Two months and counting.

I think I have one post where I said that I don't want to interact with my neighbors here in my humble place (condo building).

Before I knew it, I find myself cooking something for them every Sunday. Cakes, muffins, cookies, lasagnas ... I dunno. I've always been a giver. I'm a person of near infinite immateriability (that a word?) to people I choose to be with.

Don't take me wrong, I don't intend for people to have their respect because of my generosity or hear myself getting exalted (now that's just lame). I just do.

Enough of that.

The reason why I'm writing this is because I have sweet neighbors. Whenever they give me free lunch or dinner, I get so happy it's euphoric.

To you guys, thank you :3