tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19569968.post-52918905829527675432008-07-10T21:33:00.001-04:002008-07-10T21:33:57.984-04:00<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">I am at a meeting with many of the top physicians and researchers from the university, including an oncologist, an infectious disease physician, a neuroradiologist, a rheumatologist, two translational medicine specialists, and a dentist. We are discussing our ethical and safety concerns of cutting edge research.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">My hair is slightly sunkissed (or as sun kissed as jet black asian hair can get) and my face is looking pretty damn thin (or as thin as a giantly round flat asian face can look). I am feeling fairly pretty and normal. I never feel this normal.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">And then the plate of extra creamy rigatoni pasta starts turning in my lactose-hating stomach. I look down and remember that I am wearing ultra white capri pants. These are some brand new very white pants. I am talking Katie Couric white, Cate Blanchett white, Tilda freaking Newton white. Yeah I know, that is super duper white. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Crapping my pants is not an option. </span>craziasianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01454377765469856904noreply@blogger.com