8:40 a.m.

I only had 3 hours of glorious sleep. It’s like sleeping for a minute you know. I was planning to have at least 8 hours of a good shut eye, but the chance of having 5 hours more has flown away so high…its as high as my ass is deep.

And the most fucking fuckshit part was my beauty rest was devastated, my chance of regaining my nearly lost beauty, my time to get in touch with my dreamboy (in my dreams of course) and the most awaited collision of my eyelids and my eye bags was because of…the pile of dirty clothes in cheng’s a.k.a. the tramp swamp bitch even worse than I am room.

Ughhhh.. my mom’s squeal and shouts are really a strong upper, a very effective one. It can surely wake up the deceased. I felt like I wanna wham my head with a skillet when I heard her routinely usual ano-ba-naman-kayo-mga-tamad!-wala-kayong-kwentang-mga-anak- bakit-pa-ako nag-asawa –bakit-pa-ako-nag anak-waaaaahhh jingle. Arrghhhh. Living with her for 18 years is way more than fucking enough to go and join her in her ‘singing’.. fuck! I still have 50+ years more to spend with her. Umph! And all of that was because she has no more bra to wear nymore becausw my bitch-to-the-bone sister used every clean bra there was.

Cheng could really shatter even the best day of one’s life. Bitch. She has this sorta’ unrealized and innate talent of destruction. She wouldn’t even know that shes made me feel like shit until she sees me cry and I do my own litany ala mom. And she said she’s the one who fells fucked up. Crap. Moms was crying then and there. Why would mom bellow hot and steamy verbal poop early in the morning if there still was a clean bra left in her closet? She cant walked around the neighborhood with her nippies saying hello to everyone ya’know. But the thing that make me feel worser than worse is…the fact that I can’t steal bra from my mom for the mere reason that my breastices are no too flat and I CLEARLY HAVE NO USE FOR ONE! Waah! I so need implants. This morning get crappier and crappier… anyway, gotta wash bras. later.