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Ann InoshitaAnn Inoshita

Renshi from Kapi‘olani Community College

Published by Ann Inoshita | Thursday, September 15, 2011 7:17 PM



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jtabbay - Friday, September 23, 2011 2:09 PM.


You Not Pau Yet!

After three straight hours of cleaning, “I’m not pau yet?”
“No… ways! You gottah be kidding me right?”
Clean this, clean that is all I’ve been hearing.

I woke up early about 7:30am while the sun was still rising.
Followed every word that came out of their mouth.
Did everything as fast as I could so I can dig out and hit Makapu’u beach.
But guess what….?
The braddah had to open his big mouth and say
“You can’t leave till you pau cooking.”

My phone couldn’t stop making noise through all the text and calls.
Friends couldn’t wait no more,
so I grabbed the cooking pot and turned on the stove.
Heat up the saimin, put in some cabbage and some Vienna sausage in there.
When it was pau cooking, I grabbed a bowl and put em' in.

I walked up to my brother and told him that brunch was served,
Like it or not, it’s food.
Bettah than nothing!
I went to my room grabbed everything that I needed.
Called my friends back and all I could hear is them yelling to my right ear saying,
“HURRY UP, and GET YOUR OKOLE HERE NOW!”

I ran as fast as I could to my car.
Turned to my favorite reggae/Hawaiian station and blast the music.
Cool Down by Kolohe Kai started playing.
Just the perfect song to listen to while hitting the beach,
so I sang along and yelled “beach here I come.”

-Jenalene

guangpyo - Thursday, September 22, 2011 1:22 PM.


Where Are You, My Knight?

“Where are you?”
He asked himself this question as he sat with eager eyes
Like a child raising his hand hoping to be called upon by his teacher
Hoping to catch a glimpse of the chivalrous white knight that had protected him from the bullies who mocked his rainbow colored essence
and in his heart,
was the pot of gold that he wished to reward this knight
This knight who stood tall and strong like the words he spoke
To cut down the wizards that used their magic spells to make him believe that being gay was wrong
He was not in love with this knight
He was in awe of him
Made him believe that chivalry still existed in a world where men chose not to sit equally at a round table
All his life
He journeyed through a kingdom where social class existed to remind others that
if you weren’t the right kind of man
you were looked down upon as a slave by the men who knighted themselves as the “norm”
All he wanted now
was to search for that fairy tale hero
and live happily ever after.