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Happiness


There are many things in the world that make me happy!
Sometimes it is important to think about them and enjoy them.

Here are some of those things...

The colour purple. I don't know why purple makes me smile but it does.

Hugs-I love hugs! They make me so happy! I think James's hugs are my favourite. Especially when I haven't seem him for a few hours. I love hugs from my family. Especially the ones from the kids that are usually accompanied by a very sloppy kiss! Whenever I am having a really sad moment, hugs are the only thing that will put an immediate smile on my face!

Queen - The music of masters. I love them. Queen have been involved in my life for many many years. So much so that a bunch of their songs symbolise many of the huge events that have taken place. Some examples...
Friends will be Friends -> This song is a reminder of one of my best friends Dearbhla and the time that we lived together. I love it and all its wonderful memories
It's a Hard Life -> this song got my through the break-ups. Enough said.
Someone to Love -> It reminds me of my brother. Not because he needs someone to love but because the words echoed feelings I had at a time I associate most with my brother.
Let me Live -> This song was my way of telling the world that I needed my space and my mind to myself. It was such a catharsis...
Barcelona -> We have never been to Barcelona together but this song reminds me of James. It was part of a set-list we used to play when we lived in the hostel... really happy times!

Reading a good book. Is there any feeling better than reading a good book. Or any feeling worse than reading the best book and wanting to read it so much that you read really quickly, only to slow down towards the end as you don't want it to end. But the frustrating thing is you want it to end because you want to know the outcome!
Some of my favourite books:
The Harry Potter series
The Black Magician Trilogy
The Twilight series
Jane Eyre
Wuthering Heights
Dr. Faustus
et al.

A nice cup of tea. Need I say any more?

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