All posts tagged: postaday

Weekly Writing Challenge: Writerly Reflections

Learning to read at a very young age meant never being lonely. As an only child, I both lost and found myself in books. In fact, some of my best friends were characters in my favorite books, like Ramona Quimby, Jo March, and Elizabeth Bennet, whose personalities influenced my own. Getting to know their outgoing characters definitely helped to quell the social awkwardness, that might’ve come  with being an only child. I began writing, as a kid, under my uncle’s and aunt’s encouragement. Being a voracious reader, they recognized my colorful imagination, so my uncle created blank homemade booklets for me and soon, all of the interesting stories that popped up in my head were put to paper. Although they weren’t stories and novels of epic proportions, they served as an outlet for all the creative churn that came with being an introverted only child with an overactive imagination. Writing had become such a part of my daily existence back then that I distinctly remember sitting in an entrance interview to attend a boarding school as a 7th grader and being asked by the interviewer, what …

Weekly Writing Challege: Power of Names

I was happy to discover a resource webpage created by Kamehameha Schools compiling the relevant texts and resources about the practice of naming in Hawaiian culture. The two primary resources are standards in Hawaiian culture that I last read in college as a Hawaiian Studies major, Nānā i Ke Kumu Vol. 1 (Pūkuʻi, 1972) and The Polynesian Family System in Kaʻū, Hawaiʻi (Pūkuʻi, 1989). For those of you unfamiliar with naming in the Hawaiian culture, the page offers insight to the importance of names. My parents had intended that the meaning of my name was “calm or open ocean”, which broken up, would be Kai (ocean) and Noa (free of kapu/taboo), but the literal translation of my name means “the name”, Ka (the) and Inoa (name). When I was younger, I didn’t give my name a second thought. It seemed too obvious to be special. It was also a name not many girls had. The older I got, however, the more I began to realize exactly how special it was. One gives life to a name. Children are …

Zero Hour

The clock struck midnight. I fumbled through a series of keystrokes, a vain effort to compose a blogpost worthy of publishing. I reached for the thesaurus and scanned for snappy, vivid words. The objective: to deliver eloquent prose, anecdotes or better yet, a story deserving of a 5 star rating. But reviewing the written content exposed an incondite structure and lack of depth. Free-flowing stream of conscious writing revealed no epiphanies. Desperate for inspiration, hungry for words, afflicted by writer’s block. I had arrived at “zero hour” with no story tell.

Seven Days in Dynamic Busan

You wake up tomorrow morning to find all your plans have been cancelled for the next seven days and $10,000 on your dresser. Tell us about your week. Being that I’m experiencing a bout of wanderlust right now, you don’t even know how much this scenario excites me! First off, I’d book a flight somewhere, anywhere, but here. Here are a few considerations: Distance – It has to be close enough that the commute won’t eat into my seven precious days of freedom, but far enough that it’s culturally different from Hawaiʻi and the United States. Affordability – Duh. Exploring – Whether it’s going to historical sites or enjoying the natural environment, the location should have a variety of locales to enjoy. I enjoy visiting “second cities”, like Hilo is to Honolulu. Second cities have all the modern conveniences, but possess a certain intimate charm. That being said, I’d head to Busan, South Korea. Busan is not as sprawling as Seoul, so it’s small enough to be able to feel familiar after a couple of days, yet I would …

Weekly Writing Challenge: Threes

Last month, we celebrated my daughter’s first birthday.  I was hemming and hawing about planning this event.  I didn’t want a big shindig, as I had been rather tired, but I was getting pressure from my ‘ohana (family). “How can you not celebrate your baby’s 1st year!” “You will not get this opportunity again.  She only turns one once.” “This is a party for everyone who has supported you this past year.” “She is your only baby, why don’t you put in some effort.” Hearing all this was troubling.  I don’t know why I was frozen with fear and feeling a bit anxious.  I had planned many large events in the past, but this time around, I was in serious exhaust mode.  I am fortunate to have some very creative, caring and loyal friends.  They all pitched in to help me.  We decided to scale back and invite an intimate group.  Since it was a children’s party, I was a bit outside of my element.  I didn’t know what a children’s party was supposed to look …

Clarity, courtesy of Dave Matthews

Daily Prompt: Always Something There to Remind Me A song comes on the radio and instantly, you’re transported to a different time and place. Which song(s) bring back memories for you and why? Be sure to mention the song, and describe the memory it evokes. I bought Crash by the Dave Matthews Band for the “Crash into Me” single, but the fifth song, #41, ended up on my life’s soundtrack. I was knee deep in transition when I added it to my list of all-time favorite songs. I was recently graduated, gainfully employed, and poorly transitioning out of a relationship. I had also moved from my quaint college town to the big city. It was not a graceful time in my life. I made a lot of mistakes and it was like real life was kicking my ass on the daily. I remember sitting in the middle of traffic one day, trying desperately to get back home. It had been an especially trying day and I just needed to retreat. The AC in my car was on the …

Weekly Photo Challenge: Abandoned

I was in absolute awe when I visited the Puye Cliff dwellings in New Mexico. From this vantage point, I thought I was simply admiring a beautifully rugged face of a cliff, but as I ascended each terrace and meandered through abandoned caves and chambers, I began to imagine families living and thriving in this amazingly cozy setting, tucked away safely in the bosom of their mountain. The Santa Clara, who descend from the Pueblo Native American inhabitants of Puye, will forever have a spiritual connection to this area, and for me, it served to remind me of  the intimate relationship indigenous peoples have with their environments. Weekly Photo Challenge: Abandoned

Weekly Photo Challenge: Threes

We walked along the shoreline of the Yongmeori Coast on Jeju-do, South Korea, and stopped at a make-shift station operated by two women selling fresh seafood. Large plastic basins were filled with cool water to keep loads of brown conch and bright orange sea squirts alive. Bottles of beer were also strategically and suggestively placed in the basins to entice visitors. We decided to indulge in the experience and as we waited, the women cracked open the conches and cut into the sea squirts, slicing them up for us to enjoy al fresco. It was the first time we tried these two foods and were all pleasantly surprised at how yummy they actually were. If we had been free of responsibilities after our little excursion, we might’ve indulged in ice cold beers as well. Oh well… There’s always a next time. Weekly Photo Challenge: Three

Weekly Photo Challenge: Treasure

After a decade of saving money and being indecisive about style, this lauhala hat found me two years ago. I had fallen in love with it, even before the staff at Kimura Lauhala Shop in Holualoa mentioned that the hat was made by a master lauhala weaver, Aunty Josephine Kaukali Fergerstrom, who was named as a Living Treasure of Hawaiʻi in 2011. One of these days, that hat will be passed on to someone in my family and I hope the next owner will treasure it as much as I do. Weekly Photo Challenge: Treasure | http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2014/02/14/photo-challenge-treasure/

Weekly Photo Challenge: Selfie

I bought my favorite pair of jeans from Ross’ Dress for Less. It’s a pair of irregular sweet and low Lucky Brand Jeans I found on clearance. The right side pant leg is slightly longer, while the left side is a tad snug in the thigh. It really doesn’t bother me because I practically live in these jeans on the weekends, when no one cares or notices what you’re wearing. They’re comfy and worth every penny of the $10 I paid for them. ♡ Weekly Photo Challenge: Selfie |  http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2014/02/07/weekly-photo-challenge-selfie/