Loft Living
How does it feel like living in one of those expensive high-rise residential condominiums that peppered Makati?
I want to try living in one of those.
I can just imagine spending relaxing evenings out on the balcony, beer in one hand, lit cigarette on the other, looking out onto the beautiful, sparkling sweep that is Makati. Imagine being unreachable by the smoke venting from the ever-rushing cars, buses, and taxis inevitably locked in the night traffic. Or perhaps, I’d be stooped over my laptop, caressively tapping my creation into life, looking up at the silent, unspeakable star-filled sky for inspiration, guidance, and approval.
And when I’ve had enough of the day and my gadgetry, I’ll just slip inside and lie atop my bed with soft, sweet coverlets and immerse myself in vanilla and cinnamon-scented filled dreams (and they say that the scent of cinnamons can be an aphrodisiac…).
Ah! Would anything be lovelier?
But only the rich can afford such luxuries. And, too bad, they don’t really enjoy much of it. Not all can afford to be a sensualist pauper that I am.
