It's the timing

tiki tiki tak tiki tiki tak

Sometimes I think 'time' pauses for a while to rest. It's such a heavy burden to count for everyone. Imagine all the care for all beings. Imagine the stress. Imagine the horror.

One way to de-stress, is to slow things down. He breathes heavily, sighs, then moves his second hand, a little slower in a gentle calmness that makes me impatient.

I don't know when he actually does it. Perhaps when I'm idle, such as now. When, at 9:45am, I'm at work and I want to get home badly. That I want to start my film developments already. That I want to count the minutes a developer 'develops' the films. That I want to wait in excitement and see the travesties and tragedies I made. And that I want to regret not having taking a better shot at it / off it.

Perhaps he's such a cod fodder that he loves BDSM. He knows what I want and what's going to happen and he persecutes your waiting. Perhaps he finds that cute. Out of the boredom of counting all life and the growth and death of every species, maybe it's time's little way of fun.

It's time's time.

Oh, it's his alright.

We just wait, and wait. And savor the chicken, while at it.

It's 10:01am.

Pasig Griever

Hey you.

Cross-posted at multiply.

see photos at fotologue.


House on River
Pasig River 2009

Spilled Milk

off-post.


Let's define this picture objectively; this is a friendly cat's dinner: spilt on the floor. In the coldness of December, friends and I were drinking, and Miss Kitty here, was a little bit jumpy (perhaps on the subject of 'lala love'), spills it, and so on and so forth.


I admit, it's terribly complex and frighteningly simple all at the same time. No wonder nobody really gets it.

Just like liquid milk.

It's squishy
tasty
creamy
soft
syrupy
sweet
fatty
sexy
lusty (subjective point of view--see picture)
steamy
non-fat
premium
cheesy (yes!)
thick
whipped up
bubbly
frothy
thin
dense
spoilt
...

And we all love and hate it.

got milk? I sure do would like to have some and try to wet my 'stache.