Just Go

Last night I arranged a very random group of friends and headed out to Kula sushi in about a few hours notice for each person. Surprisingly it worked out although I was a few minutes late (sorry Baron). It was a good dinner and had some pretty interesting conversations, it's just surprising how a random group of people at a moments notice can get together and have a good time...that's how things ought to be sometimes.

and after we all headed out aimlessly since Guppies was deserted and we hoped to have some drinks there and to chat with some cute waitresses.

So me, Baron, and CJ headed out into the night, with no destination in sight.

It's been awhile where I've had the time to literally just wander an area, with no destination, with no purpose. As I was trying to think about where to go in the midst of Baron's screaming inline 4 engine, CJ's deep rumbling vtwin engine, and my own inline 3 engine with it's hybrid i-4 and v-twin exhaust note, and realized that this group ride was sort of the destination. As long as we were together, it didnt' matter, it was just fun and exhilrating to just ride with some friends.

No rushing and lane splitting to work or class, just pure old riding, just what it's supposed to be like. It's been awhile since I've had an opportunity to do this, it was a good break from set schedules and destinations which my life is composed of now...

"Where should we go tonight?"

"Anywhere, just go."

Well said.

An Urge to Break the Monotony

Simply put, life is getting to monotonous for me.

Even after getting my bike stolen, doing bad on a midterm, and adjusting to a much quieter life post-SPOP, I'm beginning to notice that my life has been severely stricken with monotony. I would wake up, go to class, end around noon, fight the through the war-zone known as Anteater Parking Structure, rush off to work, stay there and dilly dally with tedious tasks, leave around 6:30, go home and that's that.

On the weekends I would go home and hang out with the parentals and friends back at home. Then the following Sunday I would rush back to Irvine to prepare for another week.

I'm waiting for something amazing to happen, be it a girl that will steal my heart, traveling to a foreign land, going on a spontaneous adventure, anything.

I just need something to give my life some spark again.

Things like:

• Riding a motorcycle for the first time
• Kissing a girl for the first time
• Staffing with some amazing people over the summer through the Student Orientation Program at UCI
• Traveling abroad to Europe for the first time
  

I have realized that I crave things that are foreign to me, something that can be wondering the streets of a foreign country listening to conversations that you can't understand or from simple things such as cruising down the open road into the unknown.

I'm waiting life, give me something new and amazing to experience.

Life Rears It's Ugly Head

Today marks one of those real-life situations that you think it will never happen to you and it does.

Today marks the day that I had my 2009 Kawasaki ZX-6r stolen from under my nose, along with my roommate Lerry's bike which was parked safely next to it. It was still there last night after coming back from dinner at Maggiano's yesterday with Ariana, but when I went downstairs today at 1:30pm today to get to my class that little green speck that I always see when I walk toward my parking spot was missing.

I remember my mouth saying "fuck it's gone" and walking quicker toward the crime scene to check up on my roommate's bike to see if it was gone too. Lerry had a 3-4 inch thick chain plus a GPS global tracker system on his bike and behold, there was nothing left but the chain and locks.

Hm... I don't feel like I could write about this for now, so I'm just going to put it to the side.

Back 10/21/09:

I have realized that not only is this a major convenience to my daily schedule since having a motorcycle makes getting to class considerably easier and work considerably faster, I have learned to adapt to extreme conditions.

I've always said to myself that this wouldn't happen to me, but boy was I wrong. My ignorance has shown me how ugly life can really get, but why sob my eyes out on a lost possession? The only thing is I can move on. I can't say that I was not saddened by this event, but I was goaded by my new found hatred of the apartment where I live at in fighting for a better and safer security system for the entire community.

You can't let things like this bog you down, the best thing you can do is make the best of it and move on. Life is already floating on and you should float with it.

In the meanwhile... I got this on my sights: