Driving late at night
When you smile at a baby and the baby smiles back.
The city lights of KL when you drive in to go clubbing.
Road trips with family, when everyone is happy.
Being only 21.
Finding a really great book that sticks in your mind for a long time.
DVD box sets that sell for five dollars apiece.
My Macbook.
My current favourite song on the radio.
Clothes that smell like Dove, bitter-sweet.
Doorknobs that are set right in the middle of the door.
Watching a cat wash its face.
Having a high-school type of crush on someone.
Peeling the price stickers off new books and then writing my name and the date on the first page.
A baby’s solid weight in my arms. Very reassuring and hopeful and anti-emo.
When I’m sitting in the car, listening to a happifying song and I ook out and up to see the sky is a perfect shade of Tiffany-blue.
Letting out a very long, satisfying stream of curses when something (someone) pisses me off.
When my phone rings and its someone I like. There’s a dark to this light of course.
Falling asleep with just enough alcohol in me to make the world seem perfect, but not enough to wake up with a hangover.
Mailing things at the post office.
Confiding things in people and then not regretting it.
Getting dressed up to go out.
Shisha-ing and clubbing with old friends.
When you’re ranting to someone and not only do they let you rant as much and as long as you want, but they totally get it too. And they don’t think you’re weird for having to rant.
Piping hot char koay teow and the fried crispies they give you with your banana leaf rice at Sri Paandi’s.
Remembering the good memories of being a Malaysian.
Fresh music on my iPod.
