Space saver desk

This idea will be great for my kid's room:

I am copying the text for my easy reference. Credit goes to Martha Stewart's Space Saver Desk

Using a twist on under-bed storage, the area below a store-bought loft bed becomes a welcoming small-scale study. An adjustable desk is made of painted plywood attached to a homemade wooden frame, which was screwed to the bed's base for stability.

Desk How-ToWe made our simple frame out of one-by-fours and two-by-fours cut down to match the dimensions of the store-bought loft bed's legs and horizontal supports. The desk and chalkboard are each made from 3/4-inch-thick plywood and attached to the structure with piano hinges. The adjustable desk is also supported by casement window adjusters, as shown.

1. Attach the part of each adjuster that has the tightening knob to the sides of the frame at the center points.

2. Screw the tops of the adjusters to the desktop's underside. The knobs allow a child to angle the desk surface, like a drafting table, or make it lie flat.

3. To create the blackboard, first prime and paint the plywood. Then tape off the edges of the board with 1-inch-wide masking tape.

4. Apply two coats of chalkboard paint to the un-taped area, let dry, and peel away the tape.

From Martha Stewart Kids

Money is the root to everything

Money is so important to keep you happy. When you don't have money to buy food, to pay bills, to pay your car roadtax, to feed your family, would you be happy?

Sometimes I feel just like running away to the wood, build a house out of woods and feed on the nature; berries, bananas, water from the river, fish, etc. I don't mind going through what Robinson Crusoe had been with his life, casted away far from civilisation.

Really, either here or there, I want to be very happy.

Suicide

Every time I passed by a building, it will remind me of S. S, just 16, committed suicide last month. she jumped off from the 7th floor of a building situated just in front of her house. She was a friend of my niece. My niece said she wrote on her facebook wall that she wanted to die. But as she was a very happy girl, nobody took her seriously. Of course that changes until she kept her words.

Looking at the building, my mind could not escape thinking of what had happened. Why she committed suicide? Family problem? Love problem? These questions keep repeating on my head. I sometimes saw the mother sitting on the porch looking at the building with sad eyes. I wanted to stop and talk to her, but I just couldn't. I don't have the courage; the courage to see a mother weeps for a daughter that she no longer has.

A new berry in town

I am a berry who wants to paint the blogosphere red (rouge). Hello, you can call me rougeberry. If that is too much to type, RB would be sufficient.