I need an essay on My Room
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There has been only one true companion in my life. She was beside me in my good times as well as the bad times. Even when my parents left the world, she didn't leave me alone. She knows all about me.She is the only person I can rely upon without any hesitations. Today, she's my best friend & well-wisher.
She always hears my complaints & consoles me. This is because she is carrying my mom's love for me which is preserved in her heart ♥. She is filled with inspirational quotes & advises my Dad used to tell me when he was beside me as my superhero.
This companion of mine never objected me or scolded me. She is always with me refreshing & recharging my mind. Even when my local guardian left me alone when I fell sick, she never did so. She protected me. She kept me warn in the cold winter nights.
For a common man, she's soulless, but not for me. One might think I'm crazy seeing the description I give for my true companion...
She's none other than my sweet room!
In her, I experience the love & affection my parents left for me before their departure. As I said, my room is my true guardian & friend. She knows the happiest moments of my life & the the numberless tears that rolled down my cheeks. As my parents, she never scolded me when I scribbled on her walls. She never complained when I made her shabby. She still keeps those sticky notes of inspirational quotes which were descended to me from my Dad. Even after 2 years, she hasn't lost them & the positive energy it consists. It is this energy my room uses to refresh & console me.
My Room, when personified, is my elder sister, best friend & a parent! Common people usually define their room stating it is their most favourite place on Earth & describes by listing down the physical traits of the room. But for me, physical appearance doesn't matter. The only thing that matters is the soul of my room & it's hidden love which can be realized only by a few sensitive people.
I love my true life companion who welcomes me with open hands everyday... MY ROOM!!! ☺☻☺☻☺☻
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Hope you liked it... ☺☺☺ This essay is 100% fictional...
My room is average, neither big nor small. It's pretty good. It's my favorite place in my house. In it I spend most of the time. In it I have everything I need to be able to be hours and hours. My room is my corner in the world, the only place where alone or accompanied I am better.
It is painted a strong blue color. In the background there is a window and under the window, which overlooks the patio, is my desk where I do my homework. At the table I have my computer and just below, a piece of furniture where I have my cds and my PC games. I also have my mini-table and my Play Station 2, which is what I like the most. I do not need more. Well yes, my bed I have not talked about. In it I do my favorite activity: sleep.
On the shelves you can watch the television, photos and warriors painted by me. Next to the shelf as decoration I have posters of my favorite Satanic groups: Marilyn Manson, Daft Punk, Slipknot, Wizard of Oz, the others are tuning cars and at the door I have a poster of the Lord of the Rings.
I forgot, there are also some books that force me to buy in high school. They are generally unbearable cakes, but I do not read them.
This evaluation I have left seven, but it has been because of the professors who are some jealous and do not appreciate my efforts. Also I have mania. That's clear. They are bitter. They are always scratching. Total, although I have all of them, I will go because this year I am repeating second, and then you can not repeat it again.
I love downloading Internet movies and listening to music from my favorite groups on my MP3 player which is the host. The Kings have brought it to me.
I spend hours and hours with Messenger. I have lots of colleagues who do understand me.
I do not know what I want to be when I grow up. I do not care. Of course, as soon as I can I will buy a car and tune it. I'll go all over the place with my glasses down so I do not clutter the cops and music of Slipknot to the brim.
My father says that I have a lot of nose, he also loves to scratch me, that if I have to get to work, that if tomorrow ... But if he has always passed me ... He only knows how to shrill me, but I am taller than him.
Well this is my room. I hope you liked it. For me there is no better place in the world. I love.