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 Sunday, September 20, 2009Do you trust me?
Sigh. Today there's cat class. As usual.So the topic was about trust. "Do you trust me?" I don't know. But I hope, I do. Charlene and Cindy played this game. They told us to throw and mess up everything in the room. So we placed all the chairs everywhere. Not sure what they wanted to do? So the whole room was rather neat still. I mean, we still don't know what's going on? Then someone was blindfolded. Supposed to only listen their instructions. And get a marker placed somewhere. Haha. Raphael got picked. He didn't really resist, so he played. He could roughly see. The cloth was rather translucent, plus the lights were on. He could actually walk straight to the marker. Then the next round, or the last round that had time left to play. So we already knew the instructions and what's gonna happen. People started throwing around chairs. (Including me) xD Smirked too early. I got picked. Oh wow. They knew now. They placed a piece of serviette, or like that kind of tissue paper found in McDonald's, in between the cloth and my eyes. They switched off the lights. The curtains were roughly drawn till theirs not a lot of light. Awesome. Real awesome. I couldn't see a thing. And the obstacle course was fabulous. Chairs were turned over, everything was completely messed up. Wow. I was like blind. I couldn't see. And I really didn't know what's in front of me. If the thing is large enough and right at my feet, maybe I had a chance to see. But most of the time, I would have my feet right in front of it before I can realise one step more and I will hurt myself. So, trusting was the only option I could do, no? One word: fearful. Trust. I don't know. I hope, though, I really hope. I do. "Do you trust me?" Step right up to the freaky & tangible at 8:50 AM :D Back to top? |
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