Sailor Del, Tattoos By A-RONIC

Heaven.

2011-11-15T21:56:00.000-08:00

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.

http://wikimapia.org/1693283/Haiku-Stairs-Stairway-to-Heaven

Ocean of Emotions.

2011-08-20T12:30:00.000-07:00

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.

2010-11-07T02:13:00.000-08:00

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.

2010-10-31T18:04:00.000-07:00

SIN IN THE CITY.

2010-10-24T22:11:00.000-07:00

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)

2010-10-17T01:09:00.000-07:00

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

2010-10-16T19:30:00.001-07:00

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.

Weekly Ink.

2010-10-09T17:27:00.000-07:00

Fill Her up! A nice modern cartoon/pinup, mash-up of a twist. Reminds me of the old "Hook-up" Skateboard Decks back in junior High. Amazing how the placing is on the side of his knee cap and thigh. Notice the stalkings on her legs and the purple panties, difficult shading, and he used perfect colors. Not to mention the detail and time he put in on the outline alone.

Weekly Ink.

2010-09-12T16:42:00.000-07:00

Beyond the visual.

Hitting the green.

2010-09-08T00:05:00.000-07:00

Better start late than never, all men eventually Golf... Well REAL MEN.

Weekly Ink.

2010-09-06T15:26:00.001-07:00

Lead singer of Red Hot Chili P's, Representation of his Native American heritage. Still rockin' strong, representing Cali since the beginning.

Always on the move.

2010-09-02T00:04:00.000-07:00

the Winward side of Kbay today....cruisin' enjoying the scene. I'm in Paradise, your in...sorry.

Weekly Ink.

2010-08-27T22:34:00.001-07:00

Bombs Over Baghdad.

Weekly Ink.

2010-08-20T19:52:00.000-07:00

Well, I realized I deploy to the Persian/Arabian(politically correct) Gulf in less than 2 months, so what better way to waste valuable time, and tax payers dollars than update my blog as much as possible. Aside from countless hours of FB feed, leaving me clicking on random people who "I have in common". Or getting lost in the Youtube realm of laughter, and concentration, to sadness.

I have yet to publicly leak photos of my chicken scratch work I call "tattoos" I have been trying to master on numerous people. But I really don't think my ink work can go public, I have to master the craft, and care more on what I need to improve on, rather than brag and show off the ink(majority of people post photos minutes after a fresh tat). But this is something I really love doing, and I can honestly say for once in my "artistic life" that its my...CALLING. So stay tuned for that.

Well, back to the title of this blog (weekly ink), I will do my best to update you the reader (if there are any) on my pick of the week on a random tattoo that I've stumbled upon online, that is right intune with my current style, and liking. I'll try my hardest to find the person bearing the ink, as well as the Artist(who rarely get any credit).

A lucky lad from Sweden got this tattoo done, and payed great homage to Pin-up Originator and, one of American pop cultures most powerful sexual celebrities in history, next to Marlyn Monroe. Betty Page, was a small town southern country bell, who stumbled on modeling when sexual photos even in bikinis were prohibited by law, let alone nudity. She turned to "pin-up" magazine modeling, as a side job to bring in cash for school. Back then bootleggers would open small underground shops, sell small photo prints, and self published magazines to the eager Male American. I recently watched a movie portrayal of her life on an HBO special. Very interesting person, who dealt with a lot, being raped, struggling in a new big city, and dealing with sexism.
This tattoo, is pretty clean if you ask me. The white gloss in her hair, is a pretty hard techniqu to master, leaving the area empty, while surrounding it with solid black is difficult as f**k. Her hands look good as well, few artists can get that on point. Also the effect of giving a see through top is genius. Keep in mind thats not pink or red ink used, the photo was taken obviously moments after the finished product, hopefully the guy took good care of it and it turned out a perfect fade.
Pin-up art has really got my glued, since my time joining the military and seeing all the older heads, rockin' the old school traditional pin'up tattoos. From Sailor Jerry, to foreign tattoos overseas with plenty of stories to come along. I see a new wave of popularity arising with pin-up style photography, tattoos. I really have an appreciation for the painters who redirect a photo, or live muse, to a beautiful pin-up painting. Currently I have two pin-ups on me, and plan on adding a few more to my battalion of bodily bitches.

Brain Overload.

2010-08-08T15:35:00.000-07:00

"Normal" a word, strongly misused, and abused by the "Normal Public". Because if you ask me, I am definitely NOT living a normal life. From my every day routines, work, friends, and physical appearance, I am perceived by "White America" as a "Tattooed- sailor mouth'd- Brown- Chink- Hoodlum" Well to you NORMAL Folk, I say this...Look in the mirror, accept diversity, change, and art, either wear shades to cover your racist eyes, turn the other way when walking, or plainly don't be so obvious when covering your mouth to whisper gossip in your counterparts ear. Last time I checked the whole World was watching America.

Enough with the venting. My visual pleasure, and taste pallet has greatly changed.
The following are incredibly an inspiration and constantly bubbling in my thoughts and imagination.

Let there be Liquor.

2010-02-28T20:42:00.000-08:00

My palm grips the shiny recycled cardboard container, holding effortlessly to the six of its stunning pilots to take final flight of death. I walk gently on my toes, not to disturb the young ones as they are brought to higher ground for final inspection and take off. The old women takes them from my hand like an assembly line, minus the loud factory noise. I hesitate, she grins at me, peering from the bottom of her thick framed gold reading glasses, like Santa checking his list in November. I smile, and extend my hand into my left pocket. She looks me up and down, as if I were to be fitted for a straight jacket, into Shutter Island. She sniffs the nostril hairs back into her nose, followed by her gliding fist ensuring all strands are retracted, her glossy gold bracelets jingle like rings on a shower curtain. she then says "That will be $12.55, paper or plastic?" I grin, showing my top row of saliva filled teeth, and snicker for a moment, knowing that my first pack of Corona was a very overrated "UN-carded" experience. The last great year celebrated in my life, over anticipated and highly overrated.

Since my year of birth, I've obtained a new Hawaii State ID, with a mugshot of me in a tanktop and head clocked back like a Cholo on a wanted poster. Celebrated my Anniversary weekend with the love of my life, my Bestfriend, Wife, My Chootari, introduced to her nearly all my coworkers. Ventured to bars across Oahu, and consumed many shots to the song of "LMFAO ft. Lil John" Attended, over four, +21 and over club Concerts, and bar/club events. From Local Reggae acts, to the sounds of the Jew formerly known as Matisyahu. Life is beautiful at 21. The month is almost over, and I've experienced beyond words can express. From the triumphs of success, to the pitts of hate, and stress. Life as I know it is just a sip from the glass recycled bottle. I've learned its time to smile a lot more, and keep living it to how I WANT TO LIVE IT. Ink'ed up, and fast as F*ck. Ya Dig.

As the Sun Sets.

2010-01-03T20:20:00.000-08:00

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.

2010-01-01T00:43:00.001-08:00

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

Around the world, and back.

2009-09-18T19:27:00.000-07:00

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!

2009-01-18T22:07:00.000-08:00

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.

2008-11-30T13:26:00.000-08:00

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.

2008-04-17T16:48:00.000-07:00

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...

2008-04-09T17:08:00.000-07:00

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.

Make way for ROYALTY.

2007-12-05T14:30:00.000-08:00

The sound of hair clippers buzzing away, friendly laughs, and occasionally the Montel Williams show, being shown daily up above the hair-filled black and white checkered tile floor. A greeting from Dave the Barber "Hey hows it going guy?" and Francis the Barber "Ayo wudup fam" are all a normal experience when at Bellflowers very own...
Rosewood Barber Shop

...But rumors grew, and the word spread near and far, the former pottery store had gone out of buisness(Across from the Barbershop), and the vacant store front was up for grabs, specualtions grew if a clothing store were to open. Some denied it, and had no faith in the idea, while some had faith and gave support...shortly after construction started, a glossy pearl black floor, and to top it off a PS3... I present to you..
Rosewood Royale

The store offers the latest in The Hundreds, Dissizit, FreshJive, to name a few and many more brands. I personally like the store, I mean its a place to chill play 2k8 on the PS3, smoke a Stogee with the homies, and when I feel my hairs a little grimmy I get a fresh cut at the barbershop. So what are you fucking waiting for? Get the fuck up and spend $30 on a shirt! LoL, prices actually arent that bad so go to Rosewood Royale in Bellflower CA, and tell 'em A-RoNIC sent you, se habla TAGALOG.

Hesco eats fat balls.

CONTACT:
Rosewood Royale
14329 Woodruff Ave
Bellflower, CA 90706
10AM-7PM Mon-Sun
562-866-4900 (We Take Phone orders)

http://www.myspace.com/rosewoodroyale

Some say the GOOD die young..

2007-12-03T12:59:00.000-08:00

A tragic loss to everyone, a sense of denial through some, the most talented person alive to dance God's earth is gone. A good friend of mine, and to others has passed...Darrnel Harris, a.k.a DJ/Scooby/Judo Eyez. He passed recently due to a motorcycle accident. My prayers go out to his family. He was truly a bigger brother to my friends and I, he was by far the BUCKEST NIGGAH ALIVE(Krump Dancing). I didn't matter what song was being played, he could dance to anything and was damn sure good at it too. He will be missed.

Also the remembrance of my little brother Markee Mark, who passed 2 months ago. I love you man.

Videos Galore.

2007-11-24T13:41:00.000-08:00

I Cant get enough of this song. The Shins.

Cook is Trash.

2007-11-24T12:50:00.000-08:00

The Los Angeles Lakers have acquired 6'8" forward Trevor Ariza from the Orlando Magic in exchange for forward Brian Cook and guard Maurice Evans. (nba.com/lakers/)

Fuck yeah! I think Andrew Bynum is even more trash than Cook in my oppinion. But I think Maurice Evans was a good pick up back in the start of the season, because he can dunk, and he gets rebounds. But GM(general manager) Mich Kupchak should honestly get fired. I mean he traded Shaq, which wasnt that bad(because he was an over-priced KAZAM), but we got Butler, and Odom. Than we trade butler and the other dreadlock rasta guy, for Kwame Brown!? Come on now. We could of got KG, or Jermaine O'Neal during the off season. But fuck, I cant complain Lakers are doing pretty good this season.

He's a 3rd year pro, and used to play at UCLA. 3.3 PPG 2.2 RPG 10.5 MPG(But thats going to change, because he should be taking over Kwame and Bynum's playing time, or he could become another cheerleader with Rodney Turiaf.)

SKYLINES the limit.

2007-11-24T01:11:00.000-08:00

A little late but here are some pictures from the L.A. Auto Show

The highly, and long anticipated Nissan GTR (Skyline). Ready to be purchased in the U.S. in 2008, with an established 500 pre-ordered models by all the spoiled rich kids, or the spoiled rich kids fathers.

A-RoNIC, the foot soldier.(Picture taken by Danza)

Turkey Aftermath.

2007-11-23T15:33:00.000-08:00

The "Hype" has once again remained strong!! I on the other hand, slept the whole day away, leaving me with no prizes. Best buy, and Fry's..flooded with lines by the masses. A person out to find a deal, or a money hungry "Re-Seller" My girlfriend and I passed by a few Bust Buy's last night and it was chaos.

Heres a picture from Wall Mart.

Random Picture of the day.

Early Expiration Date.

2007-11-18T11:55:00.000-08:00

My shipping date was once again moved to the 17th of December(from the 20th). I'm at the point where I no longer am angry, but more sad and jealous of those who get to be with loved ones this Christmas. Fuck BUSH.

On another note, Thanksgiving is near, Black Friday is also. A holiday to give thanks and be with loved ones, and a day after to splurge as much of this years annual savings into a new 60 inch TV, a cheap Laptop, or a brand new pair of shoes.

Also R.I.P. "Stacks Vinyl" The formerly, best store in Cerritos.

LOVE & RESPECT.

2007-11-13T01:08:00.000-08:00

A day to honor the Veterans of our Military who have dodged bullets, fired bullets at the enemy, and risked they're lives for the freedom of our country and for us to be here today. Good lookin' out.

On another note, R.I.P. to Kanye's Moma.

Rest In Paradise....Markee Mark Anthony Lapidario, I love you my Brother.

The End Is Near..

2007-11-11T03:21:00.000-08:00

My life will completely change this coming December 20th, as I embark on my journey of becoming the "Governments Bitch". Due to "Classified Information" my ship date to leave for boot camp, was bumped from the 27th of December to the 20th... No worries..the average 18 year old youth joining the "Greatest Military" in the world is not affected(sarcasm). No Christmas Eve, no fat white guy to leave me presents under the Green Tree, no laughs or smiles...just screams and orders to be given, and for me to obey them at all times.
To all those who still have no clue on life, take a long and hard look at your current situation. Picture your future, and how you can FUCKING make it alive. If two years at a Junior College is the path for your success, then by all means do it, but FOCUS Motherfuckers..PLEASE. If your at a University and your only priority is school, get those books cracking. If its a fucking R.O.P. program at some High school to get your certification, do it and accomplish it. In my case, I see a narrow tunnel, with Uncle Sam pointing his gigantic white finger at me saying "sign your life for 4 years, and get as much cash as you can"

38 days, 20 hours, 24 minutes, 37 seconds ..Left as a civilian.

Kamusta.

2007-11-09T13:27:00.000-08:00

Aaron's the name, but I would prefer "A-RoNIC"

Rest in peace Markee Mark Anthony Lapidario Jan 19, 1991 - Oct 1, 2007(Below)