Peanuts

I knew I had to write something today. But yet, as I am lying here in bed, nothing seems to be flowing out of my brain to my fingers.

The day of my marriage to Su, Insya Allah is less than 3 months away. It'll be a year and 3 months since the first time we met.

Having come back since 2 Aprils ago, I've dated many women. Most of them never had a repeat date. Well, not all of them were rejected by me. But most of them. For the others, the feeling of not wanting to meet again, whether planned or otherwise was mutual.

I was relating to Su how different she is from the others. We "baby talk", where she calls me "Dada" and I call her "Naughty People One". The others just didn't seem to fit the bill. Many of them are serious, and well... boring. Ask them what they do in their free time and more often than not, the reply would be: Sleep, see movie, shop, etc... *yawn*

Most of the local girls here are nice, I'm sure. But being on both sides of the pendulum, either too caught up with their own lives or can't be too bothered with what's going on in and around them... it's something I can't hack.

Granted, although Su's well travelled, she's not too in tuned with global politics. But she has her own views. We were talking not too long ago, and the topic of Saddam's execution came about. She said, "Well, they're killing him for the lives he took. How many lives did Bush take?". Profound.

Anyway, I think my time today is better spent trying to figure out and plan for the future instead of being caught up with TT Durain's trial. Do not know him or what happened well enough to form an opinion. All I know is if my entitlement is to fly business class, you won't catch me in economy trying to save money for the company.

jahwsl
11 Jjan 07'
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