great effects, and johnny depp is a great actor in my opinion. reminiscent of his flakiness in 'fear and loathing in las vegas' which really fit his character as the unorthadox, but oh-so-mutha-fuckin'-cool outlaw pirate fuckin' up everyone's shit. i definately recommend it.

then we went to dinner at chilli's and i had some monster fajitas. mushroom jack :) with bacon!!! ooooh, i haven't had bacon in so long. i think my arteries were actually opening up...god forbid. gotta keep my blood pressure up. which is actually true. when i was little younger my blood presure was so low that i used to get chronic headrushes....fainting once and crashing onto our old computer tower knocking it out of it's base, gashing my back, and freaking out my brother and dad. i was much more careful after that, and i'm much better now...despite still having very low blood pressure....whod've thought?

alright i think that's enough for the tangents today.

my weekend: surf, sleep, ultimate, foooood, sleep, picnic, sleep, surf, foooood, blob. i'm sure that makes for a perfect life. oh wait no...it's missing one key thing!

no, scratch that, there WAS porn.

to think i almost forgot.

porn and chocolate.

consolidation

i'm getting tired of checking all these dead blogs. not that the effort to click my finger on the bookmark is too much...nor is waiting for the page to load...but it just gets kinda depressing checking again and again and finding the same message everytime. i blob almost every day (in case you haven't notice) and check all the other blogs when i do (sometimes more) since i'm here. so i do check a lot. i deleted drew's blog off the bookmark list a while ago 'cause he never blogs (dunno if he even reads), and have just recently deleted eric's and liu's since eric lost interest and liu blogs every two months when sarah (or sveta) is pissin' him off.

just fyi : ) gimme a holler if you'd like to remedy this.

the loco moco tourney was spectacular, i had a great time. by the end my back hurt barely a hair more than it had when i'd started, so good deal....it seems i can make it through a tournament : ) two-day though...i don't think so. prior to today, whenever it even started to hurt i stopped and babied it, but today i played through four very high intensity games (these old guys can RUN...and throw like machines). we came in second out of six teams....losing to the same team twice...the first by luck (bastards caught so much swill) and the second they just outran us. i was one of the bottom players on my team....they're really good. but i feel like i made a huge difference on D. i got lots of compliments on crazy-ass bids and basically runnin' EVERYWHERE. good shit.

tomorrow is the oroku picnic, a picnic for my okinawan clan. there's enough of us here in hawaii (made up of five families, my family name is 'menokanigushku') to fill a large portion of ala moana beach park, it's pretty amazing, actually. kids, parents, grandparents, great, great great...it's amazing. good fun, games and such. i'll probably bail towards the end to go surfing for a few hours at kewalo's which is a five minute walk from the picnic.

oh and rachel finally emailed me like....a month after i last emailed her. she confessed that she hates blogs (mine especially) and doesn't read them (mine) so i can bitch about her all i want!!! sweeeeeet. she was talkin' some gibberish about bein' cold in new zealand 'cause she didn't bring any winter clothes. DUH (southern hemisphere). then she was asking me to clarify something about myself. apparently i'd told her at some point that i should not be told things because, even when specifically asked NOT to bring it up, i will bring up something that someone else said....despite being asked not to. first of all, rachel is blonde :) don't trust her

but, CLOSE to what she said is, in fact, true. if someone asks me not to, i'll definately try my hardest not to, but i am inherently a chatty guy and i don't like to filter my thoughts....so when i get drunk, it sometimes slips out *shrugs* i'm sure lots of us are guilty of that.

on top of that, though, i'd almost rather you didn't tell me something that you really wanna keep all hush hush. i like to be friends with everyone. one thing rachel mentioned that it was about you-know-who and she really didn't want him hearing about it. i hate that shit. she and i had been through this before, and when i tried to talk about it to austin (with him asking what i thought) i had to see how little i could tell about what she said and still tell him how i felt...even though 'how i felt' is, of course, related directly to what i know she thinks...or at least told me (lying bitch : )....and i hated it. in the end i usually told austin that it was something he should be talking to HER and not me about, despite how much i'd like to be there for him to discuss. it happened a lot to me in high school...i had to pick who i was going out with, and who wasn't gonna get along with someone else comin' along.....i hated it. so i try to avoid getting into all the little secret gossip circles 'cause then i don't have to think about it. i'll let the ones who care worry about it.

that's also one reason i like blogs and the newsgroup. if EVERYONE knows, then i's all good.

and everything's here, so i.......am all good.

good.

slackers

everyone's slackin' off on their blogs lately, besides christian who's showing a renewed vigor....who just said bye to hit up the siren festival at coney island. my brother was in town that weekend so he, my sister and i all went down. it was pretty cool.

so i'm leaving for this loco moco tournament in about fifteen or twenty minutes. my back's actually not feeling all that great 'cause i played really hard on thusday...surprisingly it felt FINE while i was playing, which is why i kept steppin' it up. AFTERWARDS, however, like, when i got home is when it started to hurt. very curious *shrugs*. i'm gonna try and be as cautious as i can, but i'm really excited to play. 'nother one of those days i'll be avoiding all pain killers....i like to know how much shit hurts. i've been getting a lotta headaches lately..kinda weird. haven't figured out why yet..i mean i'm not stressed. i work eight hours, and then i either go surfing or play ultimate most of the time...when i'm not dead.

speaking of surfing, the waves yestereday were FUCKING AMAZING. forecast said 2-4 i think but it was about 3-5, and more consistent than i'd ever seen kewalo's. the tide was kinda low ....low enough to stand on the reef so that was kinda scary, but damn the waves were pretty. light wind, just enough to glass over the surface, and swells coming in from two different directions so these pretty bowls would form making a perfect point break from time to time. of course i wasn't catching those monsters (keep in mind when two waves join, they ADD....so this was a big point break) but just as in every time i go out, i catch the biggest wave and take the biggest drop and have the longest ride of my life. it's very slow, but steady progress. i wish i coulda' stayed out longer but my dad was waiting for me and i haven't been surfing since last sunday..i've been concentrating on ultimate this week and repairing my board....so my triceps were getting tired and i could tell a bit longer and i would've pulled one of them. great shit, though.

i'm trying to convince my mom to let me teach her how to surf :) she's always complaining about not having anything 'fun' to excercise with (she does play tennis though) and surfing is amazing excercise...especially learning! how cool would that be...."i'm going surfing with mom"....haha. lewis (bro) surfs too, so anytime he's home i'm sure we'll be going out....although i don't know when that's gonna be...possibly not for a while.

aight, i'm gonna go get ready. gotta go find some redbull too : )

and maybe some skittles.

bubbarand and a visor

boingboing comes through again

an interesting snippet of some dude's blog about panopticism, i like it :)

talks about how reality shows are kind of an introduction to the panopticon, and shows quite impressively how shitty americans really are when they've got nowhere to hide themselves. for a long time (when i was younger) i considered calling myself a communist before really understanding what that meant. i still scoff at the IMMEDIATE discontent brought on by even the mention of communists, 'cause i think it really is viable....the problem is that it's always brought on by a tyrant. age old problem i suppose, one that i don't know how to solve.

then i was introduced to the panopticon (there's an imaginary link at the left, just click on the blank word : ) where all the qualities i liked in communism were presented in a more....palatable dish. i'm going to actually try and make some actual sense here since i started on such an empty argument (feel free to flame me afterwards).

i still don't know much about communism, and have no capacity (nowhere near) for understanding the darker parts of it. what i DID like about it, however, was the motivation aspect of it. i think 'motivation' as a principle in itself is far overlooked in most instances. it's probably considered more than often indirectly or tacitly, but i think it should be more directly approached. i guess my attraction to communism was that the motivation didn't come from selfishness like a more free system (democracy!) even encourages (perfect competition vs. monopoly i suppose). in a communist world, if you didn't do your shit, you had society to answer to. if you did your shit, granted, you were no better than ther rest of the town, but that made you a PART of the town. in a free for all competitive society, however, everyone is pitted against eachother and forced to outperform the other.

from an evolutionists point of view (darwinism, natural selection, basic evolutionary theory) i do believe that competition brings out the best in EVERYTHING. i mean, that's why humans evolved and beat down the octopus evolution (there was a theory that if humans didn't evolve then next in line was the octopus, but there isn't room on earth for two superiorities because human evolution supressed the progress of other species). competition motivates everyone and everything to be better. you don't have to run faster than the bear, just faster than your friend :)

unfortunately, humans are too smart for their own good (notice my distinction of 'them' and not 'we', clever, aren't i). our problem solving capabilities give us the gift of MALICE. we can openly destroy another's life for the sake of competition, the sake of survival, and the sake of superiority. other animals....they might just eat eachother...but i kind of think that's just fine because they're just doing what's expected to be done to them in the same situation. in human society, however, we've developed a degree of 'morality' which is so many different levels from person to person, society to society, that there are inevitable conflicts in "do unto others as you would have done unto yourself." maybe dahmer would've understood being sodomized and eaten, who knows.

BUT, along with our gift of malice, we are given the plague of a conscience. people all have their understanding of right and wrong, oftentimes it is thoroughly understood, and equally communicated between different parties. depsite this 'conscience' supposedly installed to keep us true to morality, we have been bestowed (yes we) with the gift of denial. as long as it is in our control, it can be kept out of sight. as long as it is out of sight, it can be kept out of mind.

SO, trying to link this all, we are faced with competition for survival and superiority, basic animalistic adventures in life. humans, however, are set apart from others because of the gift of malice (originating from cunning) and the plague of a conscience. set apart, that sentance doesn't make much sense in the whole argument....humans aren't the only ones with malice because malice is a human quality originating from the existence of our conscience. the two are brothers...or sisters....doing it for themselves perhaps?

other animals have what we MIGHT call malice....killing eachother and eating eachother's babies and shit...but those are innate qualities built upon survival and these actions are both understood and expected in animal communities. with the human conscience, however, we have justice and morality. some things just don't work right in an intelligent society, like male domination *shrugs*.

so along with intelligence we got malice and a conscience, but even with both, which are supposed to be the checks and balances, we got denial. the 'second accounting book' of the human psyche i guess. despite knowing what's right, knowing what others THINK are right, and even FEELING deep down what is downright WRONG....people still commit crimes against eachother because it can always be denied. coming back to motivation, our invevitable role in a competitive theater motivates us to PROGRESS. the motivation to progress sometimes overcomes the blancing forces of a conscience and our society begins to drift back towards an animlistic mob.

and finally, the panopticon. take away the element of denial and you have your checks and balances.....reinforced by the humiliation of 'the eye'. some people can live with being hated, despised, avoided, and ridiculed.....but in the end, those are the people that are going to be filtered out of our society. they won't reproduce, they won't teach their kids that mantra, and only the people who are comfortable making sacrafices for the sake of society will reproduce in a healthy environment. unlike communism, the motivation is for the positive effects, not the negative effects....sort of. i mean the same argument could be made that in both cases, failure to adhere results in you getting fucked....but in the commumist society, there is a roof of progress. one can only go so far, and can only achieve what the 'government' has chosen to be right. int he panopticon, however, competition still exists, and progress still has it's basis in letting people break out and work on their own to find all their little 'high chairs' where they excel in society instead of relying on some sort of centralized body to decide (which will inevitably make more mistakes). despite the competition, however, it's fair competition. cheating, malice, unfair advantages....they're all done away with and known to the world. criminals are convicted, conspiracies are vanquished, and lies are uncovered.

fair competition is all that lives on.

(i'm sensing a tie to ultimate rules...interesting : )

okay, enough'a that...i'm gonna go sand my surfboard and drink more.

whiskey

ARRRRGGGGG

i have FUCKING FIBERGLASS splinters stuck in my arms, jesus christ this things are a nuisance. i imagine they'll be expelled eventually but for the time being this shit HURTS. one of the materials used in surfboard repair is fiberglass cloth, used for large cracks or dings or whatever 'cause it'll soak up the resin and be like rebars in concrete.

but yeah...it comes apart very easily, and once apart they're like minute little daggers!

played ultimate today after work, had my dad drop me off ni the aims to catch the bus home....unfortunately, though, i missed the last bus by like an hour. haha! so instead i walked downtown a few blocks (i was near the ocean) to king street and caught a bus to kahala mall (from ala moana) and my mom picked me up there. note to self....ugh.


i need some rest, i think i'll actually come home tomorrow night and just rest and sleep. last day of pickup on thrusday before the loco moco tournament on saturday :) that should be fun. i'm psyched, and my team is pretty fucki'n sweet too.

i'll keep you posted.

glass

maintenance

spent a good time tonight fixing a bunch of small dings, a cracked nose, and a huge slash through my deck from someone who almost killed me. to fix these thigns you use what's referred to as 'glass' which isn't really glass, but a binary resin. you put a few drops of this hardener into the resin and it's supposed to harden in 45 minutes, but it's REALLY humid today so it's taking a lot longer....

when this coat dries i have to fix up a bunch of other dings and re-create a broken fin (that's how i got it...still free *shrugs*)....things i couldn't do 'cause i couldn't really turn the board over with other parts still wet.

on another note...i realized this morning that i think about candace a lot when i'm kind of zoning out...like...for example...suckin' down coffee and breakfast at six in the fuckin' morning after too little sleep. caught myself doing it and realized that i do it a lot. it's rather disheartening....'specially since i'm still pushing her away. she called once....and that was it. does other indirect things to just 'let me know' she's interested in doing something but i've managed to avoid her. she's not pushin' it, and i've got other things i'd like to be doing with my time right now. she can't surf, she's actually afraid of the surf : ) ("the surf" refers to 'waves'). good deal, no?

work is good. easy. i jus thave to keep telling myself i'm makin' money. i still haven't deposited my first paycheck 'cause i know i'll just spend it...but i'll hav eto do it soon 'cause i have to pay my credit card. i'm actually really enjoying my coworkers too. one of them is just fuckin' HOT.....and another girl i work 'around' but not with is even hotter. i love hawaii :) i go to the floor of the bookstore a lot so it's an opportunity to see th rest of the world, comin' in and out buying summer session texbooks. i love hawaii :) did i mention that?

found out thomas is comin' home for a few weeks too :) thomas is a good friend of mine from high school who's one of those i started hanging with more towards the end of high school and afterwards. he's one of the most laid back guys i know, always lookin' for a good time, and he's psyched to come surf with me :) i had a small hand in getting him into bodyboarding way back when and convinced him to use a gift certificate he'd won from school towards buying a pair of fins from T&C, a local surf shop chain. we had some good times, but he's taken to surfing. he braves the cold cali waters (he goes to LMU) in an incredibly overpriced wetsuit to keep warm. i think he's a longboarder though.

i'm very excited for the next two months

turn 21 (july 27)

finish work(aug. 1)

sai comes to visit (aug. 7th? i forget)

sai leaves (always a good thing, aug. 12)....j/k

i leave for NYC with no home to go to : ) (aug. 14)

whiskey 7

rawk

managed to get my ass up relatively early on a saturday morning today, very nice. i installed the camry's old stereo cassette deck into the even older van, which really had a piece of shit for a radio....and also put in two more speakers in the van, so it's pretty nice sounding at the moment. not very clean, and the boxes i built for the rear speakers (about six years ago) are...bad. they were my first speaker boxes, infact....i've learned a lot since then. they're very boomy...meaning they're too small and shallow. it catches a lot of resonance frequences because of it...when usually there should just be one. what that means is it sounds kind of boomy and you get these tones in the mid-bass that seem to just rattle your brain. good speaker enclosures (like my subwoofer box in the camry) don't do that....nuff'a that shit.

after installing all that i went surfing. went to a real beach today :) i felt like i was ready. i went to kewalo's in town. the forecast in the newspaper said 4-7ft., which was a gross overestimate. there were some solid chest high sets...i didn't touch those though. i took one HUGE drop that imprinted one of those 'images that i'll remember for the rest of my life' kind of thing. looking straight down a wall of water through the clear blue water onto the reef with the white water closing in from the right....and i landed it. of course after that i kind of have troubles. i can cut back (you go down the wave, and then 'cut back' into it) but then i can't cut back down. i either stall too far in front of the wave or i overshoot it and go over the wave....lot harder than bodyboarding 'cause you can use your fins to be more maneuverable. either way, kewalo's is a MUCH more powerful break than both queens and diamond head, previously the only two breaks i'd really surfed regularly. much more frequent sets too....so in two and a half hours of surfing i couldn't lift my arms anymore. i kept telling myself i'd catch "one more wave in" (that always takes a half hour for some reason) but a nice swell would come in and i'd convince myself to stay...funny how that happens. there were some waves i definately could've gotten hurt on, though, if i'd tried to catch them. i can handle myself dodging and ducking the waves, but i won't catch those monsters yet, i still suck ass :)

after that, came home with food for the parents, ate, and went back out to chill with some old friends. we just hung out at moani's apartment, drank some (vicky came over), caught up, it was nice. i haven't seen vicky in like, two years. she was one of my older friends, candace's year ('98) who was one of my close friends in high school. she hasn't changed much...same quirks and humors :) more mature though, takes herself less seriously. always good to take yoruself less seriously, heh heh.

get home at 3:30am, and i'm gonna try and get up by eleven, do some chores, and then head back out to watch a movie with vicky and her boyfriend of one year who i just met briefly tonight. it's interesting to see the kind of people these friends of mine who i've known for YEARS end up with.

sierra nevada and vh1

pain

kind of ironic, but when i'm home i live in a lot of pain :) mostly 'cause i'm so active, i'll go surfing, slice my foot, burn a nipple, get skin cancer, and my muscles get tight.

go play ultimate, get a blister, get bit by red ants, lay out (i somehow scraped almost the back of my knee...so weird), my legs get tight, my back hurts a little.

i stink.

go hiking, scrape my legs up, maybe sprain an ankle once in a while, blisters? not much. legs hurt, gludious maximus aches....

these past four days have been nothing short of BRUTAL, but lots of fun. tuestay, as i blogged, i went to work all day, as usual, and then went to Irm'as, (as blogged before). two days ago (wednesday) i worked all day, as usual, and after dropping my dad off at home i went surfing at half point, near sandy's. that was much better than irma's, but i did the one stupid thing i could've to make it dangerous (as blogged on wednesday); and yesterday (thursday) i worked all day, as usual, but ended up moving and carrying shit ALL DAY. i was really tired....but i went to play ultimate afterwards anyway. my dad dropped me off at the park, i played, hung out at the mall for an hour and my mom came across the wai`anae range to pick me up afterwards. MAN was i dead. i delved into my hold habits of redbull and sugar (sweet tarts this time) and it actually helps a lot with my stamina, but my muscles just aren't in shape. surfing doesn't do much for your legs, i shoudl run periodically. lots of fun nonethless.

and finally today (friday), worked all day, as usual....bit lighter than usual though, that was nice. lotsa tagging and just separating stuff...not too straining. afterwards, though, i drove my dad to a convenient bus stop that would get him home in les than an hour and went to the beach (waikiki). it was really slow, but there were some pretty nice sets coming through. kind of a creepy thing, but once the sun goes down (like...the MOMENT), almost every time i've been out there a few nice sets come through. it's one reason i always end up staying really late...i can't figure out why it happens...i wouldn't think the sun's heat would have THAT much influence on the waves...wind, maybe, but not the waves. *shrugs*
today was no different, as the sun set, two big sets came through. on a weird wave i took off on, i got a splash of water straight to the eye and it knocked off my left contact (i'm right-eye dominant)....that's NEVER happened before in the water, and i've been swimming with my contacts for four years. but yeah, there's almost a full moon and it was dark enough that the moon was illuminating the water, and i was at waikiki so the city lights also helped....but with one contact i had NO depth perception, especially in the dark, and i could barely tell how far and how big and when a wave was breaking....so i finally gave up and came in. i was planning on staying out there into the night 'till i froze....but that would've been extremely dangerous, for me and the others surfing, *sigh*. could'a been sweet.

afterwards i went and met up with my friend moani as she was finishing work. we hung out at ala moana for about an hour just chillin' and talking. it was nice to see her. i finally broke down and CALLED someone and the two of us ended up setting up a bit of a party tomorrow night for a bunch of us old friends. it seems i do indeed have friends.

all in all, a very good week. got my paycheck yesterday too, but didn't wanna deposit it 'cause i thought i might spend it :) smart ah?

salted plums

sorority fashion

i don't really know what's forcing me to say SOMETHING about this but i've got something to say about the latest women's "fashions"...if you can call it that.

for my job i regularly go to the store floor to deliver supplies to various parts of the store. on my way to the computer center delivering shit, there were about five sorority seeming girls who looked like they were on vacation in hawaii and decided to visit UH and were checking their mail on the demo apples on the counter. all five of them, lined up in those STUPID daisy duke shorts that are made of towels, sweats material, and at least two had something extremely stupid written on the ass. on top of that, they were wearing disgusting pastel tank tops with their bellies bulging out and scrunchies to match them. not to mention the tennis shoes.

and girls go out like this ALL THE FUCKING TIME. i can't stand it! they look like they're going out to excercise when they're CLEARLY NOT or they might look better in the clothes they bought ten sizes too small.

and why the hell would anyone wear a towel? i think it's fuckin' hilarious to see these stupid white girls who think they're black in nyc struttin' around in what looks to be a towel sewed into a pair of nighty pants and a matching hoody, traditionally worn with a pair of ugly ass nike basketball shoes which will c learly NEVER be used for their intended purpose.

and really, the ass is not a great place to put ANYTHING on a pair of pants besides fucking pockets. i mean jesus...there's why do i want to see some stupid fuzzy greek letters stretched skin tight over some hulking piece of fat that can go without name.

god i hate teenagers.

oh, went surfing again at a new break. surfed over a giant reef head that's exposed to the air when the water recedes. i could've been cheese grated had i fallen at the wrong time...but luckily i reamained on the wave just long enough to pass over it. i suppose i'll live to surf another day :)

starts with t.

so i thought i'd start blobbing again, 'cause tuesday starts with a t. although there it's not really tuesday.....well fuck you too.

i rather enjoy commenting on shit. especially since others have also been enjoying the comment systems we all so painstakingly installed....(it's actually pretty easy). don't worry, i'm taking no credit for the bustling of the blog community. i'm just happy to take part in it.

i imagine i would turn into a bit of a menace though :) remiscent of my perpetual posting on the newsgroup. good thing i stopped posting on that thing. now it's completely dead. for the first time in my life since i discovered it, i'm checking my mail without checking the newsgroup. fo' shame. and eric, don't worry, i was just pushin' your buttons, ill stop talking about it on your blog.

i'll talk about it on mine!

actually i won't. that night was a lot of fun, but unfortunately its memory is tainted for me.

we'll just have to have another one where candace isn't allowed to come :) and apparently we can't have it at eric's place since everyone's banned from his suite.

which means we'll have to get all the nakedness and orgies done before midnight when the remaining RA suites go under lockdown...you should know that our suite will be completley rigged with security surveillance...just so nobody steals our....um...um.... my movie collection! muahahaha. (i'll post a listo f my movies at some point...i'm close to certain that not many people will want....any of them.)

i went surfing at this sort of secret surf spot yesterday. it's a place called irma's that's the home of a very extensive reef system...popular for diving and spear fishing on calm days and a trecherous coastline of jagged reef and a`a (a very sharp lava rock). getting out and in are quite a feat...but i manged that. once i got out there though....jesus. it was really choppy, so it was a pain in the ass trying to read where the waves were gonna break....the danger being a break on my HEAD. that entire beachline (it's along the same coastline as sandy's) surges a lot. it goes up and down and in and out....meaning the current is insanely strong (i almost got dragged into the rocks) and when you're out there, you go up and down about six feet on RIPPLES. when a wave comes...it sometimes looks like it might build into a monster, and sometimes it'll disappear...sometimes it'll come through, but never as big as it looked. other times, something'll come out of NOWHERE and start rising on you...those are the scary ones. i only caught one wave out there...the wave i caught in. i didn't wanna stand up 'cause as you go closer in the reef gets more shallow (duh) so if i fell....i woudl've been cheese grated (what a visual...). needless to say, i was scared as fuck out there, but i'm pretty confident now that i pushed myself to do it.

oh, forgot to mention, there was no lifeguard, nobody on the beach, and ONE other guy bodyboarding who left before i did.

if nobody's around to hear you scream....


does it really make a sound?

lain

for those of you who don't read the comments on the blogs i have listed at left, i haven't been blogging much 'cause i've been trying a little experiment of living on other peoples' comments for a time : ) and new to my homes away from home is christian's (ctown) blog with his brand new commenting system, already blessed by the plague of yours truly.

i'll start blobbing again eventually, not to worry.

steak

word up to late night tv

because without it, i never would've seen goldberg cheap shot peter pan with a pillow.

jimmy kimmel live, they have goldberg on, who's actually a pretty cool guy, then they have some dude that dresses up as peter pan EVERY FUCKING DAY....weird dude. apparently straight too (married for 23 years, divorced...i wonder why). either way kimmel's cousin is the self-proclaimed champion of pillow fighting and challenges goldberg (after signing a waiver) and totally cheap shots goldberg and goldberg just gets this fire in his eyes :) it was hilarious. he was still playing but he was hitting hard. the other guy was good at dodging though...'till goldberg grabs his shirt and rips is right off his back. this is all after he "accidentally" clocks peter pan with a back hand windup. it was hilarious. i'm ashamed of saying it but yes i do watch wrestling 'cause every monday night my dad steals the remote from 6-8pm and makes us watch it...it gets addicting if you're forced to watch it...kinda like celine dion.

either way, goldberg is by far the coolest wrestler these days. no shit. no dumb stories. he just kicks everyone's ass.

i passed out after dinner tonight so now i'm wide the fuck awake unfortunately. i still get an average of 20 visitors or so per day...i'm kind of surprised. granted i don't know who the hell MOST of you are since you never comment, it still feels good. i do, however, refufse to believe that you ALL read ALL of this CRAP. :) i'm kind of curious how much memory my blob occupies on blogger's server....

is that guy still talking?

hey, you, blog more, so i don't have to.

tomorrow comes today

ever hear that gorillaz song? it's really cool...and takes a hell of a stereo system to play it correctly :) it shakes the hell outa' my car. it's pretty funny when my speakers and amps are fine playing something...but a song is so deep that it fuckin' rattles everything in the car. it's pretty easy to make a rearview mirror rattle...but when it vibrates so much you can't see shit out of it....in tempo...it's pretty weird. now SIDE mirrors, those are kinda hard to get visibly moving, but i manage, heh heh.

i'm gonna go deaf. i actually did a frequency test once and i can still hear past 19kHz (normal human hearing is up to 20k) and my sister, who always had the best ears (she played violin) could only hear up to 18k. my dad, at 56 years old, can only hear like...14k. it's interesting that i can hear that high...but the i'm pretty certain my 'volume' so to speak (i don't know the technical term) that i can hear is lower than normal. i can always pass the hearing exam, with 'average' ratings, but i can tell it's not quite as good as it used to be.

i also wonder if i have some kind of learning/social disorder 'cause although i can always 'hear' people talk, and usually when i get confused what they're saying i can even hear the sounds in my head....but i have lots of problems sometimes decoding mumbles i can't understand. you know, like, when someone says something and it doesn't quite register...that happens a lot to me. one of those happened where someone asked if i was deaf and i, tragically, said, "what?" almost instinctively as i tried to figure it out...which i did...and kicked myself. but yeah, i started noticing this a lot more in college where i hear slightly different accents and such. i also SUCK at figuring out indian accents, good god. i started wondering if it was some kind of social disability since for most of elementary school i was a recluse. curious *shrugs*

or i could just be getting masochistic again and eager to apply some sort of 'disability' to myself :) always possible.

on the other hand, i, myself, tend to mumble a lot. my mom can't stand it 'cause according to her i'm the ONLY one she can never understand. i am guilty as charged...i kinda do it uncosciously. sometimes my lips can't quite move as fast as my mind and i just blurt out these jumbles of words too quickly and it turns into a string of syllables instead of separated words. or when i think someone isn't listening i just start talking to myself anyway :)

hope 3rd of july was good at ctown :) man was that an adventure last year. thanks again, christian, for the craziest fuckin' 4th i've ever had (and possibly the greatest ever). i think tomorrow night me and the parents are going down to ala moana to watch some music on a stage they set up and watch the fireworks off magic island. we've done it a lot, it's a good time, granted i hate most of the music. they sometimes have some cooler shows though. i've always loved taiko drumming (japanese style of group-drumming on these great drums....almost like a dance) and they do that almost every year. should be a good time. i was contemplating trying to get a party together sometime this weekend...but my friends are all being lame and after years and years of being the one to call THEM, i'm giving up. gets kind of disheartening. it's usually pretty easy for me to amuse myself, anyway.

i'm goin' surfing this weekend....a lot.

mmm...movies to see, full throttle, pirates of the carribbean, t3, good shit

they should make a movie called good shit.

warm summer rain

that is all.

notoriety

my name makes another appearance on the world wide weird. my friend from high school (c/o '01) beth started playing ultimate, partially at my urging but also because it really is just a cool fucking game, and she started blogging from her first summer in boston. fun shit.

i love seeing my name on the web.

meow

so i started my first day of work today in the UH bookstore stock room/warehouse. yeah, job's easy....but of more importance:

i saw more hot girls (around campus) today than i usually do in a fucking MONTH at columbia. and most of those girls are the ultimate team *wink*. i fuckin' love hawaii. it's really uncanny. even one'a the girls i work around is really cute *shrugs*. always fun.

but yeah, i only got like five hours of sleep so i just wanted to sleep all day. wait...that's nothing new.

heh heh, beer.