tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48235734687734375272024-03-21T17:30:45.085-07:00Dirty PidginOne Blog about StuffsUncle Keolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16625668739947288570noreply@blogger.comBlogger19125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823573468773437527.post-75955716984966071002011-04-24T20:29:00.000-07:002011-04-24T20:38:15.737-07:00Ice CakeBraa-aaa-aaang!<br /><br />da bell wen ring<br />backpacks on,<br />slippah's on da hands,<br />nuttin' on our feet<br /><br />we wen race behind da buildings<br />cut behind da office<br />down da rainbow color lanai<br />tru da ti leaf and red ginger<br />to da cafeteria<br />as fass as we can<br />cuz we wuz hoping for<br />da moss rarest treasure of all times...<br /><br />Da Chocolate Ice Cake!Uncle Keolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16625668739947288570noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823573468773437527.post-64661681846276179412011-04-14T22:14:00.000-07:002011-04-14T22:23:50.273-07:00Tree an' in LoveSmall kid time<br />Had only Tree tings I truly loved:<br />my red rubber boots,<br />my scoop net,<br />and ice cream<br /><br />when i was about tree<br />I wen love ice cream so much<br />I wen wake up suppa early<br />befoa everybody else ( bumbye I get caught )<br />an' i wen pull my little red chair<br />all da way across da kitchen floor<br />in front of da ice box<br />foa get to da ice cream<br /><br />I wen love ice cream so much<br />I wen sit in front of da tv<br />stay watching cartoons<br />an' i wen wack one whole half gallon by myself<br /><br />my love affair wit ice cream<br />was so frickin' intents<br />my fadda had fo' put one lock <br />ontop da freeza...<br /><br />cuz i was Tree<br />an' in Love.Uncle Keolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16625668739947288570noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823573468773437527.post-67297397571138965892011-04-14T21:39:00.000-07:002011-04-14T21:42:55.287-07:00Saturday Morning Spam & EggsSweet dreams...cut short<br />by da aromatic alarm clock<br />das wafting in tru my room<br />an' da familiar crackle and pop<br />of da frying pan<br /><br />I roll ova ontop my back<br />wipe da makapi'api'a<br />an' jump outta bed,<br />racing into da kitchen<br />cuz get Saturday Morning Spam & Eggs!Uncle Keolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16625668739947288570noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823573468773437527.post-25736797149340558562011-04-14T20:22:00.000-07:002011-04-14T20:28:04.037-07:00Pidgin - English TranslationsBumbye - Sooner or later<br /><br />as in: I goin' come ova dea bumbye<br /><br /><br />K den - Farewell<br /><br />as in: Hui braddah, i stay goin'. K den.<br /><br /><br />Shoots - Yes ( in agreement )<br /><br />as in: Wot, you like go beach?<br /> Shoots.<br /><br /><br />Da Kine - Whatchamacallit<br /><br />as in: Eh! Your bradda dem's house stay by... Da kine?Uncle Keolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16625668739947288570noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823573468773437527.post-1430969987707359422011-04-14T20:09:00.000-07:002011-04-14T20:17:03.079-07:00Quiksandquiksand<br />take me by the hand<br />give me a mirror<br />so i can watch myself sink<br />surrender<br />succumb<br />no fight<br />amused by my apathy<br />solace in the instability<br />comfort in the fragility<br />refuge in the inconsistency<br />mocking myself merrily <br />happily descending<br />into peaceful plunderUncle Keolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16625668739947288570noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823573468773437527.post-70002273940681132852011-04-14T20:05:00.000-07:002011-04-14T20:08:55.016-07:00Dining with EmotionsSwallowed my heartache<br />drank away my guilt<br />consumed my insecurities<br />devoured my inhibition<br /><br />savored the tears<br />choked on the joy<br />sipped happiness<br />doggie-bagged fear<br /><br />nibbled on forever<br />wet my appetite for love<br />re-fill of infatuation<br />shot of sincerity<br /><br />parched for honesty<br />chugged hope<br />sent certainty back<br />another round, pleaseUncle Keolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16625668739947288570noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823573468773437527.post-43577982700142570232011-04-14T20:00:00.000-07:002011-04-14T20:03:59.621-07:00Portraitmoments frozen in time<br />hold more lies<br />than the truth of everchanging lovers<br /><br />black and white<br />smiles and laughter<br />stare mockingly<br />jeering in contempt<br /><br />Episodes parade across my mental television<br />Re-runs of raw emotion<br />Fists, Kisses, and Embraces<br /><br />who we were<br />not who we are<br />merely memories for better or worse<br /><br />sweet retribution<br />flame<br />swirl<br />and danceUncle Keolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16625668739947288570noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823573468773437527.post-32697873063143980482011-03-18T21:59:00.000-07:002011-04-14T20:42:52.617-07:00Snack Time<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiurRlb7_sdeSR2f9uDyeNhT8hkmcDKguP92wF7AUfRZ53IuGyUGFeC1DjvxEDpItgPJL1sZCHNvtDLK7jEFV-tjsnf8BW363jBL_IVwgmv6AGt16shoMBjyMSw73485MpFeEu4UPLis10/s1600/spam_musubi.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 228px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiurRlb7_sdeSR2f9uDyeNhT8hkmcDKguP92wF7AUfRZ53IuGyUGFeC1DjvxEDpItgPJL1sZCHNvtDLK7jEFV-tjsnf8BW363jBL_IVwgmv6AGt16shoMBjyMSw73485MpFeEu4UPLis10/s320/spam_musubi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595650729849133234" /></a><br /><br />small kid time<br />snack time was always da bessesses<br />all us guys wen sit on top da lanai<br />and buss out wateva our madda wen pack us<br /><br />but I was always confuse<br />cuz my madda usually wen pack me oatmeal cookies or one granola bar<br />but dem guys madda's <br />wen pack dem kakimochi, hurricane mix, or nori<br /><br />i neva did understand how come my snack was so junk<br />nobody eva like trade snack wit me<br /><br />some guys even had plenny snacks<br />dey would trade fo' da odda guys one<br />but mines was junk<br />so dey neva trade me<br /><br />one time nick tomita wanted fo' trade wit me<br />one pack nori for one granola bar<br />I neva had nori befoa, but all dem guys had<br />so i wanted fo' try em<br /><br />i wen open da wrappa, all excited<br />but wen i wen try em, i wen spit em out<br />so nasty i thought<br />and everybody wen laught at meUncle Keolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16625668739947288570noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823573468773437527.post-58045588536547303682011-01-10T21:31:00.000-08:002011-01-10T21:44:02.521-08:00Dis Yea' goin' be One Good Yea' cuz...Stoked on one new year<br />get choke inspiration fo' do plenny stuffs<br />I feel like i get one fresh start<br />Imua...move forward<br /><br />Dis yea' going be one good yea' cuz<br />I get choke friends for cruise wit<br />Dis yea' goin' be one good yea' cuz<br />I goin' take time fo' do stuffs i neva do long time<br /><br />I goin' surf moa<br />I goin' grind ono kine grindz<br />i goin' write moa<br />and I goin' meet plenny new pepo<br /><br />Dis yea' goin' be one good yea' cuz<br />I goin' listen, dance, and sing<br />Dis yea goin' be one good yea' cuz<br />I goin' meditate and stop fo' smell da plumeria's<br /><br />I goin' write<br />I goin' dream<br />I goin' change<br />I goin'...stay goin'....goUncle Keolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16625668739947288570noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823573468773437527.post-51042964475948467902009-10-01T20:10:00.000-07:002009-10-01T20:14:11.018-07:00Gemini...to da Max!!!<span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;">Let me begin by saying, I was born May 26th<br />So, I stay one <b>Gemini</b><br />I get multiple personality or some shit,<br />Wateva<br /><br />Many times I find myself caught in one dilemma<br />Like I not sure which direction I should go<br />Cuz I get pulled from both sides<br />but neither side can win... STUCK ...like Doo Doo.<br /><br />For instance, my name is <b>Keola</b><br />which is one fantastic name, one Hawaiian name<br /><b>I am Hawaiian</b><br />but cuz I get fair skin...da name confuses people<br /><br />Dey always like, "You Hawaiian?" "You <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Sure</span></b> you Hawaiian? "You no look Hawaiian?"<br /><br /><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">"Wot, you get Hawaiian in your big toe?"</span></b><br /><br />I like tell dem,<br /><br /><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">"Yeah my Big Toe goin' sing you some falsetto, win the Kamehameha </span></b></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 14px;font-size:large;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">song contest, and dance in the Merrie Monarch...cuz he's Hawaiian.</span></b><br /><br /><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;">Hawaiian is Hawaiian...skin is not Hawaiian...Brown is not Hawaiian.<br /><br />But dats not my only dilemma,<br />I'm also in dis awkward place of <b>wanting for be one,</b><br /><br />E<b>co-friendly, unimperialistic, non-capitalistic, entrepreneur who sells coffee and DIY art... for profit.../...fashionista in one urban environment while respecting my kupuna, traditionally and contemporarily simultaneously.</b><br /><br />...among other things.<br /><br /><b>WTF.</b><br /><br />Frickin' Gemini.</span></div>Uncle Keolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16625668739947288570noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823573468773437527.post-43800852502182609162009-09-09T12:24:00.000-07:002009-09-09T13:03:47.890-07:00Spam vs. Hot Dog<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh13V-ASwQ_WwYmye5nlMFConwDdQoduWiOGP08cwRS4a_ljTgOfGi165BkfJNSIilKPhPlQHsWvJhLECKXvzf7TDEWEPypqPSrhcKvZucIw6DIwiIH1b3wBEnPc_p1NOfeyuCaAjr1gkA/s1600-h/spam.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh13V-ASwQ_WwYmye5nlMFConwDdQoduWiOGP08cwRS4a_ljTgOfGi165BkfJNSIilKPhPlQHsWvJhLECKXvzf7TDEWEPypqPSrhcKvZucIw6DIwiIH1b3wBEnPc_p1NOfeyuCaAjr1gkA/s320/spam.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379552357596478802" /></a> Ova da summer, was so <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">FRICKIN HOT</span>, we had for go to the waterpark. Granted, da waterpark is in Kapolei, which is pretty much Nanakuli wit one nicer name, and its hot as hell out dea... BUT we wen go anyway. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">SO</span>, of course we was hungry by lunch time and we wen go wait in da line at da concession stand like everbody else. I wen overhea one haole lady behind me talking to her daughter and da conversation went like dis:<div><br /></div><div> Haole Lady: (southern drawl) I can't believe they ACTUALLY sell Spam around here. We went into the 7-11 the other day and they had these things called Mu-su-bi. It's like Spam with rice. Disgusting. </div><div><br /></div><div> Daughter: (slight southern drawl) That is SO Gross. Spam's Nasty.<br /></div><div><br /></div><div> Haole Lady: So what are you gonna have for lunch, darlin'?</div><div><br /></div><div> Daughter: I think I just want a hot dog, chips , and a Coke.</div><div><br /></div><div> Haole Lady: That sounds good. I think I'll have that, too.</div><div><br /></div><div> As I wen stop for ponder this conversation, I had one simple realization...Spam and Hot Dogs are the SAME THING!!! They both stay processed by-products of da pig. So how come Spam is Public Enemy Numba 1 and Hot Dogs are da Great American food? According to da statistics, Americans consume <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">20 BILLION</span> hot dogs a year!! The 7 Billion eaten in the summer could stretch from Chicago, da hot dogs Mecca, to Frankfurt, Germany, da hot dogs homeland 125 times. </div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigSrfs6OMrHiF41gI1HETqAE46KlTpbyO1l2IP9ubpYjkZBP7qF2wdaN03Tt4EHDY21ZjmtxKIq1lMJJDHDj2ndYvMfeitkTlOOaAMrPN8efs-38PEuvG1H7eyiThvYnETY0B5b6n8tM8/s1600-h/K070419AU.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigSrfs6OMrHiF41gI1HETqAE46KlTpbyO1l2IP9ubpYjkZBP7qF2wdaN03Tt4EHDY21ZjmtxKIq1lMJJDHDj2ndYvMfeitkTlOOaAMrPN8efs-38PEuvG1H7eyiThvYnETY0B5b6n8tM8/s320/K070419AU.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379552345939178834" /></a> </div><div> Nothing stay more American than stuffing your face wit processed meat...As long as you call 'em one hot dog, NOT Spam. Dis is Joey Chestnut, da Nathan's Hot Dog Eating Contest Champion. He stay one American hero for beating the former champion, Kobayashi, of Japan. Chestnut has won da past 3 years in a row.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4bUC-pC8-aKQ7a-6YDwsL50r4F5n01FfDktkrRoCjUaD-yl_yhyYf4hjMGm88ALP4sE9bIep2kcHsUBImgS00CntCyIPABzdFVxbijXhzAI4-b4vvegctt9yVQKG-6clWxvjXxnaXFoo/s1600-h/joey_chestnut.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 251px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4bUC-pC8-aKQ7a-6YDwsL50r4F5n01FfDktkrRoCjUaD-yl_yhyYf4hjMGm88ALP4sE9bIep2kcHsUBImgS00CntCyIPABzdFVxbijXhzAI4-b4vvegctt9yVQKG-6clWxvjXxnaXFoo/s320/joey_chestnut.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379552342718295554" /></a>This pass year, Joey Chestnut wen eat 68 hot dogs in da Nathan's contest. He broke his own World Record! If he wen eat 68 cans of Spam dey would call him one terrorist. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO-OxsMNYof1Zgqik5BLDC6qUScVu-Oj_y7TdxV-1rE39STl_W3iX-6hA18iXk_xGCReJy0xRjQlMHqPMW7oVvy_JAvjJebw6qOKeS1fF3qfjFePOmXaxkfmRGI1VI38E6h8uhvQwdnPQ/s1600-h/images-1.jpeg" style="text-decoration: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></span></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsYDHLmK8ZmuTCOWOzx_K1vTkelA_6jPeLmfd1dK2rCwENzYj_SKF8U8wtWEruWqYep_HtES5hAdzaprp4YL6jekiSrvGPDHcEfrCcwQytvxN_-iGvhO6k5e6MHnsVlqnvhKz5SvqvDcc/s1600-h/images.jpeg" style="text-decoration: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></div></span></a><br /></div>Uncle Keolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16625668739947288570noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823573468773437527.post-52906981037293261082009-09-07T17:23:00.001-07:002009-09-07T17:59:57.221-07:00Ka'ena Point Cruisin'<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0hCrfa24k9eHg9Q_gvoccvhOC3tf7ahQlvCdAk_V2X701t3Ek5vl90mEhmMnxFZn6UqAf6Rgz0vnoLmKZgKKq8m8_2FqDg_7HVj22GMzlIuqK-iaYQtxJLVuMMJAqzbauhYXlBgAA0FY/s1600-h/IMG00136-20090907-1026.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0hCrfa24k9eHg9Q_gvoccvhOC3tf7ahQlvCdAk_V2X701t3Ek5vl90mEhmMnxFZn6UqAf6Rgz0vnoLmKZgKKq8m8_2FqDg_7HVj22GMzlIuqK-iaYQtxJLVuMMJAqzbauhYXlBgAA0FY/s400/IMG00136-20090907-1026.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378893057111047538" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Liliuokalani, Jude Boy, and I wen holoholo up Ka'ena Point today. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Was so much fun! Jude-boy and mommy wen explore da tidepools.<br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2gE6FJdc6k2IxQiGd8Ep3GXySfKTLE_lCoMqruxjGh35Lb-cIvAT-jt4TZ9yy2atnTtlKiz9zI7MRAKBXA_1Z-3mumKgvTVR-BP4ZdotVc3I1ElebzSaxANR5MlZBUGtHvw0aKg850TA/s1600-h/IMG00147-20090907-1055.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2gE6FJdc6k2IxQiGd8Ep3GXySfKTLE_lCoMqruxjGh35Lb-cIvAT-jt4TZ9yy2atnTtlKiz9zI7MRAKBXA_1Z-3mumKgvTVR-BP4ZdotVc3I1ElebzSaxANR5MlZBUGtHvw0aKg850TA/s400/IMG00147-20090907-1055.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378893046002441650" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Jude-Boy wen swim for da first time by hisself.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLbubosik1s3nLkrDjaH7uyUJP8y2C4vFCvStpymt4dZGGqHI2MnqRe16YsWNSRPJVSOyQr4nD9jT5Avzwb8xtiG1Eva94HWVONGZ-hq6BdMTCibISF_EqE9WC1xPLbTW8gAdRnW4bTuo/s1600-h/IMG00151-20090907-1059.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLbubosik1s3nLkrDjaH7uyUJP8y2C4vFCvStpymt4dZGGqHI2MnqRe16YsWNSRPJVSOyQr4nD9jT5Avzwb8xtiG1Eva94HWVONGZ-hq6BdMTCibISF_EqE9WC1xPLbTW8gAdRnW4bTuo/s400/IMG00151-20090907-1059.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378893036419022658" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">We wen find Sea Salt.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis3P1nEoyPhmnPm4XCWMFxQBomsGxpDPBxMSBxE8rROXKDmg_IiD3ZWyJ3g8rozItREI6aZVnXya-6VsTWw5zSzCwuGTKF60MvhOVIiO1Ng-g6V5BhL2IkpkmOfQ7NIRBZHvP1dZIpZgM/s1600-h/IMG00150-20090907-1059.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis3P1nEoyPhmnPm4XCWMFxQBomsGxpDPBxMSBxE8rROXKDmg_IiD3ZWyJ3g8rozItREI6aZVnXya-6VsTWw5zSzCwuGTKF60MvhOVIiO1Ng-g6V5BhL2IkpkmOfQ7NIRBZHvP1dZIpZgM/s400/IMG00150-20090907-1059.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378893026306266610" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Buggah was Ono!!!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiluoB3KvK_K2gFjSsiL3HdpBq6du65sMn_BeFa5tPsKKIZ2f3wDhD1ruiQU8VcJ1v-rABKeBFxyhXWtXPJOXq3qTdBcGoJL8BQRHM60ygba2DoZzXCDNH1gX3iNVjG1vYgEs1o04WgI84/s1600-h/IMG00153-20090907-1219.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiluoB3KvK_K2gFjSsiL3HdpBq6du65sMn_BeFa5tPsKKIZ2f3wDhD1ruiQU8VcJ1v-rABKeBFxyhXWtXPJOXq3qTdBcGoJL8BQRHM60ygba2DoZzXCDNH1gX3iNVjG1vYgEs1o04WgI84/s400/IMG00153-20090907-1219.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378893017792741122" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">An' we wen cruise down to da Old Waialua Sugar Mill</div><div style="text-align: center;">for pay homage to da origins of Pidgin, da plantation.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /></div> <div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Uncle Keolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16625668739947288570noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823573468773437527.post-38801270797735968632009-09-04T22:34:00.000-07:002009-09-04T22:48:18.323-07:00Kumu Kahua = Da Bess Deal in Town<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRf1B_UGuKxgRXkVqb9RWyxcBWHzoLjuTF3NPf3UXvKZjalGQ6b3Lg4om-yW7S2dBDV_wEL6DcDi58XEl_zCzPqDnvMh_jLGHPw42_39Ykb2S0YVCCj7x50d4fPRnWmtCFGjYD0WeHvEQ/s1600-h/0910statehood.jpg"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 240px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRf1B_UGuKxgRXkVqb9RWyxcBWHzoLjuTF3NPf3UXvKZjalGQ6b3Lg4om-yW7S2dBDV_wEL6DcDi58XEl_zCzPqDnvMh_jLGHPw42_39Ykb2S0YVCCj7x50d4fPRnWmtCFGjYD0WeHvEQ/s400/0910statehood.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377852649252104050" /></a> The Territory of Hawaii is Kumu Kahua Theater's current production. Kumu Kahua Theater, in my humbo opinion, is da BESS deal in town. Its one small theater in town on Merchant Street that gets pass by so much times, but still hides out. Da Buggahs ova dea produce "Plays about life in Hawai'i, Plays by Hawaii's playwrights, Plays for Hawai'i's people." Students get discount wit tickets only 5 bucks and everybody else is only $10-15. Da tickets for go watch movies is like $10 bucks and half da time da movie was junk anyway. <div><br /></div><div> I wen watch last months production which was "Da Mayah" written by Lee Cataluna. Was so Funny. An' da sad part was dat the theater was not even full. So if you get da chance, try check 'em out. Cuz it's good fun ova dea. Plus too, get Murphy's right across da street for befoa and after drinks!</div><div><br /></div><div>I going watch "Territory of Hawaii" next weekend and I will post one review, bumbye. </div>Uncle Keolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16625668739947288570noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823573468773437527.post-16496285449429091742009-09-01T15:34:00.001-07:002009-09-01T15:53:26.392-07:00Hanabata DaysIt's funny wen you tink back at all da stuffs you wen do small-kid time. tink about where you when live, what you wen eat, and what you did for fun:<div><br /></div><div>Hanabata Days was full of bare feet and bee stings,</div><div>Had Ice cake and school lunch</div><div>Snack time I always had fruit roll-up or graham crackers</div><div>But all da odda guys had nori and hi-chew</div><div><br /></div><div>Hanabata Days was May Day and Buta Hunt wit Frank Delima</div><div>was chasemaster and no masterbacks</div><div>had rainy days, which meant board games on the lanai at school</div><div>Connect Four was da bestess</div><div><br /></div><div>Had Mr. Tanji da skool cook</div><div>and Ms. Lima da skool nurse</div><div>Had Reading Rainbow and da Book Fair</div><div>and Family Fun Nite</div><div><br /></div><div>Hanabata Days we used to make kukui nut sailboats</div><div>and race 'em in the gutter wen had choke rain</div><div>Catch Crawfish in the auwai</div><div>and make 'em fight</div><div><br /></div><div>Hanabata Days was Pick- Up- Sticks and Linkin Logs</div><div>was nap time, pledge of allegiance, and da bugel horn at 8am</div><div>was late for school and wait for mom to pick us up</div><div>was soccer in the front yard</div><div><br /></div><div>Hanabata Days was care free, no worries</div><div>always had nuff</div><div>even if neva have choke</div><div>Where did dose days go?</div><div><br /></div>Uncle Keolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16625668739947288570noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823573468773437527.post-19958580751271381782009-08-31T13:53:00.000-07:002009-09-01T15:33:28.553-07:00Pidgin-English Translations<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">K-den</span> is equivalent to "see you later, adieu, until we meet again, or good bye."<div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Shoots</span> is equivalent to "yes, in agreement with, to concur."</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Bum Bye</span> is equivalent to "at a later time, when the time is </div><div>convenient, later."</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Da Kine</span> is equivalent to "Whatchamacallit."</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 265px; height: 360px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeyx-2wEJvT2Z6y4RCBOd6YEQ_MusvXq7RIs7xuwkF4eXtZtD6ZsedO6dSiizY9F7sH4a80eoz5Zsv8UEJDrfZbfUgEQY8YtiZPaiWM0qVOwWIAlVjI1S1pJxijJmxg_XCRFUAyCmXOx4/s400/artc.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376236803515090882" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Da Kine is Cold<br /></div><div> </div>Uncle Keolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16625668739947288570noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823573468773437527.post-30254851033385610492009-08-20T14:02:00.000-07:002009-08-21T19:18:26.937-07:00Pidgin ABC's<img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 227px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjox1BcBpv-JRiy4FYa-XFVUUJwBq2WH8S_rMH84XVpJxKB0jtNZyuBGMr1K_XdzfBN_wIkfPgr6bENGkFPlkRMuKSFEpNgQxTMeQXFKoKnu5LdSv-dKgwJLupnM8_vc9b0xRoGwdJ8fg/s400/AmericanAlphabet.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372604928336840882" />"Pidgin ABC's"<div><br /></div><div>Aloha 'Oe</div><div>Bum bye</div><div>Carang ya alla's</div><div>Da kine</div><div>'Eh no act</div><div>Faka wot</div><div>Guarrans Bo Berrans</div><div>Hawaiian</div><div>If can, can, bruddah man</div><div>Junk yours one</div><div>K-den...</div><div>Li hing mui,</div><div>Manapua ,</div><div>Nuff already</div><div>Opu full of... </div><div>Pau Hana,</div><div>sQuid Luau,</div><div>Rambutan,</div><div>Shoyu Poke,</div><div>Tantarant,</div><div>Under pants get pooka panty,</div><div>Vana too!!! </div><div>Why, Bodd</div><div>a you???</div><div>X-tra large shoyu chicken,</div><div>You stay Hungry?</div><div>next stop....Zippy's.</div><div><br /></div><div><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 86px; height: 108px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOr1arKOGLZZGnvpq0K_MJX-8W78rbFdTXZeedIsv2QJkp5pVMhHOm-QJ8thpUPi5QaAVBUFfAtK-TLOqFZL5u2eBsVG7527h4ORGAPrj4q_xMQAfl_QjfLluVlDM4-LD98qdBL6UGNxM/s400/zippys.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372606310436299986" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div> </div>Uncle Keolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16625668739947288570noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823573468773437527.post-6617865347754991682009-07-31T14:19:00.000-07:002009-09-01T16:25:55.252-07:00How Come Moke's Like Heineken?I neva undastan' why Moke's like Heineken?<div>Like its someting special?</div><div>So mento</div><div>, cuz Moke's always complaining about da frickin' haoles</div><div>But Heineken stay from Holland</div><div>Da most Haole-ist place on earth.</div><div><br /></div><div>Da stupid bottle is green,</div><div>Who the hell cares!!</div><div>You would tink Moke's would like Brown bottles, cuz dey stay brown</div><div>But NO...Dey like da stupid green bottle.</div><div><br /></div><div>Besides, got choke beers from places wit brown people</div><div>How come dey no support dose guys?</div><div>Get Steinlager, Red Stripe, Hinano...Even get Primo!!!</div><div><br /></div><div>How come get brown people, who no like white people</div><div style="text-align: left;">but da same guys support white people beer?</div><div>no make sense...</div><div>LOL...White-People-Beer. <br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 327px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDzcnlLE4LE_yrusznbs6fFkq7TnFZSrsVWE6krRZVRfW-2wydQIhrvWylcmw0tUi6W223DFo7cOYojDnmSllhQj0DIwA3vwdEDH1G8xIYOaIK92JgW2lIr6REivXSYqXUjUIZKA31SD8/s400/Heineken_Advertisement_by_Stan88.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376644077646616466" /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Uncle Keolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16625668739947288570noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823573468773437527.post-25339007266385072362009-07-28T16:21:00.000-07:002009-07-28T16:37:27.328-07:00Introduction to PidginSmall kid time<div>My faddah neva speak pidgin to me</div><div>Always had fo' speak propa</div><div>So I could get good grades</div><div>An' go one good school</div><div>Fo' get one good job</div><div>An' no be BROKE ASS.</div><div><br /></div><div>Small kid time</div><div>I love fo' play soccer</div><div>All I wanted fo' do was play soccer</div><div>But my madda,</div><div>She stay one procrastinata, eh?</div><div>She wen wait SO long fo' sign me up AYSO</div><div>Dat da team was all full already</div><div>I was so PISS OFF </div><div>She wen sign me up for play wit one team in Kalihi</div><div><br /></div><div>So me, I no care, I just like play</div><div>I show up first day practice</div><div>Ready to go, no scared 'em, go get 'em</div><div>I no say nuttin to nobody, just play</div><div>Whistle blows, practice pau</div><div>Couple guys come ova and start talkin' to me,</div><div><br /></div><div>"Wot bah, tink you can lick me?" he says</div><div>Confused I look at him,</div><div>"Yeah, I can lick you...but that's gross," I say</div><div>Him and his friend start buss up laughing</div><div>"Stupid, Haole!" they laugh and walk away.</div><div>Me, still dazed and confused.</div><div><br /></div><div>Introduction to Pidgin</div><div><br /></div>Uncle Keolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16625668739947288570noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823573468773437527.post-13302031439024073352009-07-28T15:53:00.000-07:002009-07-31T14:18:59.993-07:00Ho Bah, Mean Dis Blog!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6YxlGbM-cfv7NFalnk1FSlvi3ugiApTuzMavThvUZRDpAsGlMO5aglkD24SymiHDJ93MOyHYT0u-icrllybw7J5cHckQUsh4-ep7oT-YMAlRQntF7WisN6xIA6rz2BPqvapQNXDw-8ak/s1600-h/poophead.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 101px; height: 132px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6YxlGbM-cfv7NFalnk1FSlvi3ugiApTuzMavThvUZRDpAsGlMO5aglkD24SymiHDJ93MOyHYT0u-icrllybw7J5cHckQUsh4-ep7oT-YMAlRQntF7WisN6xIA6rz2BPqvapQNXDw-8ak/s320/poophead.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364736834809203250" /></a><br />Aloha, an' welcome to my bran new blog! Dis blog is goin' be dedimacated to da beautiful language us guys call Pidgin. Goin' have stories and poems and odda kine stuffs all written in Pidgin for your viewing pleasure. Tanks fo' stopping by, an' come back bum-bye.<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><br /></p><div>Obey the Dirty Pidgin!!!!</div><div><br /></div></div>Uncle Keolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16625668739947288570noreply@blogger.com0