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what makes a happy day? does a feeling of content and peace at the point one rests one's head on the bed any indication of how the day went? i always wondered when i tell myself, or someone else, that i had a bad day, what a bad day really means. its subjective, isn't it? could have been a nice conversation, or a very random discovery. could be that something big happened, or some achievement of a personal nature. could simply be the fact that the duvet is nice and comfortable and the pillows somehow perfectly fluffed out, and that nothing in the day matters more than just that moment.

my day was far from perfect. too much time wasted on waiting and lazing around. some planning done. some studying done. there were conv with sureen and hanizah which would cheer up anyone's day. there were very morose moments, and moments of agonizing uncertainty. there were gossip and catching up with ayah, akak, ayah again, and then mak. there were moments where i didn't want to get out of bed, and live the day. there was that one person who laughed at exactly the right moments and listened to absolutely everything i had to say even when i personally found myself a lot of uninteresting. there were moments of leafing through mementos and remembering a whole bunch of people i cared about who are so very far away. and then there were moments when random thoughtless, unnecessitated blog entries would do. when another episode of grey's would be great. when everything is a-okay, irrespective of time and plans.

im fairly certain that my years-old pillows are flat and stiff, and my bed generally cold and totally unwelcoming. but today was a good day. it was a good day altogether.