Archive for May, 2013

Lampes par Ito Kish.

May 11, 2013
Kish-Busilak Bell Jar Lamps

K I S H – Busilak Bell Jar Lamps w/ Legs. Photo from

My wife and I were looking over the internet for that perfect lamp we can use inside our home. We want something functional, and yet a light-bearing piece with a touch of whimsy and a hint of fun that it can add to our space. Our home is a compact 60-square-meter condo, so every single item that we bring into needed be well thought of, with primary qualifications on its (1) size (2) function (3) aesthetics. So because of our home being a bit bunched, any unsightly object, regardless of its size, can easily be spotted.

We came across these awesome Busilak Bell Jar Lamps, by the well-lauded and internationally-famous Filipino furniture artisan, Ito Kish. Busilak is a Filipino word meaning pristine.

We loved the lamps the moment we saw them. It’s like they are alive, breathing radiance into the perimeter they occupy, bestowing a subtle sense of tranquility. Enchanting.


Passeport pour l’Europe.

May 7, 2013


Passport to Europe. Hosted by the amazingly witty, Samantha Brown. For those who are not familiar with the series, it’s a TV show produced for the Travel Channel, where Sam goes to one breathtaking European city after another. I was staying at my sister’s place for 6 months somewhere in the Bay Area, almost a decade ago, when the series started airing. I remember how religiously glued I was in front of the TV every single time the show is on.

Sam hosted the Great Hotels and Amazing Weekend series as well, also aired on the Travel Channel, prior to hosting Passport to Europe. The very first time I saw her on TV, I was immediately drawn to her. She has this way of describing the most mundane of objects, making it rivetingly engaging to the audience. One time she was giving a detailed description on how plush and luxurious a throw pillow is in her hotel boudoir, that it made me feel like I was right there running my fingers, squeezing the down-filled cushion myself. She can efficiently appeal to the senses, as if you were there with her, tasting the food she was eating and the drink she was having, feeling the smoothness of a marble sculpture or the chilling winter-exposed bridge railing, smelling the jasmine-scent filled air of the Tuscan region.


I recently had a copy of the season 1 of the Passport to Europe series. Each episode is played to exhaustion, but I never get tired of it, as expected. As a matter of fact, the Brussels episode is currently playing as I type away.

I was searching for the season 2, via Amazon and iTunes. However, for some reason, it’s only available for digital purchase, and to my much dismay, is not available for purchase outside US.  And I am so looking forward to virtually tread the streets of Greece, Scandinavia, and other of the Euro cities featured in the second season 😩

To the very talented Samantha Brown, if by any chance you get to read this, please, PLEASE, please help me out to acquire a copy of the season 2 of Passport to Europe. I would be perpetually grateful to you if I get to have a copy of the series. Thank you.


May 2, 2013


A well-illustrated diagram on how WTFs per minute is used as an efficient unit of measure in validating the quality of source codes. Saw this couple of years ago when I was at a client’s headquarters in Norway, posted on one of them doors of rooms allotted for the developers.

To the keenly stressed programmer who made this befitting illustration, hats-off to you. Bravo.

Qu’ils mangent de la brioche.

May 2, 2013


Let them eat cake. Well, some 8 months ago, we did precisely just that. Was moving pictures from my wife’s phone into my Mac yesterday, and saw this photo of our fancy and luxuriously sumptuous cake, placidly perched inside our ref, with that soft glow of amber light upon its glorious fleur sucre crown, taken a couple of hours after our wedding.

I remember overstuffing ourselves with this cake, to the brink of voluntary barfing, every 3 hours, for a week, just to get more room inside our ref for other items, like, well, more space for real food. We did give out generous portions to neighbors, but the cake just seem to never run out. It’s like a lizard’s tail or something, miraculously regenerates upon slicing. No wonder Marie Antoinette got axed for that cake statement.

But I surely do miss that chewy tender fondant. Mmm.

Avant … le lever du soleil, coucher du soleil, minuit.

May 1, 2013


Before … sunrise, sunset, midnight. It’s labor day today, so my wife and I get to spend time together, catching up on stuff. We both have not seen Before Sunrise and Before Sunset, so we decided to check those out.

I have heard raves on these movies years ago, including those from my brother-in-law. that these are two of the best films out there. I did not pay much attention then since the title sounded like one of them Pierce Brosnan James Bond films. Haha.

The films are indeed awesome! The plot is so simple, and yet so excitingly riveting. The scene, the actors, the lines, are so innately intimate, that it feels like am deliberately eavesdropping on a couple’s entire conversation.

In Before Sunrise, I love so many scenes, like how they got acquainted in the train, their conversations inside the tram, the one where they got into a listening booth in a record store (with those sheepishly awkward side-way glances, then immediately turning their eyes away), the one with the poet on the bridge who made them a poem with the word milkshake in it in exchange for money, to name a few.

In Before Sunset, it’s funny how realistic it is that after they got out of Shakespeare and Company bookstore, they were so engrossed in their catch-up conversation, that they went around a few blocks twice. I also love the scene where Celine momentarily snapped because of Jesse apparently taking all of her romantic side with him, leaving nothing for her succeeding lovers. And also love the scene where Celine sang something to Jesse, when they were up in her flat.

We’re just waiting for Before Midnight to be shown in local cinemas. Can hardly wait for that.

Anyways, it’s already 5AM, thin rays of the sun are slowly piercing its way through the raven black sky, must hit the sack before, uhm, well, sunrise.

Canapé convoitise.

May 1, 2013


Couch lust. I have never had this much intense desire over a furniture. I mean, it’s just a stationary, non-entertaining piece of space clutter, composed of thoughtfully chosen chunks of wood, and plush fabric. But, how come I felt this way when I came across this photo of a musky-ish smelling, moldy and worn-out looking, piece of butt-rest (the winged armchair in photo above in mocha jute-like upholstery) ? The moment I laid my corneas onto this gorgeous couch, immediate lust coursed through my veins and made me covet it.

This would be an awesome chair to read books on, to watch encore episode after episode of Passport to Europe, to have lengthy and leisurely chit-chat with my wife on, and most importantly, a place to do my tricep dips on.

To you, my lusted-over chaise, wherever you are in the world (well, I know for certain that you are in some flat in Madrid), I hope that your master get to sedately execute his tricep dips on you on a daily basis.