Archive for March, 2014

Career Change

March 13th, 2014

As members of a civilized society, we've all been brought up to obey - respect is obviously a totally different topic - da laws put forth to not only protect but to establish an order for everyone to live peaceably together.

So it puzzles me as to why there is opposition on a proposed bill to crack down on repeat burglars receiving prison time for repeat offenses.

Wassup Wit Dat!

I thought wen you break a law - especially multiple times - you should do some time. Are there certain crimes dat are "ok" to perform? I would assume das why habitual criminals perform da same crime as they are well aware dat they'll serve no time and dat it'll just be on their "record".... watevah da heck dat means these days.

Then wat will deter them from repeating? It is blatantly obvious dat da majority of criminals will not waiver from da sole activity of breaking da law wen it's been proven to not only be profitable to da criminal - five fingah discount, nevah spend a penny - but having an arrest and/or conviction basically means nothing as there are no retributions for property crime back to da victim.

I am seriously in da wrong profession. I've been telling Da Wife we need - ok, I'm just dreaming - of a 70" 4k tv....... I might as well scope out a house in Hawaii Kai and TAKE IT! Wat's a theft conviction on my record gonna do?....... actually das if I even get caught. Who knows how long these career criminal records actually are had they been caught and prosecuted for EVERY crime they committed?

It also amazes me how Kailua has a serious of break-in's and they are all up in arms about throwing these thieves in prison. Wat about da people in Kalihi? Salt Lake? Waianae? I can only guesstimate dat their crime rates (including property crime) are WAAAAY higher than Kailua but then again I cannot source any specific facts to dat effect. Is it more tolerable (acceptable) in those areas? I guess they got elected officials' dat are NIMBY and don't want to have da community coined Crimelua.

Also, property crime can happen anywhere - trust me, it's happen to me on more than one occasion. CLICK HEA for dat mo'olelo. And da solution is nevah simple and da arguments will wage on as our prison's are overcrowded, no land for a new prison, staff shortages etc. so it's a cycle dat shows no promising end and nobody really cares or gets upset until it happens to them.

Should we lock up those who commit crimes? Wat kine of crimes would be "ok" to let go? Is even any prison time bettah than no prison time? Have you been a victim of property crime?

I guess it boils down to money talks and when it walks it literally pays to live in a "bettah" neighborhood or at least not be a victim of crime before you start opposing stiffer measures.... then let's see wea you stand.

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Bubble Invasion

March 11th, 2014

If there's one thing most people don't enjoy is being too close for comfort especially around strangers but most especially wen there's no need for it.

It's understandable if you're standing in line for a Disneyland ride but even then you wouldn't be breathing down da neck of da person in front of you so wen did it become ok to be chummy wit people you don't know?

Dis past Sunday at Ward Starbucks, Da Ohana and I were waiting for our order (BOGO - das da only time I'd buy anything in there) and for those Starbucks aficionados' know dat you place your order and pull ovah to a spot and wait for your name to be called. Usually you'd stand behind da person dat was in front of you cause theoretically they'd get their order ahead of you anyways so why dis couple decided to park their okole's right in front of me LITERALLY I have no idea!

C'mon man! Really? Wassup Wit Dat!

Not sure about you but I for one don't enjoy da feeling of strangers being right up next to you so close dat if there was any static electricity in da air, our arm hairs would lock like velcro. I nevah realize they was right there until I turned a little to see who was talking into my ear. Obviously they had no bubble of their own otherwise they would have noticed da "waiting area" was wide frickin' open to stand freely in!

It wasn't crowded as it normally gets and there were choke tables open to sit on. Da people dat was waiting for their order had spaced themselves far enough to avoid sharing B.O. so I'm still puzzled as to why da heck these space invaders couldn't catch on? Has your bubble evah been invaded? Are you a bubble buster? Do you end up moving or asking da person(s) to make space? Should I have "tripped" and spilled Da Baby's formula all ovah their legs?

Maybe next time I should change a stinky diaper.... now dat would create space in a hurry yeah? 😆

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Brass Or Nickel

March 8th, 2014

As most of you know - or figured out by now - I coach youth baseball.

It definitely isn't for pay and I can't believe it's going on *gulp* 21 years now! Da irony of it all? I don't like baseball all too much neither do I watch or keep up with any baseball teams other than highlights shown on ESPN.

I know I know..... Wassup Wit Dat!

Well, long story short. I was asked by a friend loooooong time ago if I wanted to help him coach.

BL:  "Coach wat?"
Friend:  "Uh, baseball - what else?" (He's a baseball fanatic)
BL:  "Baseball? BASEBALL?! Dat isn't even a contact sport!" (BL played football and loves contact sports)

On the very first day I show up to the field expecting "teenagers" but wat did I see? Little 5-year old munchkin rugrats wearing gloves too big and hats that didn't fit. AI-GOO!   🙄

We had a majority of those kids for the next six/seven years and it was really interesting to see them grow especially now that I run into them - or their parents - and they are now adults!

My friend "retired" nearly a decade ago and I've been carrying the torch alone ever since - at times coaching two teams in a single season. 

Why do I do it?

For the most part, I tell both the keiki and parents I don't coach baseball... I coach life. If they want hardcore baseball they've signed up at the wrong place. Don't take me wrong, the players will learn the sport and I can say with certainty that they leave the program learning more about baseball in four months than they've learned the past six years they've been playing.

I also coach in a low-income latch-key community where I've seen too many punks with no guidance or direction...... I can say that because I grew up there for most of my young life and now as an adult, spend my afternoons there for a quarter of the year. I've seen and experienced things most keiki should not and know how tough it is to be an environment where most of the people you see are struggling one way or another.

Thank goodness for having been raised by "old school Korean parents" and coaches and teachers who cared. Now I blend all the influences I've been fortunate enough to experience and share them through coaching - hopefully it'll sink in for those keiki trying to balance on the fence of life.

As each season starts, I always read this little story as I've shared it before. Some say it's true, some say it's made up and others say it was tweaked but all the same, it's a reminder of why I still continue to do what I do after all these years.

In Brooklyn, New York, Chush is a school that caters to learning disabled children. Some children remain in Chush for their entire school career, while others can be mainstreamed into conventional schools.

At a Chush fund-raising dinner, the father of a Chush child delivered a speech that would never be forgotten by all who attended.

After extolling the school and its dedicated staff, he cried out, "Where is the perfection in my son Shaya? Everything God does is done with perfection. But my child cannot understand things as other children do. My child cannot remember facts and figures as other children do. Where is God's perfection?"

The audience was shocked by the question, pained by the father's anguish, stilled by the piercing query.

" I believe," the father answered, "that when God brings a child like this into the world, the perfection that he seeks is in the way people react to this child."

He then told the following story about his son Shaya:

One afternoon Shaya and his father walked past a park where some boys Shaya knew were playing baseball. 

Shaya asked, "Do you think they will let me play?"

Shaya's father knew that his son was not at all athletic and that most boys would not want him on their team. But Shaya's father understood that if his son was chosen to play it would give him a comfortable sense of belonging.
Shaya's father approached one of the boys in the field and asked if Shaya could play. The boy looked around for guidance from his teammates. Getting none, he took matters into his own hands and said "We are losing by six runs and the game is in the eighth inning. I guess he can be on our team and we'll try to put him up to bat in the ninth inning."

Shaya's father was ecstatic as Shaya smiled broadly. Shaya was told to put on a glove and go out to play short center field.

In the bottom of the eighth inning, Shaya's team scored a few runs but was still behind by three. In the bottom of the ninth inning, Shaya's team scored again and now with two outs and the bases loaded with the potential winning run on base, Shaya was scheduled to be up. Would the team actually let Shaya bat at this juncture and give away their chance to win the game? Surpassingly, Shaya was given the bat.

Everyone knew that it was all but impossible because Shaya didn't even know how to hold the bat properly, let alone hit with it. However as Shaya stepped up to the plate, the pitcher moved a few steps to lob the ball in softly so Shaya should at least be able to make contact.

The first pitch came in and Shaya swung clumsily and missed. One of Shaya's teammates came up to Shaya and together the held the bat and faced the pitcher waiting for the next pitch. The pitcher again took a few steps forward to toss the ball softly toward Shaya. As the pitch came in, Shaya and his teammate swung at the bat and together they hit a slow ground ball to the pitcher.

The pitcher picked up the soft grounder and could easily have thrown the ball to the first baseman. Shaya would have been out and that would have ended the game. Instead, the pitcher took the ball and threw it on a high arc to right field, far beyond reach of the first baseman.

Everyone started yelling,"Shaya, run to first. Run to first." Never in his life had Shaya run to first. He scampered down the baseline wide-eyed and startled. By the time he reached first base, the right fielder had the ball. He could have thrown the ball to the second baseman who would tag out Shaya, who was still running. But the right fielder understood what the pitcher's intentions were, so he threw the ball high and far over the third baseman's head. Everyone yelled, "Run to second, run to second." Shaya ran towards second base as the runners ahead of him deliriously circled the bases towards home. As Shaya reached second base, the opposing short stop ran to him, turned him in the direction of third base and shouted, "Run to third." As Shaya rounded third, the boys from both teams ran behind him screaming, "Shaya run home."

Shaya ran home, stepped on home plate and all 18 boys lifted him on their shoulders and made him the hero, as he had just hit a "grand slam" and won the game for his team.

"That day," said the father softly with tears now rolling down his face, "those 18 boys reached their level of God's perfection."


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Bumpy Ride

March 6th, 2014

At one time or anoddah, you've driven - or ridden - on our city roads and there's no denying dat they are in disrepair especially wat seems like it's only happening on da major roadways. We pretty much know wea da potholes are and I not surah if it's just me, but it seems like da potholes are biggah and deeper these days.

Steel plates on da roads are not uncommon as well but wit da rail being built, they are tearing up da road to get underneath for LOOOONG stretches and since da work isn't pau overnight, they put da steel plates to serve as da temporary "road".

Depending on your ride, you're prone to do one of two things, 1) avoid 'em or 2) drive ovah 'em. How you drive ovah them will depend on how much you care for your vehicle. If you no kea, you just drive on top of 'em without even slowing regardless of how lumpy or bumpy it may be and da more "precious" your ride, da more "careful" you try and be.

So it was trippy to see driving home da oddah weekend a rare sight. As you can see above, there's a long stretch of steel plates by da Sears Distribution Center in Pearl City and like an agility drill, da steel plates alternated between lanes. Wat Da Wife and I didn't expect was watching a vehicle in front of us maneuvering between da small gaps avoiding da plates performing "S" maneuvers.

Dat vehicle was....... TheBus!

It wasn't a shuttle version or a regular sized bus, it was da extended supah long kine and at first we thought there was something on da road so I slowed down to observe da road and once we passed da Sears Distribution Center it hit me dat da drivah was avoiding da plates!

Wassup Wit Dat!

I dunno about you but 1) da drivah no own da bus or pay to maintain it, 2) TheBus weighs like wat? A gazillion pounds? and 3) you would tink dat da passengers would be more nauseous during "S" maneuvers than riding ovah da little bumps of steel plates especially on a bus.

It was even more funny in dat as we drove ovah da plates.... it was actually SMOOTHER than da road itself! 😆

Do you avoid da steel plates? Is your ride precious enough to tip toe ovah 'em? Are you an evasive drivah specialist?

Watevah you do, no jam your brakes hard on 'em if they stay wet unless you practicing driving on ice.... or you TheBus.


March 4th, 2014

Just had to share dis one quick photo I took at an office supply store (fo'got which one) but I was totally tripping out dat these were still around yet alone still being sold!

Did you check out da price on those suckahs????

Wassup Wit Dat!

I'm surah there's either software on your computer or your phone dat can handle da task of a...... Rolodex. LOL 😆

Eh, no lie - you get one of these on your desk right now yeah? No shame you know dat you still living in da 80's.

Wat else you get on your desk das one "relic"?

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