I want to run

so badly right now. I want to run crystal one last time again. I want to race one last time again. My left calf is in intermittent pain and it feels bruised up and down. I feel like it’s telling me something is torn and I need to stop walking around so much on it. I want to get out and run so badly though, I’ve seen one good sunset since i’ve gotten to sd and it was on a bike. Just not the same experience you work for. Still feeling a little overwhelmed with school work, not because there’s so much yet but more because i’m always uncertain if i’ve done everything or not. Don’t ask me how i ended up with 6 classes, i guess its because two are seminars, and still the workload is pretty light… but, its getting hard to remember what was due for each class. Sure, “get a planner,” but its different when one isn’t provided for you. Story of College life right there. Things are different when it’s not handed to you on a shiny platter. I know it’s cliche but it’s SO true when you experience it yourself. You seniors will see what i’m talking about one day. You’ll negate me now, but when the day comes–man, you’ll be laughing at yourself. But i digress, I’ve reached that point where i need to run, it’s unfortunate it came at a time when my leg is in pain. I can bike–but i won’t. I can walk–I have to though. I want and need to get out for a run, maybe i’ll take the bus down to the beach and run on the sand… yes, that sounds like a plan. Just need to find a nice long clean beach now.

Things are going well for those of you back up in the bay. I haven’t shrunken any clothes yet. All my whites are still white, i haven’t pulled an all nighter yet. I haven’t broken anything yet. I’ve been eating well–at least a meal a day LOL. I’ve been filling my tummy to say the least. I’m not late to class. I take notes and listen to lectures and discuss during discussions and engage during seminars. Life is well. I must have spent half my day today thinking about a planner. 4.5″ x 8″, 8.5″x11″, 3″x5″, weekly planners, day planners, academic yearly, monthly planner, address book, aw shucks. I think i’ll just make my own after seeing how much these companies are trying to rip us off. 20 bucks for something i could keep on my computer and print out for free. Well, getting home after chipotle–i spent another good hour figuring out the most optimal way of printing out a weekly or monthly or daily calendar. Should i draw it? Excel it? Get a image off google? Photoshop lines? oh… i’ll just print my google calendar.

To those who have word spelling suggestions built into their browser (it underlines a misspelt word), is it interesting that “google” is an actual entered word now? but “haha” or “lol” isn’t.

i’ll update you guys soon,
stay hungry
-lum.

sd looks like this sometimes

Yes i DO listen to your requests. and I respond.

I kinda need something to remind me of what life was like back at home. Calling people coon and luca sounds… awkward now. I’ve momentarily forgotten what cupertino trails feel like, what running down a rounded curbside feels like. Man, I can’t wait to come back up in the winter. I miss rainy nights and hearing the roof chatter. I miss locking the front door. I’m not homesick though. I just need a quick refresher on life back at home.

Doing just ‘right in SD

Move in day came and went just like that and here i am dawning on my first complete week as a college student. It doesn’t feel too different: things are chill, new friends–reminded of old ones, blasting my bike around, working on my bed, embracing ugly friend, roaming around at odd hours of the morning, and going to sleep at bad hours. I have to dot this all with an asterisk since i don’t officially start class until thursday… luckily, one of my longest work days. And i’m officially scared of how busy i’ll be during the school year, i ponder about the days i’ll be walking back from class with my head low, asking how i’ll ever pull myself out of the class alive. My suitemates are super chill and i mean, i’m at ucsd for heavens sake–if i really need help, all i have to do is look around. I guess that’s one of the pluses about everyone in college being as academically driven as you. Well I was able to sneak in a nice evening ride the other day before the dance, and man it was worth it. While its impossible to get places without going down “waiver paper signing” hills, we are in a great spot to watch the sun collide with the horizon. It’s really amazing, and something you don’t see in san jose. The clash between the sun and it’s golden reflection off the water is magical.

stay hungry, lum.

hectic week

all good things gotta end

well i’ve been meaning to write something quick about this for 3 days now, and the longer i wait it seems the more out of the mood i become. so i’ll just rip it off like a pestering band-aid. Not exactly sure how to write it out anyways, so its gonna sound really flat. I can’t believe i’ve been and am going to be saying it to myself but, i’ll actually miss my hometown. 18 years of growing up in the bay area and i’ll miss every little detail… nothing will replace my childhood here. As i start this so called “new chapter” it seems like it’s the first time i’ll be saying–stop. I don’t want to grow up, i want to stay young and bothered by my parents forever. I want them there to watch me mature and grow–as ironic as it sounds. I want to be here. It’s difficult to pack my life into boxes and containers, eventhough we’re advised not to… while i know most of these things i’m carefully tucking into the car, i won’t touch in the forthcoming months–their presence within my reach is just the addition i need to bring me back to how i felt home. For once, i’m actually scared. Worried that i won’t get to live or see and smell the events i wished i was at. In the case that my life does end up getting filled up in san diego, it will definitely take some time. it’s scary how things can move on and change so rapidly. Just like that, whenever i come back–there won’t be a freshman class which i’ll know faces to names. Things change and no longer become a part of my “road.” Most don’t call this ending, just evolving… at the moment, i see this is coming to an end.

that was my last sunday in san jose. that was my last full week in san jose. Next week, I live in san diego. Next week, I’m a student of UCSD. Next week, I’m Andrew Lum.

i guess it’ll make me feel better if i look at everything that’s already happened… i mean, comon–every second is our last–if you look closely enough. So technically, this “last week in san jose” stuff should be nothing. This all came too quickly. First it was–sweet a full summer, my longest summer of my life before retirement. Then it was, oh silly Berkeley kids with school in august. Now it goes something like–must run around completing everything insight before i leave. oh well. Plus, having 8am classes every day should help remind me of my days in high school. Wish my luck, i’ll be thinking of all of you at “home”

remind me that none of that made sense, i wrote it all with a promise i wouldn’t revise it.

This past week was good. I raced and i ran which made me happy, except for the times I ran on a overfull stomach. I swam and frolicked, hidden in the bushes of course. I got to see freshmen toughing it out. I saw Luca run an all around amazing race. I saw a varsity cross country team run as a varsity team. I did all the things i’d would’ve wanted to do had it been my last week at home. This feeling I have now is just that feeling of wishing it could be extended forever. That’s IT. I didn’t do anything wrong, just–knowing I won’t get to do it all over again for months is what kills me inside. That protection from never losing it is what I truly desire. Instead, I not only have the fear of losing it for an extended period of time, but I have the knowledge that I won’t see these people or do the things i’ve done for a while now.

So it’s past one, and i’ve pretty much finished packing (well i finished an hour ago and took a shower butt..) so i think i’d better get to sleep–i mean, today IS my last day here. Gonna go say goodbye. Later Bay, thanks for everything.

Man, I’m gonna miss this.

thanks to you guys,
stay hungry-seriously… lum.

Ever

CrazyTuesdayNightRide tonight with sjf to Alviso and through sj airport. It was all fun and fast until i got a flat and a few guys ate asphalt. Dang it sure ain’t great to bust out 40miles after a week of riding around the neighborhood. Nothing a little peach milk tea with pearls can’t soothe.

Everyone’s lives are full of moments. Moments make us who we are and it can easily be said that we thrive off them–good and bad. But why is it that those perfect moments insist on remaining simply, moments. Never longer and definitely not shorter. It’ll never be “One time…” or “In a heartbeat…” instead it’ll always just be–that moment. That perfect moment when everything comes together. Furthermore, it’s ridiculous how quickly things will snap out and back to your normal crappy life. It’s like great cooking, until the salt shaker lid pops off and your recipe goes bad. And don’t say you can mask it, you CAN’T–its like putting toothpaste back in the tube, impossible. Once that moment is ruined, you can’t go back, it’s something that just arrives, and after it’s been pooped on it’s nonexistent, null, never ever happened. Ever. I wish there was a way i could bottle up all those perfect moments and stash them away under my pillow. I’d dream with them and live them forever in my dreams. But welcome to reality andrew, where life sits on you like a fat kid at mcdonalds.

enjoy it.

I really miss those last few months after ap testing during senior year. As much as I enjoy living lax over the summer–I wish i could do it care free while IN school. Congrats to everyone who are gonna be on that flight to hawaii this year… well earned–it was definitely fun seeing everyone duke it out for the last spot. But at the same time–i hope that brought you all closer together. You’re all gonna have the best 4 days of high school, better than senior homecoming, grad, grad night, senior week combined. I promise. Just don’t get all caught up in the Hawaii life, it’s back to work when you get back to the states, for states. While i’m on that subject, i’m dying to get back into the running shoes. I hope to see myself outside actually hitting the road soon.

stay hungry, lum.

Choosing classes

in college is about 3x as hard as in high school. Especially when you’re trying to start fresh.

Macaframa Hip to Help

I really don't understand how 4 pairs of legs fit here.

pregame.

you missed a spot.

1st overall.

could rant on for hours.

…but i won’t. Cuz it was a good day, met a few more faces from sjf, and gained some more hill experience. Overall great riding, for the short lived time we were actually out. Even though, i was thoroughly sour about spending an hour and a half on the first tier manifest and going home empty handed and clothes full second hand dank. goodnight san jose.

stay hungry, lum.

Throwback

My throwback post choice of the day:

http://chopstixboy.wordpress.com/2009/05/23/cool-kids-ride-in-the-back/

“…as i close my eyes, the beach will always provide an answer to the questions no one could possibly answer. If I could, i’d just let the beach embrace me and take me…”

close those ears and stay hungry,
lum.

what a half crap ride up to stanford today. almost got run over by an off road jeep tire, got stared down by an old lady in a red prius. and i got tangled in traffic all day. at least i had foothill back home and a long tailwind pushing me downhill all the way back.

but its all good! because i didn’t strip out my hub threads
they were just loosey goosey from hop skidding so much, and then charging again.

And the day continued to blossom… eventhough directions by memory evidently isn’t my forte. I hope rio is full and satisfied.

That was a Wicked ride.

not many words to describe my first ride with sjf.
fast, smooth, long, dark, beautiful.
not so great was the 8 mile ride back home after burning through the latter 20 miles of the 34mi ride. also not so great getting dropped on the downhills and getting lost in the hilly neighborhoods. but it was awesome eating up the hills and flying on the flats, plus i met a few new faces. and nothing feels better after 20 miles than hosing down cookies ‘n cream hershey bar with strawberry lemonade powerade… here’s some quick shots.

forgot how good these are.

anyone have Wicked tickets?
hah, stay hungry. lum.

alleycat shmalleycat.

what are you going to do, when you cross that line. when you finish, how are you going to react, who will you see.

love funk in the trunk

what an awesome race to do as my first alleycat-3blindmice. I definitely wish there were more team alleycats, mostly because i couldn’t imagine mapping out a route in a city i’ve never biked in, with places i’ve never heard of, in such a short amount of time. By the time i’d finish-most would probably have already hit up two or three stops… But for finishing a my baby 3 days before, throwing down 3 consecutive 20 plus evenings for the first time, and making it out alive–today was a sweet day. pretty smooth race, took a while to get started, well… i guess we never really got it started–kinda just winged it the whole way. made some wrong choices on roads to take… and we paid the price. fremont traffic near every freeway entrance was the worst, and it was nice to get out into the empty business district, but most memorable is the vast amounts of spaces without trees or shade… something we totally take for granted here in the suburbs. it was draining. it was nice finally getting to the park, seeing justin waiting for us impatiently… choking down half a pizza and 2 sodas… laying on the grass. good times with a bunch of other people who just straight up love bikes and love to ride. nothing can get better. oh yes… finally a legit spokecard that actually is seriously good looking, eventhough it isn’t black and white

stay hungry, Lum.

One Moment.

one moment.

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