Heaven.

1:35 AM, "Dude this shits gunna be epic! anyone gotta piss or shit?" we unload from the SUV, iPhone in hand as if it were a magical futuristic compass, in reality we were merely using GPS to navigate our spontaneous adventure. I guzzle my pocket sized bottle of Jager, fling my Rhasta colored nap sack on, and light up a Marlboro 27. The feeling at the top was incredible, a bit nervous because one small move could have you stumbling down the beautiful green steep grooves of Oahu into your Death Bed. We arrived at night, above the clouds, surrounded by backpacking tourists from Europe and across the Mainland(US), at that moment I felt "Achievement" not just because the elevation was at 2800 feet, but for the fact I did 4 years on my own, traveling the world, living in Paradise. I became a MAN on MY OWN, and not even the sky was the limit.

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Ocean of Emotions.

Father time is a bitch, but he sure has shown promise. I have less than 2 months and a couple day left until I get out the military. My second Deployment to the Arabian Gulf(formerly known as Persian Gulf) was a success mentally and financially. I felt like it would never end, but it definitively made me a more humble person. My spirituality was put to the test, while my mental strength struggled to survive, countless hours of sleep deprivation and deprived of real knowledge of the "real world" was what hurt me the most. New music, TV shows, technology, and popular media. Movies arriving on DVD...before I had ever heard they hit the theaters. The common things you take for granted in life like FOOD...and more importantly FAMILY. My wife has been put to the test time in and time out, and she has stuck by my side through all the bullshit, for that I am forever HERS. Positive influence, and friendships are what mold me into a new ceramic vase, my iPods playlist constantly changing, and my general interests, through this long horrendous four year experience of being Enlisted in the U.S. Military, I can say it has made me....ME. No one can take it away, or change me to be a better "physical form for society".

So The Countdown Begins.

Well to those who don't follow my life and its many adventures, I'm near the approach of my last tour. Deploying to the Arabian Gulf, guarding 95% of Americas Oil supply, conducting small boat operations, and embarking on Naval Boardings (as a VBSS Teams member) looking for anything out of the norm(drugs, firearms) and hunting Pirates. From Landing million dollar Military Helicopters at any time of the day or night, to receiving millions of gallons of fuel on a weekly basis to refuel the ship, not to mention standing 10 hours a day to drive the ship daily(actually driving the ship). My life is pretty much going to suck, sleep deprivation, dehydration, Aggravation, and not to mention BOREDOM. Funny thing about it is this my second time Deploying. What I'll be missing the most is LOVE, something I need to survive the long 8 month-fun-filled adventure(sarcasm). Last Deployment my Wife and I embarked a very difficult and changing relationship, newlyweds who had no form of communication on a daily basis, other than praying for e-mail time, or old fashion mail being received months late. Music, thats what keeps me sane, and able to free my mind from the torment of slave driving superiors, and the military environment that tries time and time in to eliminate every possible particle of individuality that I still posses in this Filipino body. My first generation 8GB iPod touch from 2007 is all I have, and all I need. From the soft soothing Reggae melodies to the raging beats of Hardcore Heavy metal, and Dubstep dance music are what keep my eyes open on the possitive side of hell and grow wings to a higher ground.

As I purchase dozens of boxers and military standard issue black socks and over priced Uniforms, I can't help but NOT face reality. I just want to look forward to seeing the love of my life in two weeks in Las Vegas, being with Family and REAL friends, and just enjoying life....at its finest hour, at that very moment. Let the hour glass drip its ever shinny and vibrant sand through time, and let the smiles float in the air like balloons being cut lose from a used auto dealer.

SIN IN THE CITY.

In less than a month, I'll finally be able to enjoy this city legally for the first time. It took a whole lot of preparation, and planning, over $1500 spent for this trip...can't wait!

Weekly Ink. (Done by Me)

Well I guess my shy and shamefulness have gotten the best of me. I guess its time to start showcasing my craft that I've been working on for the past couple of months. Its extremely difficult, and frankly I'm starting to get annoyed with it. Tattooing, I'm addicted to it, and my body has made a lot of free-marketing for my new found passion/profitable career. I actually don't want to make it a career, I want to just do it for fun on Family members, and friends. I strongly believe in hating something you Love, once it becomes your job. Keep in mind I've just started tattoing, with no formal training or experience what so ever, so please...save your two cents for some bubble gum. Lettering, seems to be the most sought after tattoo imagery I have been asked to do, and damn is it hard. People who know nothing of tattoos always seem to amaze me with they're ignorant comments such as "Oh you can do letters right? Its easy, just like writing a sentence on paper" Wrong there Oprah Winfrey, its harder than that, the precise execution, time and manipulation with hand eye coordination come in to play. Copying an image is one thing, but copying a letter that someone wants precise is extremely difficult, straight lines and circles are a Tattoo Artists worst enemy, it eliminates ones self imagination, and free will to express art, by conforming to STRAIGHTNESS(I should get that word registered) Ok.....enough of my internet venting.

The Tattoo above is Olde English lettering(the D), I took a twist on it, and added some shading and swirly lines, with little dots and what not. My friend didn't want something plain, he said to "add some Del in it" well me being "Sailor Del", I told him to do something beyond the ordinary, to TRUST me. Surprisingly he was happy and pleased with my chicken scratch, and he insisted on paying my $100. Not bad for a 6 letter last name. When I depart this Military gig, back to my homeland of California, all my friends shall be adorned in massive amounts of ink, given by yours truely. A-RONIC the Tattoo Man, aka Sailor Del.

Discombobulated

My mind is in a whirlwind of f*ckery right now. Getting ready to deploy, work, work.....oh yeah and more work. Trying to figure out job opportunities and College's back home in California that I'm interested in, since I do only have 1 year exactly left in my contract with the Military. Take that Uncle Sam you youth sucking, buddy f*cking Man, you. All thats really on my mind is purchasing an iPad or a Canon SLR T2. But what I'm really looking forward to is the City of Sin Las Vegas in November with my beautiful Wife.

Heres a picture of me at a weapons requalification shooting a standard Military issued M16 Riffle, in Ewa Beach.