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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.



Luxure de voiture

May 22, 2011

Car lust. The Mitsubishi ASX is one of them perfect case in point of things that gradually grows on you. Well, actually, grow is not an apt term, more like stealthily-creeps-and-manipulates-your-dendrites-until-you-think-otherwise. LOL.

At initial glance, you’d just see a vehicle that highly resembles a Lancer Evo, on steroids. But every single time I do grocery at Trinoma, this gorgeous heap of metal deliberately greets me with its wide grin (it’s been displayed on a podium near the supermarket entrance), and a pair of squinting, but smiling, headlights.

It’s über dashing. I lust over it. Just waiting for a diesel variant to come storming its way into the Philippine market, and will get one myself in a snap.


Boules de chocolat, et Le Federer.

September 10, 2010

And only if they would do the same ad, with Maria Sharapova in it.
I’d love to lick and eat her, ahm, chocolate.

Je suis malade, encore.

August 9, 2010

Woke up around 2AM, feeling feverish yet again. Damn the colds. I was feeling a bit better yesterday (been sick since the other day), so it just ain’t OK for a rerun. I rarely get sick nowadays, but when I do, it tends to stick around, like an overly needy puppy (I won’t mind if it’s a choco labrador, BTW).

I’d like a soup please.

Deux-mois de pause

March 20, 2010

(Two-month hiatus)

I can’t believe it’s been a couple o’ months since my last entry, been très très occupé avec travaille. Just a wee bit month away and I’d be in le fabuleux Nouveau York encore, and I can’t wait to finally see the twins, and see how they’ve grown since last year. They’re turning three this spring, and I heard they learned a few tricks rolled up under their sleeves, I’m so excited 🙂

And now, back to our regular programming.

Ne peux pas dormir.. devoir.. compter.. des moutons..

November 2, 2009

Un.. deux.. trois.. quatre.. cinq.. six.. sept..

(Can’t sleep.. must.. count.. sheep..)

C’est cinq minutes à un heure (it’s 5 minutes to 1AM), and am as awake as a reporter having taken 10 shots of espresso in a gulp.

Funny, when I anticipate sleep, I don’t get any.

I wanted to finish the book that I was reading, but it would just keep me more awake than I already am. So here I am, typing away until I succumb to the coveted sleepiness I was waiting since I hit the sack 3 hours ago.

I remember one time, in my desperation to slumber, I tried counting sheep, en français. I reached deux mille. But still, there I was, counting my snooziness probably farther away. I reckon its the dendrites firing up crazily, with all the english-french translation going on in my head.

Neighbor’s roosters already crowing frantically. Talk about pressure to get some sleep. A teeny tiny streak of sunlight, then it’s au revoir to sleeping. Need to get up for work in 4 hours. Must.. not.. anticipate.. sleep.. (10x)