I declare myself "cengeng"! I cry easily at anything happy or sad. Usually, the sad part wring most tears out of me! But I seldom cry something about me... I cry for others. Take for instance, this morning... as I was 'blog-hopping', and reading Andrea Whatever's posting about her father's demise, my whole body shook, and tears just flow freely. I hate that, you know...the crying.
Sometimes, when I am sad, I try not to play along with my sentiments. But then there is always something, somewhere out there that I'd encounter that render the cengeng-ness in me.
And.... I am sad right now, and writing this is just an excuse for me to :'(