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Spontaneity

I believe I've always been a spontaneous person and my close friends could attest to that. I love diving into stuff without having much proper advanced planning. Although for most stuff I do appreciate some general, structure or brief sketches here and there, I don't quite fancy too structured or too detailed planning because they don't quite turn out the way you expect them to and it could kill potential elements of surprise and adventure. But somehow since the past year, I have lost this so-called spontaneous tendencies. That is not surprising since executing spontaneous-ness would require a great deal of time in our hands.

Anyway, I absolutely loved how I managed to slowly regain back this spontaneous-ness recently, almost effortlessly. My mom and I booked a flight to Langkawi 2 days prior to the date of departure, I booked a room at a beach resort 1 day prior to arriving there, I decided to catch The Internship while I was at work right about 5:50pm, for the 6:50pm show, and my colleague and I, while making our way back home, decided to alight somewhere to have dinner, thereafter to discover the view from a 40th storey of a HDB flat and engaged in conversations about awesome stuff.

I need to cut myself some slack and be more spontaneous. I forgot how being spontaneous allows me to be more free-spirited.

But more interestingly, here are my thoughts after having travelled with mom for 5 days (really, just my mother and I):

1) Being the only child around, I got asked like a million times whether I wanted to eat her portions of her meal even after tasted some and after saying 'no' a million times.

2) Differing list of items to bring for a vacation. We laughed so hard because I discovered that my mother has always had 'rubber bands' in her list. Obviously, we both have different ideas of holiday, haha.

3) More opportunities to nag at each other. And at times, the mother and daughter roles were kinda reversed.

4) Also more opportunities to be extra caring for each other. I feel being cared for like by threefold. The 'if I was away for swimming for a long time, mother will be worried, I cannot bathe so late into the night for I could catch a cold, why hadn't I used the blanket' sorta caring :))

At the end of it while we were heading back home, my mother expressed that she would look forward to travelling more with me so that we can fight more.

That is, the sweetest thing. I love you, mama.

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