Todays Random Truth
Toro is a food orgasm. That is all..
I enjoy music, writing, funny random thoughts, and chocolate chip cookies oh and sushi lots of sushi
Toro is a food orgasm. That is all..
I thought that the anticipation for the results of our first internal exam would be palpable. I had visions of our daily routine being replaced by tense apprehension.
The practice of medicine is an art. Someone told me that once. It takes a lot of studying to become proficient at it.
You think you know now, but you have no idea. I certainly didn't have a clue. Seconds meandered into minutes which flowed into hours which swirled into days.
Every diurnal course of my squalid perseity was utilized conceiving ways to conquer an omnipotent, invisible calumniator: BOREDOM. Let me count the ways.....8 hours a day were taken by classes.
By now, classes were becoming like second nature to us. Wake up, shit, brush teeth, drink coffee, go to class, sleep in class. My classmates personalities were also beginning to come out.
Approximately 168 hours into my crucible, I fared no better in alleviating the persistent suffering and anguish that had befallen me.
One of the few pleasures at P.S.G. was tea-time. Classes were over for the day, teachers had departed on their rickety scooters, and everyone was a lot more relaxed.
So far, my first day of class was an eye-opener. It was disappointing that I was the only one "dressed" for the occasion. I had a classmate named Tolstoy.
First things first. Before starting at a new institution of learning, one requires items like books, writing utensils, a mini-tape recorder, and in the case of P.S.G., a set of uniforms.
Culture Shock: a state of anxiety and confusion experienced by someone upon encountering an alien environment. It certainly felt like I was on Mars. The heat was oppressive.
So we come to the end of my youth in America.
My family was big into "Indian functions" around this period of my life. My dad was president of the Kerala Association of Greater Washington. My mother was on the committee for the Washington, D.C.
I remember it quite vividly. I was upstairs in my parents bedroom watching TGIF (oh come on!!. you know you did too once upon a time!!!). Full House was on.
Greetings and Salutations. Hi everybody (or nobody seeing as how no one yet knows I'm doing this opuss thing.) Why opuss you ask.
Did you ever wonder how a blind person knows when they are done wiping their butt?.
Q: how many vegans does it take to screw in a light bulb. A: I'm better than you.
I keep breathing you in..... Your smell.... Your taste.... The sight of you.... I keep breathing you in.... ....and it leaves me breathless..