feeling

it's 11:05PM and i'm feeling ok. i feel sleepy. i feel mashy (?). i feel.

seeing. feeling. talking. hearing in 3, 2, 1...

hear me.

worse

i hate you you male pig you. you're the worst male friend a gay female has ever got. you're so full of yourself you you you ugly fag. go fc*k yourself.

like

i so like you.

like, you know? eww. haha.

oh well. what is new. this is life.

eww.

day

Day,

End already.

♥ Keena

I am sooooooooooooo sleepy. Erratic work schedule. Crazy workload. Doubtful Keena. Let me go home. I want to sleep.

Take me to the beach, I'll read you a book, and we'll hold hands while walking.

Reunite me with my dreams and I will be eternally happy...

lucky

I'm not the friendliest person you'll meet.
I'm sure I'm not the smartest or the healthiest too.
I don't have stories to tell.
I don't have tricks to show.
But if you're lucky, I will do anything and give everything for you.

feed me

I am hungry. Get me some food, you idiotic creature.

monster

I am a bread monster.

too much

I'm too bored. All I do here is eat, and sometimes watch TV or maybe breathe. I can't stop eating here, with all the glorious food, who won't stop? Oh damn. All is perfect until suddenly, a text from a somebody, somebody I hate. He is coming here, he will be with us tomorrow in Laguna at lunch. Arg. I hate it. Now I want to go back to Mandaluyong. I'm too bored. And I feel alone. I cannot stand too much loneliness. I have got to get me some money. Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.

lie

lie to me and you shall never see a poem as lovely as a tree.

counting days

Every day is not a good day. Oh dear, please... I am sick of you. I am tired.

I thought I'd not sleep last night. My eyes were wide open (with eyes wide open) and my brain's like crazy. So I did some things, you know, to drain the energy from my eyes (sa eyes lang may energy). And so I was successful, I turned my lights off, closed my eyes, and in a few minutes, I knew I was almost at the REM stage. And then there was music. Loud music. It wasn't just any music, it was Eminem's music, "Stan". See??!! It was so freaking loud that I could hear my brain (can you actually hear your brain?) singing along or rather, rapping along. I was a fan of Eminem so I know his songs. WAS a fan. The music was coming from my brother's room. I hate him. I hate him so much that I imagined pointing a gun to his face. I wanted to kill him. I had a dilemma though, after killing him, should I kill myself? or just pretend to be crazy and traumatized and live in seclusion? My "dream" ended there. With the help of my pillow, I was able to sleep. I slept at around 1:00AM then woke up at around 5:00AM. Sucks.

oh

oh gimme a break, will ya.

horrible

I feel horrible. They're piling up. I am drowning. I feel horrible.

i beg of you

take me away. take me. take.

My master said, "we must blog"

My mind says, "we must"

SABAW.