EMILIE
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Creative Writing ...
"There's nothing to writing. All you do is
sit down at a typewriter and bleed."
- Ernest Hemingway
"It" (from my memoir)
He said there was something missing. “It” just wasn’t there with me, but “it” was with her. Whatever “it” was, it left me standing alone once again. I wasn’t sad because I loved him. I never did. But it was the fear - the feeling of standing completely alone with nobody to turn to and the thought of starting all over again – that was what made me sad. This would be the part of the movie where day would turn into night and rain would start pouring relentlessly from the sky, while the character fell to the ground in heartbreaking agony. That never happened, though.
I have never been a big romantic. You know, one of those with their feelings carried on their sleeve like a nice vulnerable silk shirt exposed to the world, only a simple coffee stain away from being ruined forever. You know, those people who believe that everything happens for a reason and that love will concur all; watching “The Notebook” with an extensive use of paper towels and a this-is-us-when-we-grow-old grip on their significant other. You know those people who would always say, “If you don’t put your heart out there you will never find love,” while they tap you on the shoulder promising everything is going to be alright.
"Where Hawaii Comes To Play" (characters in Waikiki nightlife)
Waiting at the corner of the college dorms to cross the street is another of Kuhio’s other hard-working personalities. He goes by the name Sunny and makes his living creating sunshine on the dark streets of Waikiki nightlife. As the many other reappearing faces of Waikiki Sunny spends most nights on the street bringing people together with his music. He is an artist, a musician and the drums are his passion. Nobody really knows why he does it and nobody knows how long he has been doing it for. Rumor has it that he once was a successful business man who suddenly had enough and gave it all up, turned to drugs and ended on the street playing drums to get by. However, nobody really knows the true story behind the infamous Sunny. He sits there, night after night, playing the same beat, wearing his big sunglasses and his never-ending smile. Whatever brought him to this place in life has left its scars. Whether they hide behind the tinted lenses, deep wrinkles or sun-damaged skin, he seems content with where they have taken him. With his knee long hair and colorful aloha t-shirt Sunny has found a way to appreciate the little things in life. His careless expression says it all, regardless if it is from being high on life or something more complex, Sunny has found his spot on Kuhio Avenue.
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Old man Ken is a regular. He only comes every Wednesday, sits at the same corner table by the bathrooms and observes the young generation drink, dance and party. Luckily, he is not one of those creepy old men wishing he was still young and handsome, trying to take advantage of the young women when they get sloppy drunk; one of those mid-life-crisis type of men believing he still got hold of the ladies, can party with the youngsters and be cool in the club-scene; one of those “oh-if-I-were-only-30-years-younger” timeworn men using his old-school pick-up lines and “I-can-provide-for-you” attitude luring the young and gullible girls in. No, old man Ken is not of them. He only comes to Play Bar every Wednesday night to get his one-dollar-drinks, tip every waitress a five-dollar-bill and dance to his requested James Brown old-time classics. It happens every Wednesday; when James Brown comes on, the dance floor goes empty and old man Ken takes over. The crowd loves him. Ken loves the crowd.
