CLARIFICATION

hello blog/diary...
I need somebody to teach me how to privatize this thing!
I only blog when I am frustrated/sad/depressed/whatever emotions that are not related to happiness. So if you feel like you are depressed or frustrated, please, I beg of you to refrain from reading this blog because it might give you that final probe to jump off the edge of the building. Recently, I learned that frustration leads to aggression. I don't want any of you to bring a gun to class, shoot your peers and source me as your reference of motivation! Hence, I warn you away from this emotional pool of death.
(start monologue *scratches head and wonders why I blog when I am always using the same style of sentences to shoo away people who actually give a shit about my blog.*end monologue)

I have no originality. My introductions are all the same. GOSH. DISAPPOINTMENT.

Okay, so lets get down to business.
I am blogging for a purpose.
I want to clarify some things.

Here is my life routine:
I wake up in the morning for class. Then I go to the bathroom because I am usually desperate for a relief of urine in the morning. While I am already in the bathroom, I take this GOLDEN OPPORTUNITY to brush my teeth. Now that my teeth is clean, I wash my face. I head back to my room and lie on the bed for a few minutes, not realizing how late I already am for class until Michele texts me to go down. Rushed, I open the cupboard and browse through the clothes. Pulling it over my head and through my trunk like calves, I am now ready for class with the exception of not brushing my hair on certain days. Running down the infinite stairs and pushing hard at elevator buttons with the hope that if I press hard enough the elevator might speed up a bit. Speed walking to class, on the way, I finally realize that I don't know where I am heading to. I text Michele in the midst of walking aimlessly towards campus grounds to find out the class I should be heading to. When I finally reach my destination, sweat trickles with a continuous flow down my scalp, streaming down my neckline and into places unknown. Classes are boring... so lets fast forward. I try to pay attention in class but I often fail myself after 10 minutes, give or take. Moving on... After class I head back to my room with Michele. Dragging my feet up to the hostel which looks near but is actually not! DECEPTION. I plop myself onto the bed and not budge for at least 3 hours, no give just take. Dinner is subjective. Then I laze around the room for a while longer. I know some of you have realized that I havent bathed since morning. I then head to the showers to take a warm bath *I BATHE TOO* Feeling all fresh and clean... ITS TIME TO WATCH WEEDS!!! I usually end up sleeping at 3-4 am. which is kinda annoying because I have no self-control! If I have exams, I do the same thing... except I sacrifice watching weeds time with studying my lecture notes.

So heres the main point. If I studied, its usually the night before. If you ask me, I will tell you the truth. If I didn't I will admit it too. If you ask me questions related to the subject, I will always try to help you. But in the end it is pretty much useless asking me because I am BLANK. If you ask me an hour or two prior the exam, I can answer you. If you ask me three days after the exam, I can answer you. I don't lie about the time spent on revision because there is nothing to lie about. I ain't a Kiasu piece of shit. I cannot control the outcome of the exam. Everyone tries to do well. Nobody tries to fail. You may see me as a two faced bitch but here I am, telling you the reality of it all.

I have witnesses! I usually only realize that my notes are always incomplete and only have them printed the night prior the paper! NAH! how's that for solid evidence!

*ANGRY*