the fact that although your shoes are killing you, at least the heel bits didn't come off again. the fact that although you messed up memo, at least you did it and handed it up, and that you feel extremely extremely loved because you have friends who would haul their asses halfway across the world just to deal with your screwed up formatting because you can't open a word document to add your word count because your laptop screws up word docs. This, even while they're dealing with a mess of nonsense from projects.
the fact that although recess week is so short, at least it's going to be filled with things to do and people to meet. the fact that your player plays the right songs to make you feel like dancing, and singing along. the dream that someday the line "i never really knew that she could dance like this" could apply to you. the fact that your parents are willing to drive you all the way to bencoolen to hunt for a packet of brown rice. the fact that the shop actually STILL has rice despite it being such a late hour.
the fact that even though your disastrous attempt at cooking an english style breakfast resulted in a new colour code for the sauce pans (next time, yvonne, add the damn oil, already), it was still largely palatable. even appetising. the salad your aunt prepares for you. the fast-healing bruises-- never mind their appalling colour-- from ankle to thigh. finding your caper cat and neko chan autograph books from pri and sec sch. grooming your dog and fluffing his silky ears-- and being appalled by the fact that he's got fleas, AGAIN. talking to your sister about nothing and everything at all. the music the wind makes with the lone belt buckle dangling from the bathroom rack. albert camus' plague. the promise of a piping hot oatmeal breakfast. jasper fforde's new series. a crazy msn convo with suspicious people (ok, a person) that involved er... a webcam and leg. hahaha :P and the fact that said suspicious person is coming back in july instead of december!
the sunshine on your skin, the wind messing your hair. the prospect of a seaside sojourn, a soaring serenade, a serendipitous siesta. the knowledge that there are little things you can be happy about, and that happiness is a choice you alone make, not something that depends on someone bringing it to you.
god it's good to be alive.