I can’t believe this.

I just spent the past two hours working on social media for my journalism students. Last year, we used to do all of it — the scripts, the packages, the stories AND the social media. Because of this outrage, I felt compelled to write a thank you note to ONE person who volunteered to be in charge of ONE of the social media sites (and has been somewhat keeping up with it).

I’m kind of pissed, yet grateful. I need story ideas because sista needs to start applying for jobs.


I only had the opportunity to vote for Ernie Martin… and STILL didn’t re-elect him.

Our words have remained the same. They have not adapted themselves to the new reality. Hense, every time we try to speak of what we see, we speak falsely, distorting the very thing we are trying to represent… But words, as you yourself understand, are capable of change… When you stop to think of it, every object is similar to the umbrella, in that it serves a function. Now, my question is this. What happens when a thing no longer performs its function? Is it still the thing, or has it become something else?
New York Trilogy by Paul Auster

I’ve been so incredibly fortunate to have had the opportunity to work with Uncle Kirk. I could not agree more with Jai. He always had the funniest jokes! And no car ride would be boring because he always loved talking story with people. Not going to lie — I was so starstruck when I first met him because I remember watching him on the morning news growing up. There was this one time where I remembered we were doing a story on Typhoon Haiyan and we went to the airport waiting for the first flight back to Hawai’i after the storm. It was funny because he my friends, the Capulongs, were on that flight so we interviewed them. In the next few weeks, we were focused on covering stories of the recovery efforts. We ended up going to Walmart on Ke’eaumoku because HMSA was netting on the street to raise money and L&L was selling plate lunches and donating 100 percent of their profits to the typhoon relief efforts. When we were in the Walmart parking structure elevator, we ended up in an elevator with some people. Immediately, they asked: “Are you Kirk Matthews?” His answer was: “No, I’m not as good looking.” haha. 

Being a journalist has its perks and I’d say that working with people as kind and genuine as Kirk is one of the many. So long, Uncle Kirk! Hope to see you around in your Kaka’ako community, or even riding your bike! :)

Life crisis

Just felt the horrible sense of future and of dying feeling of hope, which technically is nothing more than that. 1) please let me land my dream job; 2) please let me find a husband to love; and 3) please give me a family. These three will allow me to love and live the rest of my life

I forget sometimes….

… how truly blessed I am to have so many spectacular friends who love me put up with my billion and one emotions and problems.

It is because of them that I am who I am; it is because of them that I no longer have terribly lonely thoughts. To name a few… Ashley Kakazu, Chane Hayashida, obviously sistah Jade, Daniella Reyes, Allyse Arucan, Jasz Calaro, Naomi Pastor, Noel Hahn, Steph Bautista, Ritchel Erice, Jessica Nicolas, Jerek Quidez, Jace Tsue, Maria Capulong, Rhiannon Reed, etc. There are few people in this world who can put up with me and these people are at the tip of the ice berg.