I’m a magazine junkie. I spend dollars just on magazines, but my favorite issue would be (apart from the NYLON issue in which Mary Kate Olsen appeared which also happened to be the period where i was broke like hell) would be I-D magazine, the happiness  issue.( I bought it in KL for kicks) I have this knack of buying magazines which I’ve no clue what is about. It was the first ever issue I bought from this magazine and the last. what an irony, maybe i should get out now, hop down the train and hit the nearest kinokuniya for i-D’s latest issue which happened to be available in 6 different covers, all beautifully modeled by Agyness Deyn , which i feel is a little over-rated. And today, I experienced a witty moment of self-indulgence. Mental laughters. 

It was this working guy, he looks like Tyler Durden’s sidekick, the good guy. The boring guy who buys IKEA stuff and apparently finds buying furniture very therapeutic indeed. So, this working person was frustratingly scrutinizing this old married couple (around 40plus) both clad in sports attire and matching black tourist hats, holding hats. They walked past him and then past me and since this working guy was standing right in front of me, I couldn’t help but follow the motions of his scrutiny. He smirked in a very envious way (the way you look at your crush who’s walking with another guy), held his tie rather tightly as if he is choking and somehow I thought he was jealous of them. Maybe for the fact that they are a happy old couple and he’s just a miserable working guy who doesn’t even know how to tie his tie. So what really make someone happy, even for a short moment? I-D magazine Happiness Issue has a lot of random excerpts that classifies happiness as something so candid and stark, it’s beautiful. Happiness is eating pizza. Happiness is what I call fashion! Happiness is two kinds of ice cream. knowing a secret. climbing a tree. Happiness is…”Freedom. Friendship. Disco parties. Sometimes tupperware” Happiness is finding a pencil. pizza with sausage. telling the time. Happiness is coming home again. Happiness is being alone every now and then.

If the last sentence of the previous paragraph is verifiable, I would be one happy person. What makes someone happy? Even for one freaking second, or a quarter of a second. Subconscious Happiness? It wouldn’t be impossible to be happy and not be aware of this. Overpowering emotional level. Too much happiness you don’t even notice or so much as pay attention to it. My mother once said ” I think this is the best birthday present you could give to a mother” on my grandmother’s birthday. The present was something so simple. The unification of siblings, getting together to celebrate your 70 year old mother’s birthday. And I thought for a moment, is love what makes people happy? Even for a stark moment of period? I’ve seen happy people in love. I’ve also seen sad dramatic people in love. And queer people in love who talks gibberish half the time. So really LOVE = HAPPINESS? Happiness is obviously a state where we experience a ecstasy-like emotion characterized by positive activities or feelings. It doesn’t take a genius to understand Happiness. Thinking about it, I don’t really know what makes me happy. Maybe that 10seconds flood of positive emotions, yes. I’ve felt that alot. But happiness on a deeper level. I could be happy watching Coco Rocha’s video on youtube. I was  happy recounting my night meeting Mum. I remember getting happy when my brother sewed the initials of my favorite band on a t-shirt. But, I guess at the end of it, I know what makes me happy. But what makes other people happy? What makes you happy? If finding an old note my bestfriend used to slid into my pencilcase, sheer happiness, to you – is it happiness too? Will you be happy simply by seeing me happy? That working guy I saw earlier today definitely wasn’t happy seeing an old happy couple. 

 

What makes you happy?