As the Sun Sets.

Headed over to the North Shore this weekend. Since my return to the Island of Oahu, I have once again entered the "DEL" persona. Being less of my Cali counterpart. Its perfect at times, because I'm alone. Sounds very selfish, and secluded, but when I'm in Oahu alone, I can focus on Work, and getting my time over with(in the Military). Also I spend less money, and focus on my financial goals. The person I miss the most, is a 5 hour plane ride away, but shes shown the strength, loyalty, and love to stay by my side these past 2 years apart. I would like to thank "God" in any shape or form he is in. I admit I don't attend church as I used to, but I feel me and the Big Guy up stairs have a pretty good connection. But the wise words of one of my supervisors in the Navy once told me "The choices you choose in life, are ALL on you". So I'll keep choosing, and so shall you. Life is to short to premeditate about, so live it.

2010. Amen.

Photos taken in '09. Captured By Me, or Of Me.

Around the world, and back.

Well, since I my last post alot has changed in my life, both physically, spiritually, financially and a whole lot Mentally. My views on life have changed, I am definitely more humble and fortunate to be where I am today. I would of never imagined turning 20years old in PatongBeach Thailand, and landing helicopters in the Arabian Gulf(Middle East) in 100 degree weather, to REAL Dimsum in Hong Kong, and seeing the worlds tallest building in the kingdom of Dubai. I have left California a boy, with no direction, strive, or fucking common sense. From Chicago, to Hawaii, I have learned what real work is, learned the power of a dollar, responsibility, and to be a fucking man. People my age haven't even filled for taxes, or yet even started to build credit. I don't need to be congratulated by anyone, or be compared to anyone because I've been on my own since the age of 18, and I pay my own bills, and wipe my own ass...and oh yeah, I served this fucking country. Now that my venting is over enjoy, envy, and view pictures around the world.
First stop in Guam. "Where America's day begins"

over all Lines, Silence on Station, Man the Rails, and Attention on Deck!

My life has been a fuckin movie. I'm turning 20 next month, and I can honestly say, I have achieved more than anyone I know at my age. Not only through the military, but life in general. I control my own life. I take plane rides across the continent, about to embark on a journey to places and countries people on dream of visiting, or add pictures on they're "who I'd like to meet" section on MYSPACE. I can honestly say I am my own man, I control my destiny. Visiting back home(Cali) made me wonder, and answered alot of questions I had. Shit stays the same, same people, doing the SAME OLD SHIT. I'm establishing credit, investing finances, while those my age have yet to even held a minimum wage job over a certain amount of weeks, let alone file for they're own taxes, or taxes at all! Fuck, I pay my own phone! While I know some who result to prepaid phone cards. I have done enough preaching, and motivation to those who "WAIT" for shit to happen, wake the fuck up, and stop day dreaming...cease the motherfuckin day!

I am one day away from my 7th month deployment to the Middle East. Its time to defend this so called place you call and claim America, defend the long haired, peachfuzz dreaming, blue and black flannel wearing, skinny jean overdoing, plug/gaged ear wearing, "UNIQUE", New era fitted, slow walking, one dollar menu buying, fag assed fucks.

I pray for better days
Better surf
Better ink on my skin
Better food
Better economy
Better benifits

I love Chootari.

LONG OVER DUE.

The waves crash against the steel hull, foam oozes, and clumps under the ships aft tail. Sudden jolts are felt, as the ship rocks back and forth. My ankles are my guiding key parts, controlling the movement of my body, and so used to the motion of the ocean as if it were a life size surf board. My mind, is floating, into the distance... clouds turn into shapes, which turn into images, faces, and animals. The sun is near its final hour, I gaze at it slowly setting. The though of "Home", is a constant memory. Reminiscing, trying to remember each street, every corner, each shortcut, and familiar landmark. My mother, brother, sisters, and girlfriend. Questioning my decisions, and my attitude towards the outcome. I am in control of my life, no worries, no drama, no distractions. Just me and the ocean.

the sun reaches its final moments, i focus my pupils on it, my eyes squint, eye brows are arched, lips are curled, jaw muscle engaged...Life, is beautiful, life is a struggle, YOU control your destiny. Things don't fall on your lap, you have to go out there and search for that shit.

Skylarking in the Windy City.

I woke up pretty early Sunday morning(despite 3 hours of sleep) and sat in Indian style in my bed for about an hour, gazing at the cracks in the white government owned wall in my Barracks room. Thinking of home, my mom, sisters, and my Girlfriend a whole fucking lot. Later I took a shower and laced up my dress shoes, and attended the local Catholic Mass on base, than shortly after I went to Downtown Chicago with the homie FROGMAN. Enjoy.









I got up and poured a bowl of happiness.



Awake to the sight of one of my roommates, passed out on the floor, like a fuckin Egyptian Mummy, and snoring like a Polar Bear.



While my other roommate sits quietly focusing on hours of countless pornography, on the opposite side of the room.



The only thing to do on such early mornings is watch countless footage of Anime from my roommate Connar's collection.



Jump out my room, to the glissening hallway, freshly waxed from the night before.



The best weather I've seen since I've been here.








Off to Chicago, our magical carpet awaits.



The new purple $5 makes me happy.



The Windy City.



Finally arriving to a green, polluted lake in the city.

Enjoying the beautiful sights and sounds
























Later on after walking for 40 minutes, my friends Frogman and I, agree on eating at some random Classic Chicago Burger House, that shit was incredibly good coming into my body, and leaving out.






Then end the day with a trip to NIKE TOWN.




Join Tha PURPLE ARMY!

And the Apple Store.





As my good friend FROGMAN would say "Fuck you all kindly."












- A-RoNIC, alsoknownas DEL tha BEAST.

Allow me to reintroduce myself...

Hello, and its good to fucking be back, I've been through alot in my life, since my days of partying every single night, smoking 2 packs of cigarettes a day, drinking one bottle of beer and getting drunk off of it. I now have signed and turned my life over to this fine fucking country, I no longer have a first name, merely "SEAMAN RECRUIT. PROPERTY OF U.S. GOVERNMENT" I've barely been in the military for a little over 3 months now, but I've experienced a lot of bullshit, struggle, and reality check. I no longer depend on anyone, pay my own bills now, and live in a totally different state, all on my own. Its a pretty fucking good feeling. But at the same time, being away from home and the ones I love has taken its toll on me. I miss my mom, sisters, brother, homies, and most of all my loving GIRLFRIEND Chootari, who stuck by my side, wrote me every day, and calls me a hundred times a day now. I'm currently attending school, and plan on finishing by early next month, and receive my orders to hopefully overseas. Fuck so much I have to add, but fuck, don't have the time right now.