It's a few more feet

But it sure is a lot of work.

I'm getting bored with Emmet. With him, with us and with everything that we do.

We don't have the special we-belong-together bond. None of the Ross-and-Rachel relationship that everybody just knows that we are meant to be.

But then again, we've been only been together for a month and a half. But no one can really say that I didn't give it a chance.

Because I did.

I know relationships are too much work. And it's not all bed and roses. Or a walk in the park.

Yada, yada, yada.

But still it shouldn't be this hard.

I like him a lot and I'm disappointed that it's really not working out. But at the same time, I don't want to waste any more of my time.

If you're not feeling it, drop it, Carlo told me.

Stop wasting your time, Mum said.

But I do feel sorry for him. Because though we don't have the we-are-meant-for-each-other bond, I like hanging out with him.

I like getting countless bear hugs from him.

I like teasing him about his age, his hair - mainly just giving him so much shit.

I like dropping small kisses on his cheek and blow air kisses on his neck.

But that's it.

I can't see myself being his full-time girlfriend.

Yeah I know, you don't have that happy glow when you're hopelessly in love, Iris observed.

I don't. Because I don't feel like a girlfriend.

I feel more like a friend who he gets to hang out with when he's finished playing poker with his friends or when he's done working out at the gym.

I would've been okay with that. Except for the fact that he tells me that he's my boyfriend and that we're in a relationship.

But if we are, shouldn't I be the first priority?

But I'm not. I'm somewhere in between cleaning his room and having his car washed.

How can he expect that I buy the fact that we're in a relationship when we don't do anything except laze around in his place and watch Austar and countless of DVD's.

Ergo, I'm getting bored. I think it's time to dump my so-called boyfriend. Because I don't see where this is going to be quite honest.

And hell would freeze over before I'll be ok with him being my boyfriend and me not being his girlfriend.

Another classic example that men fake relationships.


Enough of my relationship problems.

But I do have another one.

I lost my wallet.

Not only me, but Iris and Jono as well.

Iris and I lost our wallets at the same in the study area of the library at uni.

Though I had about fifty dollars in my wallet. I was more worried about my credit cards, my key cards, ID, licence and the most important - my VIP club cards.

I reported the incident to security and apparently, I was the fourth person that reported that to them.

They were terribly sorry for my loss.

Yea yea yea, whatever.