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A Plane, A Sky, Your Hand In Mine
7.05.2006
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Jujiin's back from a four-day Bench-related hiatus.
Went to see Superman last Saturday at Waltermart. We were seated at the second row, so close that I could almost see right through Superman's red undies. Noisy kids were all over the moviehouse. Jujiin was so annoyed, screaming things like "Shut Up" and "This is not your house" at them. Classic. Loved it like a one dollar whore.
He held my hand the entire time, which he last did during the Da Vinci Code.
The next day he worked his butt off in the kitchen. Sinigang! Spicy, but heartfelt.
Went around the grocery for an hour. Initially intended to buy something (ice cream actually) but lines were blockbuster kind of long we ditched our items and headed to Watsons. Grocery moments: sharing food cravings, butt pinching, mocking old milk ad jingles, smelling things, picking up LSS.
Canned ham for dinner, then watched Project Runway. Went to bed around twelve. Jujiin kept on turning, stomping and squirming. Got up around three with a massive headache and proceeded to read Wind-up Bird Chronicle in the kitchen. I always fall asleep when I read, no offense to Murakami.
Headache got worse around five. Wearing boxers, a thin shirt and jacket, I went to 7-11 for pain relievers. Makati was so quiet.
Watched TV all day. Noontime variety show, Will and Grace, Friends, Letterman. Fell asleep. Then News, game show, Project Runway.
Went home to an empty unmade bed, sitting beside it is a basket full of fresh laundry.
No, this isn't home. Not anymore.
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