June 4th 2011.

The day I had a grand mal at my relative's home, in front of practically 3/4 of my family members. But its weird, I don't feel as uneasy or unhappy as 5 over years back when I had my first grand mal.

In the past, I'll get really upset when people asked me about it, and I was super depressed. Well, I still get depressed at times (cannot find bf la, fat la, not pretty la, sick of work la), but its better and more controlled. And I'm definately not going to see a shrink and have to eat more meds for it. I'm going to make sure I snap out of depression, myself.

I'm kinda glad that I can shrug it off and laugh at myself now. I did try to search deep down, to ask myself if I was wearing a mask. But I think, it was truly me, laughing at myself.

I guess that's a good sign. The only irritating part was my parents nagging at me for not sleeping enough, which I do.

Biopsy is on Tuesday. Hope its nothing serious.