Reah Bunsoy Online

I’m not going anywhere. Haha. Because I’m spending so much time looking for a new laptop bag(which I can’t buy yet), my brother told me to check out InCase. I didn’t like much their bag designs but I fell in love with this:

Another accessory to that non-existent iPod Video. I’m putting it and the PSP off for awhile because I HAVE TO SAVE. Now. Seriously.

Sunrays and Saturdays. Yellow and Stripe.

I prefer the latter.

I don’t know why I suddenly got deranged. Maybe because those were nothing.

I opened the window.

Let the sunrays enter my window on Saturdays, but still…

a smile was not seen.

Only glimpses.

Sunrays and Saturdays. I anticipated.

Eacy ray and each day, I would lay.

Wait till I got burned out.

I was patient and yet insane. Perplexed.

Got tired of writing my story, nibbling bars, and dancing salsa.

Never got to know the mystery behind the artificial.

It never worked.

My sunrays slashed. My Saturdays gone.

Yellow and Stripe. I am calmed.

Stripe came.

Its lines striking through the essence. Telling me to let go. Bringing me to the top.

So high I could fall. (I might, though. ) Anytime soon.

Stripe’s shadow is white. Soft as pillow. Clear as water.

Yellow and Stripe.

I am Yellow.

Yellow as the sunrays slashed. Flying freely.

I saw Stripe’s stripes . Thriving. Streaking. Shining brightly as the sunrays.

Only brighter.

One. Two. Three. I got hold of the stripe. Swinged.

Easy yet slow. But doom is unknown because I hope and I trust.

Sunrays and Saturdays. Yellow and Stripe.

I prefer the latter.

I don’t know why I changed. My emo’s thwarted.

I closed the window. It was broken.

I opened the window. A new one.

Let not the sunrays but Stripe to remain.

With music’s hope. I sing and dance. I just talk.

Sunrays and Saturdays. Yellow and Stripe.

I prefer the latter.

Since I’ve started walking the treadmill last Monday and because of some series of events, I am now motivated to lose weight. I’ve been faithful in my 20-minute treadmill walks except for yesterday because I was busy. I promise that would be the last and that I won’t miss anymore.

I haven’t decided how many pounds to lose. 10 or 15 lbs maybe. All I want to do is lose my belly fats without having to resort to liposuction. I want abs not flabs. I want a bikini-worthy body so I can have my picture taken wearing a two-piece and post it in my friendster. Haha. Just kidding.

Since college, my weight has remained the same at xxx lbs. For a time, I was heavier than bf because obviously, I am taller than him. But now, he’s waaaay heavier than me. I haven’t checked my weight because the bathroom scale is broken. Dad was trying to fix it up last week but no hope.

So, I did my favorite online activity…windowshopped for cute bathroom scales. At first, I searched for “weighing scales” but all that was returned were ugly gray scales. I changed the keyword to bathroom scale and found these interesting designs:

I especially love the egg design. It’s like stepping on real eggs and squashing them. Hehe. I should have bought that Winnie the Pooh scale from Watson’s last year—on sale. See? Sales are really important you know.