I've Packed A Change Of Clothes And It's Time To Move On.

we were somehow okay last weekend. we got thru the whole weekend w/out beating each other with hurtful words- like we would when arguements are bad. sometimes, i just get into a belligerent mode then at times, i realise it's futile to argue. i told him, i don't want to be right, but, it's just that i know that most times, I AM. hehe. ü//
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after shift friday, we looked for a new place because our utilities bill is exorbitantly charged, for a small coldwater pad with just an a/c, our bill sky rocketed to 2k. wtf? and mind you, it's been like this for the past 3 months and we were just mum.

(saturday)

i've been eyeing the unit from the building that's almost adjacent to our place now. with God's grace, two units are available, and the billing cycle would be almost the same with amapola's. so, we're almost okay. we'd just settle for a smaller pad, w/out a kitchen sink. and we will finally get rid of our habit of eating canned everything. hehe. we will not cook. it's going to be take out/ eat out/ bbq or carenderia galores..
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so, weekend..

fast food spree and boredom.. kfc friday, jollibee sunday, saturday, home cook-in.
we didn't go out saturday, i'm soooo into the domestication thingy-ness, laundry and spent some time on the roof deck with davey, taking pictures, i told the lil boy, we are going away already; moving into a new apartment..

sunday, we looked for stuff for the place at robi.
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sometimes, i honestly don't want to be right. i just want things okay.
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Beautiful Lies by Lisa Unger

And we stood like that. The joining of hands is highly underrated in the acts of intimacy. You kiss acquaintances or colleagues, casually to say hello or goodbye. You might even kiss a close friend chastely on the lips. You might quickly hug anyone you know. You might even meet someone at a party, take him home and sleep with him, never to see him or hear from him again. But to join hands and stand holding each other that way, with the electricity of possibilities flowing between you? The tenderness of it, the promise of it, is only something you share with a few people in your life.