Okay, so my boyfriend IS crazy.

I have the cutest boyfriend ever. Why should I ask for more? He's more than enough. I love you, Alex. I want to keep you forever. Eventhough we fight a lot, I still want you in many reasons. I hurt you so much, but I love you, that counts. You matter the most, you make me happier than ever, I would only spend my life with you. I know how nuts you are sometimes and how random you could get, I understand you and your needs. I will always be with you.

My shrink made me bipolar.

So here goes, this is fact, I know it's random, but it's true. I am bipolar. I have bipolar disorder. Maybe it sounds weird but I am. I've been to therapy and stuff, but I still believe I'm not one. I am having an appointment today but I think I'll bail. I don't see what's wrong with me but I slit my arms, I agree it is stupid and not worth doing, but trust me, I like doing it. The pain pleasures me, shit, I do sound weird, this is hard to believe but whatever. I can't hide facts. I f you don't know what bipolar means, look it up. My ex suggests if I should go to a shrink. Oh, you dont know how much I hate that shrink. I think he's the only one who thinks I am bipolar. Gaaaah, Malaysians. Sometimes, I wish I'm not one of them.

I lost concious on driving and shisha.

Last nigt was fun! I drove myself to Pavilion with my dad's BMW. I was suppose to buy myself something for breakfast, after that I was bored and I decide to go to hang around Pavilion. On my way there, Amar called, he asked me if I want to join him shisha with a couple of friends. I agreed so I met him there. It was kinda awkward because I was the only girl there, but we get along. I almost drank alcohol too! That was not good. I was lucky I didn't get caught driving without a licence. There's some guy staring at me across the restaurant, he kept winking up my face, Amar noticed that too. Naimi was texting me about how stalker-ish people are in school. It was Yasser from 4K. Haha. You're funny, Yasser. He sent the text at her dad instead of her. I think he digs her father. LOL. I almost ROFL. I went home at 3 in the morning, I slept at 5. Luckily, my dad didn't notice.

I was dancing and I knocked down a kid.

This happened on Thursday. It was so hilarious! Okay, so I was buying a drink at the canteen with my sister, after I bought one, I was about to leave, so this is what happened, I was dancing, with Salma beside me, and I was doing this butt dancing, I shaked my butt, I didn't notice there was someone beside me, because the kid was so small and short, I think she's like 4 or something, so I butt her, and she fell, I noticed I pushed something, so I looked on the floor, and there was a girl, holding a bottle of water and at that time she wasn't crying, and when I said sorry, she was crying in a sudden, I think she wants me to feel guilty, so she fake-cried, BITCHY, eh? And I was looking around, I was so scared if her dad's there, so I was like "Salma! Run!" So my sister and me ran without looking back, to get our asses out of the canteen, I went to Farhani and I told her about what happened, and she was like "They just want to make you feel guilty, you should've ignored anyway" and I turned back to the canteen, and I saw that girl with her dad, and she was not crying, instead, she was drinking her drink, joyfully. I hate her.

LOL on me in civic's class, eh?

I was suppose to type this on Thursday, but my dad was home and I was not suppose to be online, and he wants to kick me in the ass. He has a bad temper. Anyway, Okay, so everybody was laughing at my face in class earlier. So here's the story, there was civic's class, last period, so the teacher went in, as usual. He sat, and we read our prayers and such, so, he took out this folder, for our test papers. That time, I didn't had my exams yet because I was absent on the day of the test. So, with a shameless face, I went to him and said 'I haven't took it yet' and he went 'Whaat? When I want to discuss about it, now you tell me you haven't did it yet?!'. I did this weird face on him and he goes, 'Okay then, take this paper and finish it downstairs on my table'. So I did, I went downstairs, and I saw Fara Athikah and Zulaikha, Fara said hye, I replied and continued my walk. I reached the teacher's room and saw Tr. Marziyana and asked her where is his seat. She showed his seat and I went to it, to cut to the chase, after I finished my exams, I left the paper on his desk, and went upstairs, I open the door of my class and the teacher was laughing at me because I finished it in a nick of time. He has this horrid laugh, you don't want to listen. No offense, but it's kinda rude and all. So, I did what I do best, IGNORE. So, yeah that's kinda it, now you know how rude MALAYS are, eh?

Everybody kept saying the same things.

So the thing people kept saying about me is I have good English. Yes, I don't know if it is, but whatever. Okay, let's get this clear, I don't have good English, my English is OKAY, maybe I have done some reading but thank god, I love myself but I won't get conceited. I'm good at English, maybe because I am lucky, it is MAYBE because I am not creative, art-wise. I can't draw that well. But I got an A on my art test! I am just plain lucky I guess, but I'm still not good at it. I have a low self-esteem. I felt like shit all the time, I swear. You maybe feel that I am arrogant but maybe I'm just un-friendly. I don't talk to strangers that much, so keep a safe distance from me or I'll end up dislike-ing you. SORRY, I suck at making friends. And I'm keeping it that way.

Naimi said I am a 'rempit magnet'.

Okay, what I want to tell you is very very idiotic. Recently, me and Naimi, she's a friend also a classmate, is talking about random people in random places, talking to me. Almost all of them are freaking rempits, and for you people who has no idea what that is, it is a category of human beings in malaysia, where this rempits is divided into two sections, well, for my version, LOL. Anyway, this rempits is where they have illegal motorcycle racings. And the other one is where you look like one but you don't race. What makes it worst is, the type of people who kept talking to me is the real racing rempits. Call me unlucky, yes I am. This kind of people kept raising their eyebrow up my face or waving or asking for my number, or they do this funny gesture, where they say 'EH!' and bobbed their heads like a bird up the air. You won't understand probably, but if you have then same experience, you will! I hate myself sometimes. And I always feel like putting a paper bag and shove it in my head. This is pretty random, but I think it might sounds fun to read.