No More

Cupid, I Don't Need You Spitting On My Cupcake And Calling It Frosting.

I'm done with love for now. That's all I can say. I'm still dazed at what just happened, though, it was all too fast. Call it a 3-night stand. Or something like that. Kamote. Sauce.

As of now, I'm going to have one hell of a time figuring out what will I write for our English composition: A letter for your "Significant Other". Some homework. Ach.

I have standards when it comes to guys, it seems that this dude was just some smooth talker.

Moral Lesson: Never say yes to a guy you just met a day ago, or a week, for that matter. Kamote.

As of this moment, I'm dowloading "Careless Whisper" into my iPod. Not Hayden Kho's version; the Kris Lawrence one. It's my L.S.S. In fact, I've been singing it the whole day. It's Yuri's fave song even before the Hayden-Katrina Scandal came up.

''1994-I'm still young''