I am good at work. Peanut is quite a good kid so we are okay at home. We see movies sometimes and talk a whole lot on the car rides across the island in the morning and evening to and from my parents'. I meet up with my friends often enough to know what's going on with them. There is nothing I am currently seriously unhappy about. It is all a little boring and prosaic, I'm quite sure no one particularly wants to read about repeated exclamations about how pleased I am in general and how I love my job because my area of work is a very family friendly area of work.

I don't think anyone wants to read about my views on the new framework for nomination of beneficiaries for insurance policies with death benefits, what I think about enforcement of judgements against Malaysian motor insurers, the enhanced protections for employees under the Work Injury Compensation Act, or the recent smear campaign in the mainstream media about lawyers who do motor accident / personal injury work, although I must say that I feel quite strongly about all four topics.

Or my mundane and petty little problems at work, how I drafted a really bitchly letter yesterday. Those are not any good as well and are all more or less settled into a dull hum.

It's no use. I am just oh so boring these days because I am happy and contented with life.

Someone in Court told me that I smile more often now that I am a mother and nothing seems to touch me very much nowadays. I take a moment to think about it, sipping intently on my cup of hot tea in the Bar Room. Yes, he is absolutely right: I am just not too bothered about any unhappiness these days.

All that I want is to go home to my happy bouncing Peanut who is oh so funny and cute.

Oh well.

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