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Thursday, May 13, 2010 . 5/13/2010 10:00:00 PM

I'm having a funny stomach now. I don't think it's because of something I ate just now. It's a psychological thing...

I'm extremely nervous now. About certain things. And I do know about some people visiting this blog, and no, you won't get what you want here except more cryptic words from me. 

Keep guessing. It's a game between you and me. And the only answers that exist are "Yes", "No" and "Maybe". Majority are the latter, much fewer are the middle, and the former is the one in my head. 

BUT, it's pretty loud, and pretty much the whole class is not deaf, which is the reason I was mad. Well, this kind of anger won't last too long. This situation's a teenager thing, and Mum already advised me to be more open-minded and not be selfish and self-centred. I really am rather self-centred, aren't I? 

Well, like I said before. I don't want to be in a relationship, but is it wrong to like someone? The fantasies are rather satisfying... Okay, that sounded wrong, but no, I don't think that far either. Gosh! I'm influenced! 

Anyway, whether I get condemned or praised (what's there to get praised anyway), I don't care. What I care is the awareness, and I don't want any presence of that. 

To my friends, I trust you guys to keep it down. And the subset of those friends, enjoy tweeting, but I'm not following you or allowing you to follow me! And also, keep guessing:) You'd get all the "Maybes" in the world:P 

I'm hungry now. All that writing is really therapeutic. Now let me find something to munch on...