FIRE.......my precious fire!
It is me again. The last week has been a tough one. Lots of stress and stuff of that nature.
My first essay was due on Friday for my Mortality class and mid-terms are coming up next week. The week's math problem set was again just as stressful and frustrating like every other week. But, that pain may come to a closure soon................
But, putting aside all of my problems and complaints. I WENT to the BEACH yesterday. (literally.....no puns intended) It was about a forty minute drive to Pacifica Beach where bonfires are allowed. It was very dark and pretty chilly, but the trip was worth it. I saw some exceedingly brilliant stars last night. The entire sky was very artistic indeed. Because of the coastal range of mountains along the Californian coast, all the precipitation from the ocean never past these first ranges. Therefore, the fog and clouds hung out right at the beach. However - luckily - last night, the clouds did not cover up all the stars. But, it kinda made a boundary for the tapestry of the constellations. The stars were extremely bright.
With nice lights from above and a soothing crashing of the waves onto the beach, it was a very tranquil. When Daniel, Drew, and I got there, there was already a fire started by Allison. So, we just sat right in. It was chilly, but the fire made it go away.
Then came the s'mores.
Then came my withdrawal from the crowd. I had a nice time to myself last night. I screamed into the sea. With the strong oceanic winds, it was nice because no one would know what I was screaming or singing. I just let go for awhile and shouted things I needed to get out or to sing things without any inhibitions or constraint. It was extremely cathargic.
Is this solitude? - I asked myself. I don't know. Am I really a social creature at heart or just a hermit taking on new airs of gregariousness? But, regardless of whatever it was and whatever I am, I was happy in a very melancholic way. I was a very personal happiness (I think).
I must comment that beach restrooms are very interesting. (I'll leave the rest of the discussion to personal experiences.)
Then came the police.
We were completely innocent. Yet, there were dogs, bright flashlights, and loud cops. The curfew for beach fires was ten. And it was exactly 10:01. So, the cops took up the chance to act like the bullies that they really were at heart - as if this was their chance to avenge on some childhood injustice or even a grown-up injustice. Imagine if one of those cops found his wife or girlfriend with another guy that afternoon. With the authority that they have, of course they will exercise and even borderline abuse their power. We do live in a Macho-istic society. So, it's bound to happen. Restraint is nothing when it comes to questioning your machoism. "My wife is my property! IT'S MINE!" So, then he unleahes his rage on us innocent students full of optimism and vivacity. I mean, they were even threatening to lock up the gates to the parking lot if we don't go immediately. Then, they waited for us to leave before they left. I mean what a bunch of beaches.
But, we got back to the dorm at about 11 PM. Then we had one of my dormmates play popular songs so that we could sing to it. (He was a live karaoke machine). Then, another dorm-mate played Chopin's Barcarolle. (He studied piano for four years in Russia and just came back) It was a AMAZING! Then, after midnight we had the entire dorm sing Happy Birthday to my roommate Hari. He was very happy.
Then, I stayed up until about one reminiscing about childhood books and shows. i.e. Berenstein Bears, Laura Ingalls Wilder, Thomas the Engine, Reading Rainbow, Roald Dahl, etc. The conversation was so intense. Everyone was extremely into it. I had a really fun time. Then I woke up at noon this morning.
That brings things up to date. Here are some pictures of the Bonfire. Keep yourself updated about me.
My first essay was due on Friday for my Mortality class and mid-terms are coming up next week. The week's math problem set was again just as stressful and frustrating like every other week. But, that pain may come to a closure soon................
But, putting aside all of my problems and complaints. I WENT to the BEACH yesterday. (literally.....no puns intended) It was about a forty minute drive to Pacifica Beach where bonfires are allowed. It was very dark and pretty chilly, but the trip was worth it. I saw some exceedingly brilliant stars last night. The entire sky was very artistic indeed. Because of the coastal range of mountains along the Californian coast, all the precipitation from the ocean never past these first ranges. Therefore, the fog and clouds hung out right at the beach. However - luckily - last night, the clouds did not cover up all the stars. But, it kinda made a boundary for the tapestry of the constellations. The stars were extremely bright.
With nice lights from above and a soothing crashing of the waves onto the beach, it was a very tranquil. When Daniel, Drew, and I got there, there was already a fire started by Allison. So, we just sat right in. It was chilly, but the fire made it go away.
Then came the s'mores.
Then came my withdrawal from the crowd. I had a nice time to myself last night. I screamed into the sea. With the strong oceanic winds, it was nice because no one would know what I was screaming or singing. I just let go for awhile and shouted things I needed to get out or to sing things without any inhibitions or constraint. It was extremely cathargic.
Is this solitude? - I asked myself. I don't know. Am I really a social creature at heart or just a hermit taking on new airs of gregariousness? But, regardless of whatever it was and whatever I am, I was happy in a very melancholic way. I was a very personal happiness (I think).
I must comment that beach restrooms are very interesting. (I'll leave the rest of the discussion to personal experiences.)
Then came the police.
We were completely innocent. Yet, there were dogs, bright flashlights, and loud cops. The curfew for beach fires was ten. And it was exactly 10:01. So, the cops took up the chance to act like the bullies that they really were at heart - as if this was their chance to avenge on some childhood injustice or even a grown-up injustice. Imagine if one of those cops found his wife or girlfriend with another guy that afternoon. With the authority that they have, of course they will exercise and even borderline abuse their power. We do live in a Macho-istic society. So, it's bound to happen. Restraint is nothing when it comes to questioning your machoism. "My wife is my property! IT'S MINE!" So, then he unleahes his rage on us innocent students full of optimism and vivacity. I mean, they were even threatening to lock up the gates to the parking lot if we don't go immediately. Then, they waited for us to leave before they left. I mean what a bunch of beaches.
But, we got back to the dorm at about 11 PM. Then we had one of my dormmates play popular songs so that we could sing to it. (He was a live karaoke machine). Then, another dorm-mate played Chopin's Barcarolle. (He studied piano for four years in Russia and just came back) It was a AMAZING! Then, after midnight we had the entire dorm sing Happy Birthday to my roommate Hari. He was very happy.
Then, I stayed up until about one reminiscing about childhood books and shows. i.e. Berenstein Bears, Laura Ingalls Wilder, Thomas the Engine, Reading Rainbow, Roald Dahl, etc. The conversation was so intense. Everyone was extremely into it. I had a really fun time. Then I woke up at noon this morning.
That brings things up to date. Here are some pictures of the Bonfire. Keep yourself updated about me.
posted by Tri Luong at 10:40 PM
5 Comments:
I think the piano would have been the best part of the evening. I'm not much for piano pieces, but private perfomances would be awesome.
Man, California is so awesome, I wish I was there to go beach hopping with you. Never mind that your mascot is a color or that Stanford got beat by my sister's alma mater(Notre Dame). That wouldn't bother me. Anywhere that you can sing to the ocean and then go pee in the sand has got to be the place for me.
- Stephen
Yeah, I wish a lot of people are here with me. But, everyone has their own story to write now. :)
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Ahh Tri, the one and only. Always crazy he will be. Weight room lifting in the morning, philosophical talk at lunchtime. Spanking-riffic. Those were the days!
'Spank you for the memories.
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