a note from my desk

after spending what seemed like an eternity (traffic, what else?) in the highway today, i suddenly decided to drop my plans to go to makati and and went to find a study table at a nearby mall instead.

i’d been meaning to buy one these past few months but somehow i never found a table that could match my specifications and, more importantly, fit the available space in my bedroom. and since i’m relatively free this weekend, it seemed like the right time for it.

i was idly inspecting a few tables (they were either too large, small, pricey or garish), when i spotted this small, utilitarian piece in a shadowy corner; it just sat there with a mournful, neglected air and was covered with dusty plastic. ater a more thorough inspection i decided it was just what i wanted — needed really. it wasn’t grand or trendy or anything, but i liked it right away because it was the right height for me.

so now, i have placed it next to my bed, with my trusty old laptop square in the middle, and with just enough space to accommodate a study lamp and a couple of books. the only thing it needs to make things perfect is maybe a couple of drawers — but then again, that would seem too much like an office desk, so i guess it’s ok. for the moment, my room looks complete.

for the past several years my multipurpose dining table has performed multiple duties: as a surface on which to eat and prepare meals, a writing table, put-everything-on-it furniture, etc. it’s basically functional, but hardly inspirational when i’m in the grip of a writer’s block. for some reason, things feel different now that i’m using a ‘proper’ study table. i guess in some way it’s a form of acknowledgment that this is a part of me that i need to keep separate from other areas of my life.

i’m not sure why i’m blathering about my table. i guess i  just need to acknowledge its presence one way or the other.