For me, being happy means..

....Having enough time and sufficient attention span to finish reading the novels I bought years ago. 

....Anything The-Real-Group-related: listening to their records, viewing their videos, watching their concert live (!!!), strolling through their FB or twitter page, or merely seeing the look in Emma’s face when she was holding those big cracker bags. Plus I LOVE the tagline 'forever curious' in their website. It's nothing artsy or musical, but the two words somehow show a continuous desire to live and learn, and that's just the primary prerequisite to be able to do everything! They're just damn heroic. *PS: did I spell 'continuous' correctly? Wait, let me check... Oh I did, thanks spell check!.

....Watching Jason Orange’s footwork at minute 5:40 on Take That’sEverything Changes live performance video. Or merely waiting for his close up shots. Or listening to his falsetto on “How Did It Come to This”... while he’s on those white red striped trousers.

....Listening to some so called amateur singers who turn out to be able to sing kind of effortlessly without being off-tone. Recently it’s been the Hardjono Sisters. You can check their soundcloud here.

....Clicking on the “visitors” tab on my OKC account and finding that Jason Orange (I wish) or a 6 ft(-ish) lean Caucasian with dark/dirty blond hair has visited my profile. I can’t really expect for Anders Edenroth because he seems to be happily married to the woman he loves –of course they’re happily married, he made her this super beautiful song with the super beautiful lyric :') Well but rumor says that Jason Orange might have a vacancy, so, Jason Orange it is. If somehow, however, you thought that I considered AE as melting-inducing just because he made a romantic song for his woman and that I’ll melt down when somebody make songs for me, you might get it a bit wrong. What I adore is the fact that the song is somehow quite divine; there’s no way you’ll be able to make such song if you’re not totally soberly in love. To have someone sober make a song for you is nice already. To have that sober someone write such smart and beautiful lyric+arrangement because he’s deeply in love with you, you’ll feel like everything else is not that necessary. Well at least in my case. I mean, if a man who’s sober, smart, and passionate is in love with me, if he’s cute, on a scale of 1 to 10 my likelihood of saying “no” when he asks to marry me is minus 3. I’d still probably marry him in the next lifes; well if next lifes did exist.  

Anyway. Where were we? Oh right. Continuing the phrase “being happy means..” Fine let’s carry on.

....Being able to throw sarcastic and kind of tangential comments, and nobody dies.

....Cycling along Sanur Beach’s jogging/cycling track while listening to certain songs in repeat mode, singing along with it, and still being able to catch some breath.

....Going home to Jember, staying in my room all night marathoning Psych. Or any series of my current interest.

....Waking up in the morning, checking my phone, and the screed  say that it’s Sunday, seven a.m (or more), and go back to sleep. Or just lie down to finish my ‘morning ritual’ (you don’t wanna know what it is, trust me).

....Making Halloween decorations and getting the feeling that I’m repeating those days when I made quite many craft works too. Those days when I didn’t really have fixed schedule, when I could easily find time to meet up with those friends I enjoy spending time with. Those days when I didn’t mind if somebody called me creative and artistic, for maybe I really was creative and artistic.

....Reading the book “The Mental Health Professionals and New Technologies” and being able to find something to quote for my next assignment for doing literature review. And of course, reading medscape too. It’s just very handy and practical, and thanks to smartphone, now I can access it anywhere anytime!

....Having people calling me ‘nice’ before they know what I study or what I do for living, and before they call me pretty. Despite some continuous and occasionally intense debates about me being called pretty, I swear that I do hear people calling me pretty and it has been confirmed as real auditory stimulus, not hallucination in any form.

....That’s all I can recall right now. As I read it again, I think it’s a nice list :D Happy Sunday!