I am seeing less and less of him. There’s always my family, his family, his work, his boss, my pms and of course his sticky friends. When i do see him, it’s either for 1 or 2 hours or to do some errands or to the doctor…

I shouldn’t be complaining. I feel guity for complaining. He’s already so stressful with his job. And i’m just as mou liu as ever. But sometimes i just wish it was like back then when we just started dating.

Nah… perhaps i should just get a life.

Christmas is coming but i don’t get the funny fluttering feeling of excitement anymore. It’s rather a downer that as you grow old, you get less excitement over anything. You get less happy.

Perhaps it’s just me.