Naivety. A character trait which I've always known, and have always attached a negative connotation to. But now, I hardly think so. I want to be naive again. I want to know that I'm naive. That despite knowing all that I do now, and starting to compartmentalise my life so that I wouldn't get hurt, I am still naive. Still believing, still giving the benefit of the doubt. Still trusting in the goodness of people and wanting to invest in other's lives.
The mum and the brother had just left, after their one week of fun in Melbourne. I feel happy, and yet sad, but mostly happy. Was feeling really homesick before they arrived even though I had just been back in Singapore, for reasons I couldn't put a finger to. Now I figured it's mostly because I felt like I hadn't spent enough time with them, and now I'm satisfied that I'd more than caught up during this one week :) I've also got more home-cooked food in the (refrigerator and) tummy, all thanks to the xi4xin1-ness of my dear mummy! (It even rhymes.)
Cannot help smiling at the happy times we've had, even though the trip wasn't entirely smooth. Cranky comments my brother made during the road trips keep emerging in my head.
'We HAVE to go to Wilson's Prom, if not Wilson cannot graduate!' 'Why Squeaky Beach so screwed up one, must run then will squeak.' 'Let's not do the maze la, we'll be frozen before we can complete it.' 'Ahhh.. (checking the photograph he just captured) MSN dp quality!!' 'The man-made stalactites in this restaurant look like those wet tissue paper people throw to stick on the ceiling.' 'Rawwwrr (running a bear puppet along my shoulder)!! Eh, you got scared right!' 'This TimTam Shake really tastes like TimTam!'
Hmmm, actually I think I made some of those comments.. the memory's intentionally hazy ;p
The bro's favourite Greek restaurant. (He had it twice while he was here!)