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    The glance
    Friday, December 3, 2010, 12:14 AM
    It’s really a nice feeling when you catch your “crush” looking at your direction.

    Assuming or not, you’d go “OH MY GOSH, SHE JUST LOOKED AT ME!”, whether it’s true or not.

    And you’d try to catch her again the next time, so you maneuver your position, stay alert and sneak sideway glances at her.

    Definitely exciting.

    Plus, doing this on the auditorium, oh yeah. She started it anyway, haha. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, my “I’m-sure-she-looked-at-me” radar is ON.