Hey, check this out! That’s my uvula a/k/a ‘entil’. I had it removed just today, because it was “blocking my air passage.”
I wish my parents took care of it at ‘the right time’, in ‘the right place’, by ‘the right doc’.
Back home, a buck ninety nine and a shot of ‘Arekae’ would have gotten this baby flying into the heavens in no time.
Unfortunately, that wasn’t an option for me, so I had to go to the “place” where you seem to pay for service by the number of words that the guy in the white jacket (a/k/a doctor) spits out…
BTW, why do doctors wear white outfits??? Supposedly, they are dealing with people that have blood gushing out of their membranes, or are throwing up uncontrollably, or are crapping all over themselves! You would think black would be the proper attire…I don’t see diesel mechanics wearing white…something to ponder on…but, I am not here to talk about fashion…
…So, the “doctor” said to me, “well (pause), it looks like you have an enlarged uvula, and would be best to do a sleep apnea test on you, to see how server your uvula is affecting your breathing.” Of course, I am giving you the abbreviated version. You know these doctors charge you by the number of words that come out of their mouth…the more words, the more dinero! Continue reading ‘EnTil masQoreT kilkil neuw!’
Published by August 3rd, 2006 in Social.


For the longest time, I placed blindfolds over my eyes, and acted as if nothing bad was happening in the place where I was born. The place that I, like many others, feel so passionate about.
