It seems like when I am happy I have a lot less to write about.  I really can’t think of a point in my life where I felt so content and happy with the way things are.  I’m not in the location that I dreamt about, but still, I am doing what I enjoy and I am with a person that really makes me happy to be who I am.  I watched No Reservations again with Angel last night.  One quote from it stuck in my mind:

Kate:
I wish there was a cookbook for life… the recipes telling us exactly what to do.  I know, I know, you’re gonna say… how else can we learn.

Therapist:
Actually, I wasn’t going to say that.  You want to guess again?

Kate:
No no, go ahead.

Therapist:
What I was gonna say was… you know better than anyone.  It’s the recipes you create yourself that are the best.

I’ve created my own recipes for life.  I hope the result are good.  I stopped listening to what people told me I should be doing a long time ago.  I stopped caring what people think.  In the end what matters is what I think… and I’m happier than I’ve ever been in my entire life for it.  For some reason, when I am happy, I have less stuff to write about.  I guess the majority of my writing ends up being rants of some sort or another.  When I have nothing to complain about, I just don’t have much to say.

So, I guess it’s a good thing that I don’t have much to write.  It means that I’ve reached a point in my life where I am truly happy.  I really hope this lasts.  I’ve finally found the balance that I’ve been looking for in life.  I’ve started cooking almost every day for me and my girlfriend.  I’m spending time working on a game that is finally my own.  And honestly, there are worse places in the world I could have set up shop than Kuala Lumpur (see posts about Singapore).