My Comfort Zone

Thanks to my lovely beau, he got me a Stylus for my 25th birthday, which was something I had always dreamt about but couldn’t purchase because all my money had gone to the milky white Lifebook. Now, completed with an L-shaped desk and customized pull-out drawer, I got a lovely working setup which makes me feel comfortable enough to sit for hours – either writing, drawing or designing. When we purchased the desk, my beau got the drawer fixed a bit further out so that the stylus pad would fit. He even swapped his computer chair which he purchased from Index because my one was a lazy chair that was meant to be for reading a thick novel in a rainy day, instead of the one that could swivel around or level up and down.

The lazy chair, unfortunately, ended up as a permanent parking spot for all my soft toys which he gave me. And just to make you feel even more sick, we got names for each one of them. The big one who looks like a deformed Golden Retriever is Ramon, the Snoopy-looking one is called -durr!- Snoopy, the Forever Friends bear is Toffee (because that’s his official name) and the yellow fluffy thing that looks like an upside-down amputated duck is called Fluffy.

Below is where all my shit goes – which is books and CDs and DVDs and of course my own Entertainment Spot which consists of a small television, a kick-ass unknown brand of a DVD player (also from him), a hand-me-down stereo that hooks up to the TV for that ultimate Dolby Surround Sound experience. Yeah.

The Entertainment Spot is placed right in front of my double bed so it’s really nice to just hang out in there while absent-mindedly flicking on the remote controls. I’ve got about four of them now – A DVD player one, a stereo one, a TV one and last but not least, an Air Conditioner one. Probably need to get one of those universal remote control yoke, since it gets a bit of a tackle when I’ve only got the night light on.

Just in case you’re wondering where my dog at, I move his crate around whenever I feel like it. He usually resides right next to my desk, but when he gets cold and shivery from the AC, I move him further away from it, right next to the CD rack.

Well, needless to say, my room is the most comfortable place in the whole world. No matter where I’ve been, it’s the one place you can’t compete with. Room sweet room, I say.