pouts*

im so ashamed of the frequency with which i blog.
im an official blog-slut.
erghhs.
why couldnt i just be.
i dont think that shopping is helping at all.
im getting sicker and tired-er
and its reallyyyyyy pleasing to meet a familiar face once a while.
todayyyy (and the past weekkk)
ive met so so so many pple....
-celestine
-dawnnie!
-kris
-willie
-elliot
-brian
-debbbb
-dongg
-peii
-dan
-keviee
-leon!!
-william.
etcetcetc.
aint i luckkkky?
heh =)

anyways....
no more daydreaming bout my wishlist!
[pouts]
its sucha torture to imagine how im goign to get it fulfilled.
and NO.
stop askingg about my status rite now.
im sick that its all youre after.
:S
anddddd
i made a bigggg mistake.
actualllieee.... its not MY mistake (avoiding all modestyy)
its just our poor luck .
hahs.
i tink you made me tink,
i meann,...
seriously....
THINK.
i dint want you to see me this way-
in sucha clueless state about my own life
and until tis sec,
im still figuring out where i left my mind
just then.
why did you have to ask?
your concern makes me weak.

i wish today dint happen.
of cus meeting william and all was good...
but the part after was swell
too swell for me to even be elated tat we finally met.
without trying to avoid each other.
and its so weird now.
we mk it seem like our past was jst a joke we decided to share out today.
and YES im ashamed you felt so weird too.
ohmannn.
if we were two in this world,
we wldve hit it off soooo well
i tink we'd regret what we lost.
but for the moment,
lets pretend we never had.