suicidal

Hah! That got your attention!

Actually, what I was gonna say is that it's tripping time again! I'll be away for a one-week trip after tomorrow! My personal boundaries will be tested once again. I am very much not liking this trip for three reasons:

1.   Urbanity!                                                                                                     Where I'm going, it is going to be URBAN. Sky scrapers, big crowds, buzzing traffic and rude people. I have been spoilt of four years of greenery, mooing cows and a much preferred individualistic society. I am not looking forward to the elbowing I am going to have to do over the next few days.
   
2.   I am doomed to formal attire for four days.                                          Ugh. Heels. I am a scientist. I belong in sneakers, a pair of loose jeans and anything I can get away with wearing under a lab coat. Other than the fact that I love making protein complexes out of cloth pegs, casual wear is my highlight for being in science.
3.   I don't like making small talks.                                                                  It is that awkward feeling where you feel obligated to give more than a smile because you received a smile, and then more than a sentence because you received one in return. When you finally run out of words, you feel a bit shameful and embarrassed you weren't substantial enough for a proper conversation. Either that or you'd come to a point where you would want your responder to somehow just shut up.
   

Which therefore makes me a homie person. No, not the "Yo! Yo! Wassup homie?!" type of homie. I am referring to the type of homie that your mom would regret paying for your education if you turned out to be one. Wait. Okay, it so happens that being a homie in any way wouldn't be a good thing for mommas in general.

It is just that four years back, just before I was sent overseas to get my degree, I had told my mom that I wanted to grow up to be a housewife. I wasn't kidding by the way. Mom scoffed and said that if that was my ambition, then sending me overseas would be a waste of money. Gah...Asians and their parental support system!

So four years down the road, I am still wanting to be a housewife. I mean, I've got what it takes! Seriously! I love doing dishes, I follow recipes like I follow experimental protocols and I love buffing mirrors till they shine (to say the least). Wax on! wax off! Have you see Wall-E? That midget robot that will go to world's end to wipe off a bootmark? Yeah. Me in virtual reality.

Oh God please kill me because if you don't, my mom will.