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i have GOT to stop wasting time on awfulplasticsurgery.com. seriously, do i really need to know that paris hilton's eyes are, in fact, brown *gasp* or that lil kim is no longer human, or see yet another picture of lindsey lohan where her boobs are pushed up to her chin? who am i kidding, of course i do.
hyuk, i just tried to pretend that i haven't been away for an eternity.
le sigh. i just talked to my mom and i'm now saddy poo (with a dash of anger mixed in). remember my cousin? u know, the *proposal* cousin? he recently got married (i can't blv he got over me so fast), which has my parents' proverbial panties in a knot. not only did my mom call during ER (HELLO??!), but she lamented out loud for what seemed like eons on possible mistakes they made in raising me. and also, how i was heartless to deprive them of descendants, especially when they're going to pass away at any given moment. *pause to roll eyes and then punch something*
as usual, i let her go on, and managed to somehow not flip out when she asked why the heck i'm not coming home for the weekend.
on to brighter things, maybe. i can now pubmed myself (very cool) and i was invited to ash (american society of hematology annual meeting) this december (also cool), but, i have to present. crikey. an oral in a convention centre (*puke*). needless to say, i am terrified. however no one seems to care that i'm terried, but only that i "got a talk." HELLo? convention centre?!! hematology bigwigs? pls kill me now.
in a moment of extremely bad judgment, i somehow convinced myself that i needed all the practice i could get, and asked (yes, asked) to give orals at two events at mac. WTF.
ok i've reached my desired length, and must bid adieu.
hyuk, i just tried to pretend that i haven't been away for an eternity.
le sigh. i just talked to my mom and i'm now saddy poo (with a dash of anger mixed in). remember my cousin? u know, the *proposal* cousin? he recently got married (i can't blv he got over me so fast), which has my parents' proverbial panties in a knot. not only did my mom call during ER (HELLO??!), but she lamented out loud for what seemed like eons on possible mistakes they made in raising me. and also, how i was heartless to deprive them of descendants, especially when they're going to pass away at any given moment. *pause to roll eyes and then punch something*
as usual, i let her go on, and managed to somehow not flip out when she asked why the heck i'm not coming home for the weekend.
on to brighter things, maybe. i can now pubmed myself (very cool) and i was invited to ash (american society of hematology annual meeting) this december (also cool), but, i have to present. crikey. an oral in a convention centre (*puke*). needless to say, i am terrified. however no one seems to care that i'm terried, but only that i "got a talk." HELLo? convention centre?!! hematology bigwigs? pls kill me now.
in a moment of extremely bad judgment, i somehow convinced myself that i needed all the practice i could get, and asked (yes, asked) to give orals at two events at mac. WTF.
ok i've reached my desired length, and must bid adieu.