Repeated experiences have but one aim:
to teach a lesson you repeatedly refused to learn.

Reading between the lines, that says:
Hey, I'm staying away from boys, sucka.

Don't get me wrong, I am not heartbroken. I just realised that I honestly do not know what I really want. Sometimes, I fool myself into thinking that this is what I want, or that. Well, reality check, it is neither this nor that. And as much as I can't wait to find out what it is (for my own good), I just don't freaking have the time.

Let's be practical. The teachers told us not to go abroad during the holidays for the two-week intensive program. We'll have to face the new term and be welcomed by the Mock Exam. And then we'll move on to Prelims and finally to O'levels. Ok, I'm just saying. My schedule is bound to be full and I don't have any spare time for crises. OMG I am so excited.

Plus, while flirting can be really fun, it's really more of a rollercoaster ride for vanity's sake. Need I elaborate? Nah. Plus plus, most of the time, one is bound to fall for another, and keep on falling. Now I'm going to make a new law here on flirting, or a theory, however you want to call this: at least one person always ends up hitting rock-bottom. Because in those moments between a smile and a wink, between pick-up lines and slight brushes of the arms, between the compliments and the sweet-talks, between those moments something beyond infatuation starts to nurture itself without your even noticing it. And if that something does not start to grow within the other person, that's it mate, you're a goner. haha!

So here, now I'm on the other end. I've seen it from both sides.
So here, bang your head like this now, uh huh.