At the Top of My Head

She asked me last night what is it that makes me happy. I answered, I don't know. I have not really thought about it. Ding! Is this where the problem is? Am i really that lazy that i can't even get myself to think about the simplest thing, what makes me happy?

Okay, so now I'm forcing myself to think about this question and I must come up with a proper answer by the end of the day no matter what.

But for now, at the top of my head, I'm going to list down the small things that push me out of bed:

1. playing with my nephews and niece.
2. learning other languages
3. eating
4. Maltesers
5. family

Tickle Me Blue

I laugh too much they say
But who are they?
I laugh too much for my own good
Is it not simply because I could?
Call me crazy but it keeps me sane
All i know is to laugh at my pain
I know what you're thinking
I do what I do as some sort of masking
Tickle me blue and you'll know what I mean
This laugh that I do is just as lean
As the cry I hear from within