Strolling down memory lane.

It’s funny how a person, place or thing will trigger memories of long ago; most of us will reminisce the best or worst part of that experience and revel at the fact of how we’ve improved from that moment in time.  We all at some point in our lives will stroll down memory lane, not because we have to but because it’s an inherent trait in us as humans.  The reason why I bring this up is because my family and I stopped by Ala Moana Shopping Center last night and for once I was totally clueless as to what stores were left from my childhood.  It used to be you’d pull up the ramp into the parking lot and you could see the stores but now you almost need a map to maneuver your way around the center.  As we strolled about the place, the pantheon of glitzy and glamorous stores there were staggering.  The sight of “local” people hanging out had now been replaced by the cornucopia of tourists from various countries scuttling about like busy bees.  Being in the middle of this mob, I couldn’t help but be flustered.

What happened to the good ‘ole days where Ala Moana Shopping Center looked like this:  AlaMoana3

As we passed store after store, a sense of nostalgia crept into my somnolent mind.

“Damn, I really missed this place.”  AlaMoana8

“Didn’t there used to be that big ‘artsy’ stuff here?”  AlaMoana1

“Wasn’t there a sand place here?”  AlaMoana4 

 “There had to be a Woolworth’s here right?”  AlaMoana7

“I remember shopping here for my clothes.”  AlaMoana6

“Didn’t we have a cooler more inviting koi pond structure here?” AlaMoana2

I was questioning myself, searching every image that I could find in the recess of my vast memory vault as if to piece together some mythical place that only a few select were given access to.  I know change is inevitable but sometimes it can be detrimental as well.  What was once my haven had now become something unrecognizable; something I now avoid like the plague.  The sense of everything “local” had now become a multi-million dollar conglomerate catering to the tourist…SIGH.  But alas, that’s just my personal view…or wanton need to cling to my childhood past.  Although unsettling, it was truly great to walk down memory lane and see how Ala Moana Shopping Center was in my mind’s eye.

Our family now goes to Kahala Mall KahalaMall6

where the “localness” still exists;

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hopefully this’ll be the place where my children can add favorable memories to their “nostalgic vault”, I know that I’ve added it to mine.

So many stories, so little time to write.

As a writer, the one key dilemma that I often encounter is having too many stories in my head and too little time to get them all out onto my computer.  Granted not all of them are good but nonetheless it’s a story.  Sometimes when I’m finished writing one story and about to start the next intended one, a new idea pops into my head and I have the urge to work on that on.  It’s times like these that I wish I was the mutant Jamie Madrox aka “Multple Man” from the X-Men comics or better yet Uzumaki Naruto and then I could perform Kage bunshin no jutsu. I could produce thousands of clones of myself and work on them till it’s finished…no wait maybe not thousands cause otherwise I’d run out of stories.  Anyhow the key problem is just having too many ideas in my head and not enough time to write it out and give it the proper care it needs to become a good story. There are times that I end up putting ideas on the back burner to work on the ones that I truly feel passionate about.  It’s so hard to do because each idea or story is precious to me and I feel that sometimes if I abandon it, I may never get another chance at coming up with a new one.  Guess that’s the fear that all writers have…not being able to come up with something new.  That’s the price we all pay and that’s why I guess my dilemma will never be resolved…sigh.  Just have to live with the fact that I have a ton of stories in my head and so little time to write them all down.

Out of the frying pan, into the fire.

Normally the phrase “Out of the frying pan and into the fire” means escaping a bad situation and ending up in an even worse situation but in the past several weeks this phrase is more associated with our current weather here in the islands.  It’s been the worst weather ever since I’ve been alive.  You jump in the shower to rinse off the stickiness but a few minutes later, you’re hot and sticky all over again.  Just trying to combat this heat has been a physical and intellectual battle and mother nature has been winning.  The main question is how to stay cool and comfortable without the advantage of having an air conditioner in your humble abode.  (Damn you board of directors for not allowing us to have A/C’s within our units and curse you El Nino weather system.) Your mind’s going into overdrive and put on your best Einstein face just trying to figure out how to beat the heat.  In an attempt to be creative, sweat pours out of every orifice and you succumb to your basic escape plan…jump in the shower for a cold rinse.  Staying in the shower until the weather changes for the better is simply out of the question.  Stripping down to your underwear and constantly drinking water helps; even placing ice packs on your body and lying in front of a fan also beats the heat. But alas nothing lasts forever and you’re back to feeling hot and sticky.  Yes it royally sucks but what can you do; guess I’ll go jump in the shower for my 20th rinse and feel cool for a couple of minutes.

Man of action

My biggest annoyance in life is that I’ve always felt that if you Talk the talk, then walk the walk.”  I’m a person who believes that you should always stay true to your word.  If you say you’re going to do something, then do it.  What’s so hard about that?!  I can boast about certain things that I’ve done in my life without reticence; some may sound outlandish while others hard to believe, but I have the proof to back it up.   I know a lot of people that talk smack and never follow through or give a million and one reasons/ excuses why they’re hesitant; some even speak a good story but can’t back their claim.  Can’t tolerate those people; personally think that they’re just too damn scared to get out of their comfort zone to make even a feeble attempt.  My whole point is don’t bring up a subject, event, situation, bucket list task and tell people you’re thinking about doing it if you had the time, money or skills.  We all know you’re not going to do it, you probably just wanted to start a conversation for the sake of having the attention drawn to you.  There’s only a few select people in the world that stay true to their word…it’s a rarity to be next to one.  I at least have the good fortune to know some and it’s quite refreshing.  So just remember to have the balls to do what you tell people you’re going to do and then Nike up…JUST DO IT!

Keeping the creative juices flowing.

Coming up with fresh and original ideas is probably one of the toughest aspect to being a writer.  Just when you think you got something unique, you find out that someone else wrote about a story that is similar in tone to what you created.  It can be frustrating to say the least.  Hollywood wants writers to have something completely original but yet they are doing “reboots” like there’s no tomorrow. Coming up with an idea that no one has ever thought of is a feat in itself.  I don’t know how other writers deal with this.  It’s hard to keep one’s creative juices flowing knowing that your idea probably was already written four or five times prior.  Needless to say, we trudge through and put pen to paper and write.  We become the eternal optimist and have faith that the story we created is both fresh and new.  It’s the only way we can keep our juices flowing.  We just have to put on our blinders and write as if we’re the only writer left on this planet Earth.  I don’t know how my other colleagues handle this, but this is how I keep my creative juices flowing.  My voice is unique and that is fine by me.

TV viewing…24/7…365 a year

It’s so strange that TV viewing is on 24 hours a day, seven days a week, 365 a year. Basically it’s the norm of our society.  If we don’t like something we see, a simple click of the remote control helps us to peruse the several hundreds of channels our cable company or satellite dish has to offer.  Who would’ve thought that technology advanced to the point where we can watch TV at all hours of the day.  I often contemplate what would have been if this was available to us forty years ago.  If I grew up with this type of TV viewing would I still be the same person as I am now?  And if this was available way back when, just think how much more advanced TV viewing would be at the present.  Completely mind-boggling.  I’m glad at the fact that I grew up at a time when there were only three channels to watch on a black and white TV screen that had sign on and sign off times.  It made me appreciate what I have now and the experience of seeing the evolution of TV is priceless.  I try to explain this to my children but the concept of even a black and white TV has their mouth agape with a dumbfounded stare to boot.  I like how TV viewing is progressing and can’t wait to see what the next thirty to forty years will produce.  Now if we can just get a flying car produced during my lifetime, I’ll be most happy.

Learning to live with a handicap.

It’s amazing that in this day and age that there are still some people that still ridicule the handicapped.  Whether it be someone with a physical deformity, Down’s Syndrome, Cerebral Palsy, Autism, or mental instability just to name few.  You’d be surprised that anyone from any walk of life or profession still discriminate or look down upon them.  I find it hard to forgive those that are not tolerant of those people living with some type of handicap, claiming ignorance just won’t cut it for me.  Guess growing up with a sister that has a handicap has turned me into a cynic when it comes to those type of things.  All my life I’ve gotten into fights because there were people who constantly teased her; it was my way of protecting her and in a subconscious way learning to cope with that “Why me?” and “Why do I have to have a sister with a handicap?” attitude.  Granted at times it was rough and I was put through the ringer but there were great times as well.  And the good always outweighs over the bad in my opinion.  I learned to understand my sister’s disability and became more tolerant of her shortcomings.  I can’t imagine how my parents did it all these years and to add to their credit – with a smile on their faces.  They grew up in a time where this type of disability was shunned or kept in the closet.  Yes, times have changed and it is more out in the open than in the past but the acceptance is still quite not there.  In the end, we’re all people and we all have feelings even if some of us are unable to convey them outright due to our handicap.  I learned accept the handicapped because I had to grow up with a sibling with it and looking back, I wouldn’t have it any other way.  I’m a better person for it and I constantly teach my kids the importance of being understanding towards those that are handicapped.  Don’t get me wrong, I still see red when I observe the ignorant making a snarky remark or stare towards the handicapped but I’ve learned to accept that those type of people have a disability that nothing can cure – stupidity.

“Jack of all trades, master of none”

It’s a wonder that everyone, and I mean everyone, is knowledgeable about a variety of things yet not a true expert on all of it. I’m not talking about math or science or history or even english, I’m talking about the everyday things like plumbing, electrical, carpentry, auto mechanics, computers, pets, movies, comics, books.  The stuff that we deal with day in and day out.  Sure we know just a little bit about these things just to get by but we’re not completely and precisely well read on it.  And why should we?  If we know the right amount to get us through whatever we’re going through then that’s fine.  Me, I like the idea of knowing just enough to carry on a conversation but not to the point where I need to know everything to write a dissertation.  What’s interesting about me is I like learning new things even if it’s just a small portion, but I noticed that I tend to try to learn the most inane things…especially from movies.  I learned to roll coins between my fingers because it looked cool when Val Kilmer did it in “Real Genius“.  I learned to open a Zippo lighter very stylish like how George Clooney took out his lighter in “Out of Sight” and even learned how to do hat tricks like the way Andrew McCarthy did in “Mannequin“.  The “Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles“, the old version and not the remake, taught me how to twirt a nunchaku in a way that I’ve never seen in all my martial arts training.  The point is, we all say the phrase, “Jack of all trades, master of none” like it’s a derogatory thing but the truth of the matter is that it’s great.  It shows us that we are all willing to be enlightened on a cornucopia of subjects and not limited to one thing.  There’s a whole world out there that we don’t know about and it’s good that we’re trying to explore it a little at at time.

Teaching an old dog new tricks.

“You can’t teach an old dog new tricks” was a saying that I’ve heard over and over growing up.  For awhile I literally took that phrase to heart thinking that it just pertained to my pet pooch. As I grew older and learned what that saying was really trying to convey then it all clicked.  I knew that you could teach an old dog something totally new because I was able to  train my dog Remy to roll over which is a feat unto itself.  I’ve recently come to realize that in this day and age, with the way technology is evolving every passing second that I need to learn new things even in my advanced stage in life.  It is not so much a want, more like a need of necessity in order to survive.  In order to function in the world we live in, we need to adapt.  It’s funny though, I know of some people who are resistant to learning the new ways of technology and trying their all to holding on to their past and the “old ways.”  It’s funny how they make an attempt but soon give up whether it be frustration or the fear of feeling obsolete.  When you think about it, a lot of the things that I’ve been learning and am learning helps to make life a little easier and faster.  If my “old school” colleagues take this to heart then maybe, just maybe they wouldn’t be hesitant to trying something new.  But I guess it’s their prerogative to get left back in the dark ages while the rest of us accept modernization.  Learning something totally new is very stimulating and re-energizes the soul…but the only freakin’ hard thing is the amount of information that needs to be taken in to gain this new skill or knowledge.  It takes twice as long and double the determination to do accomplish this…well, at least I know I can overcome this.  “AND” if I can overcome this then I can surely conquer whatever’s in my path.  ONWARD, AND UPWARD!!!

HELP! I have writer’s block and I can’t get up!!!

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Anybody and everybody who writes will all go through writer’s block; it even happens to established writers. Hell, it happens to me every time I try to write something for my blog site.  What’s the key to getting through this?!  How do I get this dreaded writing disease to go away and never come back?!  I really wish I knew…if I had a sure fire answer to this worldwide dilemma then I’d teach a class on it and become an instant millionaire.  All I know is that I would really like to get some insight as to how other writers cope with this, how do they push through and find the light at the end of the tunnel.  There are time when I sit in front of my computer for hours staring at a blank screen or typing in random no nonsense sentences that end up being deleted once I complete them.  Having writer’s block suck big time!  I can’t tell you how many times I go through this.  I can count the number of times on a single hand of when the ideas and words flowed freely onto the screen without any signs of writer’s block.  I know that as a writer I should find consolation that my fellow brethren are dealing with this issue as I speak but that doesn’t make me feel any better.  But if I want to be better at my craft and pursue it to the end of my dying days then I will persevere!  I will force myself to write random stuff until something clicks in my somnolent brain.  I will continue to write because that’s what I love.  So here’s to having more fruitless nights and heartaches and headaches that comes with writer’s block!  I gladly take you on for that rare moment of clarity when you are no longer there and I am able to put pen to paper.  Hello, my name is Mark…and I have writer’s block!