006 ;; Turn-off

Ohgahd. That was terrible!

It was quarter to one in our clock and I was pacing around the room waiting for my dad's car to stop in front of the door. Thankfully, the practice hasn't started yet. When I rounded the wall from the stairs, first thing my eye caught was his eyes and I drew in a sharp intake of breath. He looked like he was glistening there. I dropped my bag on the floor and sat down. Practice started and to my disappointment, he handled the white belts.

An hour later, he now handled the colored belts. I led the kicking program before he came over so we had to chat a bit. He was just staring down on my face and I was staring down on the instruction card I was holding. His lips kind of twitched upwards a bit when we finished, and resumed the kickings. He was directly infront of me, so I was able to gaze at his form freely. And then it was over.

Moving on, we had the usual routine of 'games'. It was a load of rubbish, in my opinion. I'm not complaining though. I totally loved the look he gave me when he handed me back my kickpad. It was there in his hand, holding it in his outstretched arm. I reached out to receive it, but before I could, he raised it up as if he was going to throw it over to me, but he smiled and let me grab it from him. I could have melted on the spot.

But it was dreadful when we were finally downstairs, waiting to leave. He was the last to leave the practice grounds. I was just leaning against the wall, thinking of stuff. I heard him approach, but I only saw his back. It wasn't until the moment he turned sideways to go through the gates that I saw the horrible eyeglasses he was wearing. Oh, it was dreadful. My mouth just hanged open and I was staring at him. He even looked back at me. But I didn't care. I was staring at those horribly instulting pair of glasses sitting on his nose, covering his lovely eyes. I was so stunned that I just stood there, staring at the spot where he had looked back at me until a kid bumped against me.

I wasn't able to remove the image of his face from my mind all day. I've been itching to write about it for hours.

I told Titus about it and it somehow ended up with me being insulted without him noticing. I wish Marj would go online, he would be able to handle it better than Titus did.