End of a Stage of Life

Well, we are leaving for St. Paul/Minneapolis today... to drop him off and get him settled into his new apartment. Tuesday I will be flying back alone back to Cleveland.. and I am really going to miss him... seriously.. it sucks. This is the start of 4 long years apart. But I am determined to make it work .. he's the man of my dreams.. someone who blows my mind and makes me feel like a precious princess.. I love him and I am not going to let him go, never ever.

First Darling of the Morning

Currently, I am reading the childhood memoirs of my English teacher, Thrity Umrigar. It's a pretty interesting read, and perhaps even more interesting because I've had her as a teacher and I read her other book, Bombay Time. It sort of makes the book more personal to me. Plus, the book is set in India... and somehow, books by indian authors always strike a certain chord in me. For example, The Namesake by Jhumpa Lahiri, is an absolutely beautiful book.. love it.

There's a passage in Umrigar's memoirs where she talks about the day that her english teacher assigned the class a writting assignment, but added the stipulation that they use "real" names. Ie, stop using generic american names like Mr. Brown and Mrs. Smith. She also said to stop making all the characters blond haired and blue eyed... and this totally rocked Umrigar's mind set... it was an interesting revelation that the culture you grow up in, despite your family heritage can shape you to such a strong extent. Umrigar's entire world-view was shaped by British england... and not by the every day Bombay that she lived and breathed every single day..

I once had an experience like that, I was playing Sim Tower as a kid, it's a game just like Sim City, only you build a mega-tower rather than a city. You even get to name the sims that move into teh tower and all that... I would name all of them things like "Timmy", "Lilian", etc... and I remember one time my cousin told me that if she played, she would name all of them indian names... and for some reason, that statement resonated within me. I was shocked that I "naturally" gravitated towards naming the sims american names... culture and personality is so intriguing.

Sounds of our Lives

It's amazing how sounds and smells can bring back so many memories. It's almost better than photographs in the sense that it really transports you right back into the essence of that moment. And all of a sudden, all the details are clear, and you are no longer in the present, but instead right back into that moment. Reliving all of it.... I love these types of experiences...

Right now I am listening to the Fable Soundtrack (Fable is an X-Box game). And I am suddenly transported back to BF's fouton in his apartment, eating an everything bagel with cream cheese watching him run around the world killing bad guys, saving damsels.. and doing all that good stuff.

It's perfect.

Chicago - Revisted

Get it? Get the play of words on the title? Haha, just like Matrix Revisted! (The behind-the-scenes DVD on the making of the first Matrix - for all you newbies who aren't hip to Matrix lingo!) How appropriate of a title, after all, this is the first time that I came to Chicago with BF... and hopefully the start of many many more visits. Therefore, Chicago has become infused with his essence... what an interesting idea and thought.

Anyways, it was an interesting time. Not as tragic and dramatic as it could have been. Although, judging from Thursday's events, I really was not in the mood to go. and was seriously considering cancelling. But that's no good.. I am an adult and I have to assert myself and my life plans.

The Northwestern conference was a real cool experience. I am really enjoying seeing all these sides of medicine. I really feel like I am more than just a medical school student, slaving away at the books (although, truth be told, I am actually not yet, will be in the fall though). Plus, I am really learning how to perform and be in an "adult" environment. Just as another other stage and culture in life, there are set rules and expectations. If you fail to adopt them, then you are an outsider. I want an emic point of view! (or is it etic??)

Regardless, it was really nice being there with the boyfriend. Plus, I get to expand my "professional" circle in Chicago....
Watch out world, here I come!

Border Patrol Bitch

When we were trying to cross into Canada yesterday to go gambling in Windsor, we came across the biggest bitch out there! Man, she had a big ass stick shoved up her ass... and believe me, it was causing her some enormous pain that she definitely felt the need to express. Biotch... telling us if we know how to stop at the stop sign, then she's telling us that she has no obligation to let us out of America... ok control freak. Power in the wrong hands... see the damage it causes!

Windsor was pretty fun. Looks like I still have the magic touch when it comes to gambling. So far it's been the last 3 times I've gone gambling, I've come out alright.. and had more to make up for BF's losses.. not a bad streak! So if people ask me what my strategy is, I'll have to tell them it's becuase I am so goddamn sexy.. the machine is intimidated.. haha, sure...

Time to write this stupid paper on ethical HIV clinical trials.. ooo the excitement! ;)

Poetry is best when bored!

Here's a recipe for boredom:

Write poetry with a friend over IM!!! (It's best done when you haven't seen the friend in a few years) Yea A!

The walls are bleak and so was my lunch
i havent had lunch and my chest hurts a bunch
hark! and now I have schizophrenia... thanks you lousy munch!
sukamarket: hahahasukamarket: this poem is dying...sukamarket: or maybe im lyingsukamarket: perhaps even cryingsukamarket: and slowly tryingsukamarket: to make this poem not die.sukamarket: and then i killed it.


A-
it is gloomy outsidemy brain is friedfrom learning too muchoutlining and suchso to gym i goto sweat and sothen eat some lunchbut not a bunchstudy some morethen go to the storeto end my daythe starbucks way =)

Me-
Tick Tock.. Tick Tock,
Time is slow when your boss is a bore
Tick goes the time, and tock goes my car’s engine
Gee, I hope my car is worth its tin.
After work, to class I go
To sit for a lecture that I abhore!
Late at night, snuggle will I,
With my cuddly boyfriend
And his big brown eye!

A-
at 12 im off to lunchto eat a whole bunchat the new craze of the nationsoup plantationthen i will be really fulland may sit like a bullor maybe take a napthough i should do all my crapmaybe i should be doneok yes, but that was fun!

Regarding Interview from Hell

... I can't believe it, but I actually got accepted to the medical school that gave me the interview from hell... life sure is crazy! I guess these are the crazy things that happen when you live life on the liminal edge!!!

Life is about to take some interesting, but really sad turns... May 15th (Apocalys)