Falling in love is such a great feeling.
The times you wait eagerly for a message to pop up in your handphone.
The times you secretly steal a glance at him when he walks past you in the canteen.
The times where going to school seems more like paradise rather than hell or boredom.
The times where you get annoyingly and foolish-ly jealous and protective when he talks to another girl.
The times when you feel silly for hating the girl whom he flashed that smile to. (Because it's not for you, but her.)
The times where you'd do ANYTHING to be near him, even if it meant BUILDING UP A PLAN to cross the same path as him.
The times where looking your best is never a question.
The times where he caught you looking and you turn away instantaneously, hoping that he didn't meet your eyes, so it makes you feel as if HE was the one trying to look at you. (Haha.)
The times where you wait, almost diligently, for him to leave before you do so that you can look at him for the last time for the day.
The time where he calls you in the middle of the night to ask if he could borrow your textbook the next day and you go gaga over it. (Double haha.)
And the times where you know you are floating in cloud nine and you never want that moment to ever end.
I MISS THIS FEELING. I want to fall in love all over again. To start doing all these shitty things for the second time. Because no other feeling in this world could ever replace this feeling.
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Sidetrack.
So, we were at work discussing about what kind of teachers our supervisors would make. There's the IT teacher, the English teacher, the History teacher and the PE teacher. And I was randomly wondering..................... What kind of teacher would I make? Do I look intellectual enough to pass off as an English teacher? Haha. You be the judge? Now you tell me.
PS: Promise for more posts with truckloads of pictures either this/next week. I finally got a temporary usb cable for my camera!