What does comfort mean to you? For some, it's having an eight bedroom mansion and a huge yard. For another, it's a posh penthouse with marble flooring and a spectacular view of the city. Yet, for many it is just having a bed to rest their tired body after a hard day's work.
Lately I've come to realise what comfort really means to me. Of course, it's having a roof over my head and a nice bed to sleep on but it's so much more.
For me, it's being with Stephen and Jared. They are my comfort.
Stephen and I always have fun together. He's a barrel of laughs and jokes. However, the bonus for us is when Jared joins us. We slept late on Thursday night. So we spent Friday morning sleeping in till almost lunch time. Then we went for an early Chilli Pan Mee. We are crazy for it now. It's our second time there but it won't be the last.
From there we went to Empire in Subang Jaya for a giant cookie, a cookie monster cupcake and coffee.
We were missing someone!
And, of course, my two heroes had to test the World's Tallest Indoor Tube Slide
(pic from here)
Missed Jared zooming out.
But I caught Stephen!
More photos taken with my Blackberry.
Empire Subang prepares for the Rabbit year
When we got home, we were all tired and we each found our chair to lepak the evening away. Watching Jared on my left with his laptop and chatting with his girlfriend and then looking across on my right and seeing Stephen in the single Lazy Boy Chair, reclined and nodding off, half listening to the TV, Jared and to me, I can see he's so comfortable. He's in his comfort zone.
Here's an older picture of him, on the double chair, with his titbits.
Sitting between them is my definition of comfort and being comfortable. Nothing else comes close.