Jamaica, August 2014

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Pimp Juice » Cran Apple Juice

written by owen, yesterday at 2:09 pm

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Got a free business class upgrade after I had some plane trouble in Belize, ordered a Minute Maid Cran-Apple juice. Right after I realise that I could order hard liquor. All things equal it was not bad drink, especially when coupled with a bowl of hot mixed nuts and cashews. The life.

In life you have fleeting moment's of happiness but not the content idea which seems unobtainable and like it needs chasing or hunting down. Life is suffering. Happiness is fleeting. Distract yourself with work that's never quite finished and divulge in fantasy until your heart stops beating. Deep down, Hoping somewhere along the way you find someone who mirrors you. If you are lucky, fate and chance played some sort of role in your short life. All the while hopefully, leading & setting it up if you're lucky for another heartbeat to take your place, ask the same questions, have similar qualms and do the same thing all over again.


Pimp Juice » Tru Juice Fruit Punch

written by owen, yesterday at 1:55 pm

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I was surprised that this now costs $145 JMD plus tax. Almost $175 JMD. Soon we will have to start buying fruits and making home made juice.


Logbook » Ode to an island girl

written by owen, 4 days ago

Love and live in the moment. The sweet summer sea breeze blowing across your face. The scent of your skin. The rhythmic humming of a boat engine‎ racing towards the city. How art thou my sweet love. The past is far away, the future so close.  Waves, gentle kisses, curves and vegan dishes.

The night lasts forever.   The mornings  are sleepy. Wake up sweet bread, time to see the world.   Cantaloupe ‎juice, foreign coins, blocked roads, window seats.   A single flower in your hair, oh sweet island girl.

‎Sun glasses, new apartments, the gentle sea breeze.‎ Old dreams, new keys. Its all been done before. How art thou my love?  I have missed you so much.  ‎ The sun shines and rain falls. Appetizers, airplanes, ‎ weddings, grape jam, freshly toasted wheat bread. Walk for miles, toothpaste, burning carbon.   Duty free.  Wake free.  Dancing queen.

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Pimp Juice » Belikin Lighthouse Lager

written by owen, 6 days ago

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Had about 10 of these during my stay in Belize. Does every country have a national lager beer? Hmmm


Logbook » Isrealites

written by owen, 15 days ago

If there is one redeeming aspect of public transportation (other than the fact that it's cheaper) are those precious moments of soul sucking waiting. When that is not happening there is the dreading of what great void might be swallowing up all the buses just meters before they reached the location at which you are waiting. I am waiting in vain.

I fear that at some point I will gain a level of knowledge, wisdom and understanding which will render me placid and unable to enjoy anything ever‎ again. I would be the realest, giving lessons in physics - dropping shit like a pigeon, a ragged old fool living in the present. Niether past, nor future. Completely complete in incompleteness.

There is a feeling in the back of your mind, deep in your memories that you can almost touch. A distant memory of your childhood/past. The wind in your hair. The subtle sound of a dry leaves on the ground. You can almost taste it. You can't have that experience again. The most you can do is take the headphone out of your ears, turn off all the sounds from your smartphone and enjoy the sounds of the moment. Because at some point in the future you'll try to build a time machine to get back to this moment that you are wasting right now. Enjoy the moment.

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