An Ode To December 2009
Here I sit just one week after
My Thanksgiving break of food and laughter
Too short it was you can't deny
Not seeing my dog is cause to cry
So here we are with just three weeks
Till the shelf exam that will bust my cheeks
I just cant wait till this all ends
So I can spend time with family and friends
But until then I must continue
To dream of home and my PS2.
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Sunday, August 30, 2009
Done with OB Gyn!
Yesterday was PSD#1 (Post Shelf Day) and on the suggestion of Milan, we made a little trip up to Tanner's Apple Orchard for some apple picking, except that we didn't pick any apples. What we did do was enjoy some delicious $1 ice cream sundaes and pick up some apple cider and apple cider doughnuts (I've eaten 6 of them already). And, we got to see some exotic animals, including llamas and goats, and take a couple pictures like this one on the Tanners Appley Express:
Afterward we headed over to Paul, Peter, and Julia's for some much needed karaoke. Overall a much needed relaxing weekend after our first 8 weeks of M3.
Yesterday was PSD#1 (Post Shelf Day) and on the suggestion of Milan, we made a little trip up to Tanner's Apple Orchard for some apple picking, except that we didn't pick any apples. What we did do was enjoy some delicious $1 ice cream sundaes and pick up some apple cider and apple cider doughnuts (I've eaten 6 of them already). And, we got to see some exotic animals, including llamas and goats, and take a couple pictures like this one on the Tanners Appley Express:
Afterward we headed over to Paul, Peter, and Julia's for some much needed karaoke. Overall a much needed relaxing weekend after our first 8 weeks of M3.
Saturday, May 16, 2009
This is a picture of me looking pensive.
This picture is a perfect snapshot of how I feel right now; reflecting on sunsets past, looking ahead to the unexplored future, and pondering a great many questions regarding the present. Number one on that list is why I kept falling asleep watching TV while I was home, but now that I'm back to studying and actually need sleep, I'm still awake and updating my blog.
I also get pensive looking at this picture of me looking pensive; said picture was taken at Torrey Pines beach during winter break M1 year, one of the happiest times of the past two years.
And right as I was about to start reflecting about being halfway through med school and all the choices in life that lead me to be sitting in an apartment on the 9th floor of a building in Peoria, Illinois, "At The Beginning" from the movie Anastasia came on my playlist. This song was sung at my high school graduation, and speaks volumes about the journey that is life. So while I go back to bed and try to sleep, I'll leave you all with this profoundly deep and emotional line, sung by Donna Lewis and Richard Marx.
"In the end I want to be standing at the beginning with you."
Update >>> Ok, I didn't go to sleep. I went on facebook instead, and while perusing the profiles of old friends from days long past, I was reminded of a skit I wrote for our final project way back in AP English during senior year. It was a play that combined elements from most of the things we read that year, namely Hamlet, A Tale of Two Cities, and a Picture of Dorian Grey. It was probably the cheesiest play ever written, and foolishly included jokes that not even my fellow actors got, but it still was tons of fun and was performed with some of my best friends from high school. So on that note, I'll leave you all with this nonsensical line from the play I wrote that I can still remember reciting.
"A spork? Who ever heard of being killed by a spork?" (it didn't make sense 7 years ago either)
This picture is a perfect snapshot of how I feel right now; reflecting on sunsets past, looking ahead to the unexplored future, and pondering a great many questions regarding the present. Number one on that list is why I kept falling asleep watching TV while I was home, but now that I'm back to studying and actually need sleep, I'm still awake and updating my blog.
I also get pensive looking at this picture of me looking pensive; said picture was taken at Torrey Pines beach during winter break M1 year, one of the happiest times of the past two years.
And right as I was about to start reflecting about being halfway through med school and all the choices in life that lead me to be sitting in an apartment on the 9th floor of a building in Peoria, Illinois, "At The Beginning" from the movie Anastasia came on my playlist. This song was sung at my high school graduation, and speaks volumes about the journey that is life. So while I go back to bed and try to sleep, I'll leave you all with this profoundly deep and emotional line, sung by Donna Lewis and Richard Marx.
"In the end I want to be standing at the beginning with you."
Update >>> Ok, I didn't go to sleep. I went on facebook instead, and while perusing the profiles of old friends from days long past, I was reminded of a skit I wrote for our final project way back in AP English during senior year. It was a play that combined elements from most of the things we read that year, namely Hamlet, A Tale of Two Cities, and a Picture of Dorian Grey. It was probably the cheesiest play ever written, and foolishly included jokes that not even my fellow actors got, but it still was tons of fun and was performed with some of my best friends from high school. So on that note, I'll leave you all with this nonsensical line from the play I wrote that I can still remember reciting.
"A spork? Who ever heard of being killed by a spork?" (it didn't make sense 7 years ago either)
Saturday, May 02, 2009
It's midnight, I'm studying for exams, and once again I rely on my old friend Mr. Blog for some peace of mind. I have entitled tonight's post "A Reflection on Life in Peoria", alternatively called "I don't want to study pathology of the breast".
A week ago, after classes on a sunny, peaceful day, a couple of us decided to take a stroll through downtown Peoria. We often make fun of this town, but in all honesty that was one of the most relaxing and soulfully enlightening experiences of recent memory. After eating my first burger in a long while, we explored a bit around. Walking down the street, with the sun shining and the trees green and arm in arm with friends (ok not really), it made me feel like I was back in high school, strolling around Balboa Park with the high school buds. Downtown Peoria really isn't bad when the weather is nice, and we spent some time admiring some of the statues, playing tag, and sitting by the fountain with no water. Later we wandered into some super tall building and took the elevator to the top floor, where we got a great view of the town. It was a very relaxing and retrospective moment, right up until Leah mentioned how the building was swaying in the wind and we decided to come back down. When I got back to my apartment, I thought to myself about the different roads life has taken me. 3 years ago I never would have guessed that I would have ended up in the midwest, and I have even less of an idea where I might be 3 years from now. But whereever I may end up, there will always be those simple friday afternoons where you can relax, admire your surroundings (even if the fountain doesn't have water) and enjoy some time spent amongst friends.
That's about the time I made a list of things I wanted to do when I got home and started counting the days till my flight out of here.
A week ago, after classes on a sunny, peaceful day, a couple of us decided to take a stroll through downtown Peoria. We often make fun of this town, but in all honesty that was one of the most relaxing and soulfully enlightening experiences of recent memory. After eating my first burger in a long while, we explored a bit around. Walking down the street, with the sun shining and the trees green and arm in arm with friends (ok not really), it made me feel like I was back in high school, strolling around Balboa Park with the high school buds. Downtown Peoria really isn't bad when the weather is nice, and we spent some time admiring some of the statues, playing tag, and sitting by the fountain with no water. Later we wandered into some super tall building and took the elevator to the top floor, where we got a great view of the town. It was a very relaxing and retrospective moment, right up until Leah mentioned how the building was swaying in the wind and we decided to come back down. When I got back to my apartment, I thought to myself about the different roads life has taken me. 3 years ago I never would have guessed that I would have ended up in the midwest, and I have even less of an idea where I might be 3 years from now. But whereever I may end up, there will always be those simple friday afternoons where you can relax, admire your surroundings (even if the fountain doesn't have water) and enjoy some time spent amongst friends.
That's about the time I made a list of things I wanted to do when I got home and started counting the days till my flight out of here.
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
I've spent the last 45 minutes looking at the same slide describing diseases of the vulva, so I've finally accepted the fact that no more work will get done this night. Therefore, I decided to make the return to my often forgotten blog, that same blog that once was updated on the daily and now has but 2 measly posts in 2009 going into April. This blog has been around since 2002, keeping a record of the often humorous misadventures of myself and various friends I've met along the way, and such a loyal journal deserves more attention than I've given it recently. Therefore, to mark my return to making quality entries, I decided to write about a topic that is very near and dear to my heart: my dog Calvin. This is the story of Calvin the dog.
Calvin was born March 26, 2003, the eldest of 6 puppies to a chow mother and lab father. Known for his energetic and carefree personality, his original owner dubbed him Tuffy (as in Toughy). We adopted him at the age of 6 weeks, and I blessed him with the name Calvin (named after the equally mischievious Calvin from Calvin and Hobbes). Calvin was quite free spirited as a puppy, playful and wild, running around endlessly which resulted in me having to chase and catch him whenever he happened to escape through the gate.
As a puppy, Calvin loved attention. One of his oldest tricks was to grab socks out of the laundry room and then chew it in front of me while I watched tv, forcing me to get up and chase him. He loved playing tug of war with such socks, but always cheated by using his paws (cheater).
Calvin was an incredibly cute puppy, as was well demonstrated by the one time I took him to Mission Bay for Labor Day. Mission Bay is located near Pacific Beach, the area of San Diego where young partygoers live, and on that particular day the park was filled with beautiful and youthful folk. Walking Calvin along the park resulted in numerous bikini clad girls coming up to pet him and tell me what a cute dog he was. That day, Calvin was the definition of man's best friend.
Calvin eventually outgrew his puppy days, and today is a giant sized stuffed animal that sleeps all day, except for breakfast, dinner, and snack time from dad. He also enjoys stealing naps on beds when nobody is around (I secretly let him).
Calvin was born March 26, 2003, the eldest of 6 puppies to a chow mother and lab father. Known for his energetic and carefree personality, his original owner dubbed him Tuffy (as in Toughy). We adopted him at the age of 6 weeks, and I blessed him with the name Calvin (named after the equally mischievious Calvin from Calvin and Hobbes). Calvin was quite free spirited as a puppy, playful and wild, running around endlessly which resulted in me having to chase and catch him whenever he happened to escape through the gate.
As a puppy, Calvin loved attention. One of his oldest tricks was to grab socks out of the laundry room and then chew it in front of me while I watched tv, forcing me to get up and chase him. He loved playing tug of war with such socks, but always cheated by using his paws (cheater).
Calvin was an incredibly cute puppy, as was well demonstrated by the one time I took him to Mission Bay for Labor Day. Mission Bay is located near Pacific Beach, the area of San Diego where young partygoers live, and on that particular day the park was filled with beautiful and youthful folk. Walking Calvin along the park resulted in numerous bikini clad girls coming up to pet him and tell me what a cute dog he was. That day, Calvin was the definition of man's best friend.
Calvin eventually outgrew his puppy days, and today is a giant sized stuffed animal that sleeps all day, except for breakfast, dinner, and snack time from dad. He also enjoys stealing naps on beds when nobody is around (I secretly let him).
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
So I've given up Facebook for 40 days, which leaves me with nothing but my old blog in order to share all the exciting things that happen in my life.
Last Saturday was Snowball, our med school formal. It was good fun with lots of dancing and seeing all my friends dressed up and looking hot.
The dudes:
The beautiful ladies:
Our dinner table. I also gave up meat for lent, so I got to enjoy the best vegetable pasta I have ever eaten. Ever.
Last Saturday was Snowball, our med school formal. It was good fun with lots of dancing and seeing all my friends dressed up and looking hot.
The dudes:
The beautiful ladies:
Our dinner table. I also gave up meat for lent, so I got to enjoy the best vegetable pasta I have ever eaten. Ever.
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
An Ode to the 9th Floor
Now that we're done with exams and immersion
It's time to return to my favorite diversion
Another poem I have composed
About the building where I stay when it snows
Again i write in honor of floor number nine
Whose inhabitants always cause a tingling spine
Oh 9th floor why do I love thee?
Let me count the ways you make me happy
First of all there's Helen, who babysits our plants
The decorations she hangs are worth a 2nd glance
Then there's our upperclassmen neighbors who we forget not
Both friendly and smart, plus really quite hot
And of course my room, where we watch Jack Bauer
Its the best place in all of Oak Tower
But what is really so special about floor nine
Are Leah and Seetal, great neighbors of mine
There's nothing better than the things that they bake
Brownies, muffins, and a checkerboard cake
Whether we play games, watch the office or lost
Having neighbors like these is like sugary frost
Now that we're done with exams and immersion
It's time to return to my favorite diversion
Another poem I have composed
About the building where I stay when it snows
Again i write in honor of floor number nine
Whose inhabitants always cause a tingling spine
Oh 9th floor why do I love thee?
Let me count the ways you make me happy
First of all there's Helen, who babysits our plants
The decorations she hangs are worth a 2nd glance
Then there's our upperclassmen neighbors who we forget not
Both friendly and smart, plus really quite hot
And of course my room, where we watch Jack Bauer
Its the best place in all of Oak Tower
But what is really so special about floor nine
Are Leah and Seetal, great neighbors of mine
There's nothing better than the things that they bake
Brownies, muffins, and a checkerboard cake
Whether we play games, watch the office or lost
Having neighbors like these is like sugary frost
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