It is hard to describe the feeling and put it into words. Somehow I am looking forward to the next week flight, but deep down inside my heart I feel sorry and guilty. It is never easy to deal with distance. Lagi not easy to be the sausage / meat in the middle of the burger.

I hate when I have to choose. I hate when I have to prioritize this one over that one. I love them. Why can’t I make them happy and satisfy with my choice?

One want me to choose this, while the other one want me to choose that. I am trapped in the middle until I find a win – win solution that can satisfy both party, and me too. Before that day comes, I can’t live my life happily, knowing that I’ve disappointed one party. Having a pop up tv won’t make me feel better too.

Oh, I’m not practicing two timing. I’m talking about two party that I love so much; who else if not the parents and the boyfriend. Sigh.