has life become too complicated that i chose to be a much simpler person?
or am i still as complex as before?
i get happy, even at the most teeny weeny things, which once would be insignificant to me. like killing a mosquito that has just bitten me and asking the pantry auntie whether she wants the radio (coz she looked damn bored) though she rejected my offer.
i dunno. i just sympathise with old folks. probably like what imelda says, there's an aunty in me (coz i keep looking out for sales and happy that i clinched a good deal). so i'm feeling for my own kind. hahaha.
