the sound of your serenade from the open window.
Sunday, November 18, 2007
leading footsteps
[part2]
sarah
class 1.4
register number 27
jonathan
class 1.1
register number 18
orientation week.
1st day:-
introduction
2nd day:-
campus tour
3rd day:-
team building
4th day:-
team building
5th day:-
camp fire
camp fire night.
air filled with smoke and laughter.
music, games, action.
"OK PEOPLE! listen up. its time for the camp fire dance yeah. now. jumble yourselves and make sure the person you stand next to is of the OPPOSITE gender. when the music starts, hold hands and lets start our primative tribal dance! if you're not sure which gender you belong to. gender confirmation services are provided up in front. now move it people!"
she gets lost in the crowd,
soaking up the atmoshpere.
"it had been a fun week,
loads of new friends and lovely classmates.
this might be quite a good two years here.
'hey this is a good time to check out the babes'
'yeah keep a lookout and we'll tally up later huh'
'haha. you guys are so desperate man.'
as his friends moved off,
he stands alone in the crowd.
"i seriously can't believe that i'm doing this.
ohwell. guess i just have to go along with them.
it could actually be fun. yeah right.
he walks into the crowd
she walks amongst the crowd
unknowingly.
as fate would have had it.
they begin walking towards one another.
their distance shortening as the music begin playing.
words spilled @ 3:33 PM /
leave goosebumps here ⋄
