There’s no place like my room
: August 3rd, 2009
: admin I think I have the tendency of being overprotective of my stuff, especially those in my room. I consider my room sanctity, a place where no ordinary person is allowed to access. Inside my room are my collections of perfumes that I barely use but keep on buying them and my accessories, lots of them. My fashion standard is very simple, in every get up there’s always the perfect it not perfect, close to it or at least matching accessories. I adore silver and beads, and my jewelry box and accessory holders are so full of them; one of the reasons why my room is off limits especially to my nephew or niece. I also have something which I considered one of my investments like the normal gadgets I got, my bed. It took me quite a while before I had Stearns and Foster mattress in my room. Well, the price may cost more than a dozen of accessories or a bunch or clothes or shoes but the comfort is immeasurable. I couldn’t imagine getting a sleep so divine that I needed two alarm clocks to wake me up in the morning. My weekend plans were also reduced and my night life almost came to an end, if only some parties were officials. I still manage to hang out with my friends and colleagues but then when things get hard pressed; all I can do is think that sooner or later I would be in the comfort of home, my bed especially.
