What the heck did I put myself into?
Too much information for me to understand, AND they STILL keep talking.
Oh yeah, I forgot to say, I figured that my patient is not only so much younger than I thought, but a backstreet boy as well. Yippee. I love the guys to death, but to find out that the guy you are suppose to see naked every day and don’t care, is your crush. It is too much.
“So you see it's just that we couldn't tell the people about us needing an aroma therapist. Imagine how many will be applying for the job." Brian, who is also "Thomas" with the familiar eyes, said laughing
“Oh! Yeah" Was the only answer I could come up with.
“And we choose you because you are young. You could make friends with him easily. Of course, this is Brian’s reason. For me, at least he wouldn’t doubt why you are really here. It’s just that he doesn’t like the idea that much" The one in the sunglasses, who I also figured that he is the one and only Kevin Richardson, told me. Two certificates and I got it because simply I am "young". What an encouragement.
“Oh I'm sorry Mr. Richardson; please don't tell me that he doesn’t like the idea. Any aromatherapy patient has to believe in the therapy in order for it to work. In a position like this it will mean that I failed with him.”
“Oh no, he will like it, trust me,” he said with a determined tone.
“So here we go” Brian said when we reached the room, then opened the door.
“Yo Nick…AJ, we want you to meet Miss Russell" Brian announced
“Hi” I said with an extended hand towards AJ.
“Wow” Then he was nudged by Howie,
"Oh sorry, nice to meet you” He said shaking my hand.
“Nice to meet you too"
Then the other hand belonged to Howie "Nice to have you on tour. Hope you like it with us" Always the Sweet D I see.
“Thanks”
“So, what are you doing on tour with us? You don't look like a musician or a dancer" Nick said. Hey mister, my hand is still in the air here. I expected anything but offensive. What did I do in my life that God would punish me like this?
“Miss Russell is an aroma-therapist for us on tour" Kevin said
“You shitting me" Nice answer Carter. -20 points for you
“Behave” Kevin answered with a “don’t mess with me look”
“Nice. I like that" That came from AJ. Always the charmer I guess. “We might need some relaxation every once a while”
“Oh yeah Nick, it's a nice idea" said Brian trying to convince him
So, here to me it looks like all of them know why I am here except my patient, he will like it my ass Mr. Richardson. The guy hates my guts. It shows from the way he looked at me.
“This thing is for gays, I ain’t one" Nick’s answer took me out of my thoughts
“I assure you Mr. Carter it’s not. Aromatherapy is just like any other therapy; with no chemicals in it. It's safer. It is simply an alternative medicine" I argued
“Who asked for your opinion anyway?” he looked my way and said with a nasty tone. Ok this is enough, I was about to say something, but thank goodness Kevin did first
“I said behave. How do you speak like this with a lady?" The only response he got from Nick was a pair of eyes rolling .Yet he completed "beside it's a done deal, Miss Russell is our aromatherapist, and she will be till the end of the tour, and you will be her patient". Nick looked up with surprised eyes.
“Just like the rest of us" Brian said looking at Kevin, trying not to blow their cover I guess
“Yeah…right…Just like the rest of us” Was Kevin’s only reply.
And I said to myself
OH GOD
Thursday, May 24, 2007
Sunday, May 20, 2007
A FanFiction:The Scent of Affection.Ch1
“Here I am, I can do this, yes Julie you can do this, you will get the job" I kept staring to the building and talking to myself. Some people were looking at me as if I'm crazy, but I didn’t care.
I have this big step ahead of me. That I was about to take. This could be my step either forward or backward.
“Oh god, help me" I prayed then took the stairs. I asked the receptionist in the hotel where was the conference room. She gave me the directions without even looking at me. How reassuring.
I still had this weird feeling. When I first saw the ad I was over the moon. With two certificates that approve how much of an aroma therapist I am. I thought I will get this job for sure, but when I saw the people applying for this job I thought my chances are zilch. I was the youngest in the room. People were staring at me as If I have two heads. Besides that, my fears where doubled because of what Karen (my sister and my only family) told me yesterday. Her words are still ringing in my ear. "Why would someone have a job interview in a hotel, why not at there home, they said the patient is an old man, I mean they should have the interview at a house not a hotel, something is fishy here"
Karen the over protective, over analyzing person she is, has to put fear in me. She cares about me as if she was Mom. Although she is only a year older. Yet she is older and I, the younger poor me, have to listen. She can do whatever she wants, and her excuse "she is older". Yeah, I know, weird way of thinking. But this is Karebear. I love her with all my heart, and if it wasn't for her .I wouldn’t be where I am now. Still she thinks of my as the “baby sister” .Her word not mine. I couldn’t ask for a better sister.
“Miss Julie Russell". The one calling my name took me out of my thoughts.
"Yes, that's me"
He smiled and asked me to come into the room for my interview.
As I got inside I found 3 faces looking at me, one of them is hiding under very big sunglasses. Yet, he looked familiar. I don’t know where I've seen him before. He looked different than the other two. In casual clothes, not suits like the others. I hate it when people wear sunglasses they could be looking at your boobs but you can't tell. Anyway one of the two in suits told me to have a seat. I gave my CV file to the bellboy and he in order gave it to the guy in sunglasses.
“I see you have two certificates, yet you don’t have that much experience Miss Russell”
“Yeah it's just that... I as you can see am a little younger than the other people applying, but I can work just as much as they can”
“Well the two certificates sure covers this up Mr. Scott” the other guy in the suit said.
“Yeah but how would you know"
“Mr. Scott these are from the greatest aromatherapy associations in the world. You can even call them and make sure they aren't fake" I answered
“She is right” the 1st guy in the suit said “I as an aroma therapist myself can make sure that these are from great trusted aromatherapy associations, if not the greatest”
“And you can even try me, sir, anything. If you want to” I said. OK, that did sound bad
The sunglasses guy looked at me ,or let's say that’s what I thought he did, then asked if I can please wait outside so they can have a word together. With a "sure" I left the room.
When the bellboy opened the door for me I found a pair of blue eyes staring at me. They also looked familiar. The face said "sorry".
“It’s OK" I answered. Then I heard from behind me " Come in Thomas, we need your opinion"
Now I'm waiting for them to decide to send me away. Still couldn’t remember when did I see those two faces before?
Mean while in the room
“She didn't recognize me” Said the guy named Thomas
“Yeah and she did learn pretty well. Although the problem of her being young and not experienced enough" The sunglasses guy answered
“Well, you did find something wrong in each one who came" he reasoned. "So I guess she is the best in all, and she might actually make friends with him"
“Yeah, still…”
“No buts or stills. At least he won't be suspicious when he sees her. She is the one" Then the guy in the suit interrupted "Well, from my opinion, he is right. She is the most one qualified for a job like that"
“And I also agree. With qualifications like that, I have to" the other in the suit said
“Well then she gets the job. What more can I say?!” The sunglasses guy said with a sigh.
“Miss Russell”
The same bellboy called my name again. I lifted my head up and answered “yes”
“The gentlemen would like to meet you again”
“Thanks” I stood up and went to the door again thinking to myself that this is weird. I heard behind me someone saying that this is it for today, and they will call the rest if they need them. This is getting weirder.
“Please, have a seat miss Russell"
“Thank you, sir” I sat down in the same chair. The guy name Thomas or so I recall started speaking
“Well miss Russell. We see that you are the most qualified one for this job. So congratulations you got your self a job"
“Oh! Really! Thanks...a lot. So when will I start, and can I have the address so I can visit the patient?" Oh my god, I was so excited
“Well…um…There are some changes from the advertisement"
“Sure what is it?” OK, could it get any weirder? Of course it could. Who was I to speak?
The guy in the glasses said "Well Miss Russell, you see the patient… is not old. Let’s say not that old. And…” Then he paused
“And…”
“Well he doesn't have an address…I mean not a specific one, at least right now"
“Huh, I will be treating a homeless or what?" I said with a laugh, a nervous one.
“Oh no, you got it wrong” Thomas said laughing "This one can't be homeless, trust me"
“Yeah you got it all wrong. You will be touring with us Miss Russell" Sunglasses guy said
“Touring…?”
“Why don't you come with us to meet your patient?, and we will tell you the whole story in the elevator"
TOLD YOU IT COULD GET WEIRDER
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I have this big step ahead of me. That I was about to take. This could be my step either forward or backward.
“Oh god, help me" I prayed then took the stairs. I asked the receptionist in the hotel where was the conference room. She gave me the directions without even looking at me. How reassuring.
I still had this weird feeling. When I first saw the ad I was over the moon. With two certificates that approve how much of an aroma therapist I am. I thought I will get this job for sure, but when I saw the people applying for this job I thought my chances are zilch. I was the youngest in the room. People were staring at me as If I have two heads. Besides that, my fears where doubled because of what Karen (my sister and my only family) told me yesterday. Her words are still ringing in my ear. "Why would someone have a job interview in a hotel, why not at there home, they said the patient is an old man, I mean they should have the interview at a house not a hotel, something is fishy here"
Karen the over protective, over analyzing person she is, has to put fear in me. She cares about me as if she was Mom. Although she is only a year older. Yet she is older and I, the younger poor me, have to listen. She can do whatever she wants, and her excuse "she is older". Yeah, I know, weird way of thinking. But this is Karebear. I love her with all my heart, and if it wasn't for her .I wouldn’t be where I am now. Still she thinks of my as the “baby sister” .Her word not mine. I couldn’t ask for a better sister.
“Miss Julie Russell". The one calling my name took me out of my thoughts.
"Yes, that's me"
He smiled and asked me to come into the room for my interview.
As I got inside I found 3 faces looking at me, one of them is hiding under very big sunglasses. Yet, he looked familiar. I don’t know where I've seen him before. He looked different than the other two. In casual clothes, not suits like the others. I hate it when people wear sunglasses they could be looking at your boobs but you can't tell. Anyway one of the two in suits told me to have a seat. I gave my CV file to the bellboy and he in order gave it to the guy in sunglasses.
“I see you have two certificates, yet you don’t have that much experience Miss Russell”
“Yeah it's just that... I as you can see am a little younger than the other people applying, but I can work just as much as they can”
“Well the two certificates sure covers this up Mr. Scott” the other guy in the suit said.
“Yeah but how would you know"
“Mr. Scott these are from the greatest aromatherapy associations in the world. You can even call them and make sure they aren't fake" I answered
“She is right” the 1st guy in the suit said “I as an aroma therapist myself can make sure that these are from great trusted aromatherapy associations, if not the greatest”
“And you can even try me, sir, anything. If you want to” I said. OK, that did sound bad
The sunglasses guy looked at me ,or let's say that’s what I thought he did, then asked if I can please wait outside so they can have a word together. With a "sure" I left the room.
When the bellboy opened the door for me I found a pair of blue eyes staring at me. They also looked familiar. The face said "sorry".
“It’s OK" I answered. Then I heard from behind me " Come in Thomas, we need your opinion"
Now I'm waiting for them to decide to send me away. Still couldn’t remember when did I see those two faces before?
Mean while in the room
“She didn't recognize me” Said the guy named Thomas
“Yeah and she did learn pretty well. Although the problem of her being young and not experienced enough" The sunglasses guy answered
“Well, you did find something wrong in each one who came" he reasoned. "So I guess she is the best in all, and she might actually make friends with him"
“Yeah, still…”
“No buts or stills. At least he won't be suspicious when he sees her. She is the one" Then the guy in the suit interrupted "Well, from my opinion, he is right. She is the most one qualified for a job like that"
“And I also agree. With qualifications like that, I have to" the other in the suit said
“Well then she gets the job. What more can I say?!” The sunglasses guy said with a sigh.
“Miss Russell”
The same bellboy called my name again. I lifted my head up and answered “yes”
“The gentlemen would like to meet you again”
“Thanks” I stood up and went to the door again thinking to myself that this is weird. I heard behind me someone saying that this is it for today, and they will call the rest if they need them. This is getting weirder.
“Please, have a seat miss Russell"
“Thank you, sir” I sat down in the same chair. The guy name Thomas or so I recall started speaking
“Well miss Russell. We see that you are the most qualified one for this job. So congratulations you got your self a job"
“Oh! Really! Thanks...a lot. So when will I start, and can I have the address so I can visit the patient?" Oh my god, I was so excited
“Well…um…There are some changes from the advertisement"
“Sure what is it?” OK, could it get any weirder? Of course it could. Who was I to speak?
The guy in the glasses said "Well Miss Russell, you see the patient… is not old. Let’s say not that old. And…” Then he paused
“And…”
“Well he doesn't have an address…I mean not a specific one, at least right now"
“Huh, I will be treating a homeless or what?" I said with a laugh, a nervous one.
“Oh no, you got it wrong” Thomas said laughing "This one can't be homeless, trust me"
“Yeah you got it all wrong. You will be touring with us Miss Russell" Sunglasses guy said
“Touring…?”
“Why don't you come with us to meet your patient?, and we will tell you the whole story in the elevator"
TOLD YOU IT COULD GET WEIRDER
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Nick Carter's trip
Nick Carter's trip
in a public transportation in Egypt
"Damn rental car" He uttered after the car stopped somewhere in El-Abbassia square and wouldn't move. He glanced left and right, trying to find what to do. He was stuck in a foreign country with a foreign language. "Please God, anyone who speaks English. I'd do anything for some guy who speaks English" he prayed
He got out of the car, and started walking through the same way most people walked. Apparently there is some college around here. Most of the people around him were young and holding notebooks in their hands or wearing backpacks. However, they looked so different than American college students and more than them in number too.
"Bingo" he whispered to himself, he saw a young man holding a Shakespearean play in his hand. "He must be speaking English in order to read that" he reasoned. He approached the man trying to ask for directions
"I'm sorry mister, but I'm kinda lost and need directions to the City Stars mall" Nick asked nervously. What was weird though that the young man did not have any recognition in eyes of what he was talking about, it was like he spoke Martian. Suddenly a young miss approached the boy taking the play and the notebook from his hands claiming them as hers, or so Nick thought.
"I'm sorry miss, I'm lost and in need for directions to the City Stars mall". In a very weak accent she answered "we are going near there too, ride with us in a bus and we will…..um… show you where to go"
"Thanks miss. That is very nice of you" all of a sudden the boy hollered in an even weaker English scaring him "Welcome to Egypt". Nick simply nodded with a shocked expression on his face, patted his arm and said "Thank you man"
All of a sudden a loud holler came from far away. A guy who was standing very dangerously on the steps by the door of the bus kept shouting. What Nick realized is that some words were repeated, but he couldn’t understand them.
"Come, come. Ride this bus it will take you there" The girl kept pointing to the bus.
"Aren’t you coming?" He asked, fear was starting to rise in him.
"We will go with you, but we will go before City Stars. Sorry"
"Thanks anyway" He replied with a nervous smile
"Welcome. Come, come." She climbed the stairs of the bus, glanced around then stood up in the end of the isle.
"Isn’t it illegal to stand in a bus?" He asked. What took him by surprise is her laugh. It appeared so cynical. And what proved him right is her comment "Welcome to Egypt"
"Oh!" That was all he could utter.
He realized a girl sitting down. A frown on her face, looking up from her book every once in a while, throwing dirty glances at the man standing beside her chair. He was standing with his back to her, so he actually didn't see any of these glances. What caught Nick's attention more was that the man was about to sit down on her shoulder instead of leaning on the chair. She flinched. And Nick guessed that with only her flinch, the man realized that the thing behind him is actually a human being, not merely a chair. He stood properly after that. Then the girl went on reading her book again.
"Excuse me" came from behind him. He turned his head, the only thing he could turn in a situation like this, to the girl who gave him the directions.
"I will go now. Good luck" she said then started to squeeze herself with the man beside her to make a way so she could leave. Nick didn’t realize until now that the bus was now totally packed. Almost like a tuna can. No room even for air.
"But, how can I complete the way? I don’t know where to go" He asked nervously
"Don’t worry, who asks is never lost" She said with a smile, then squeezed some more and left. "Huh" His mind kept wondering "what did she mean?"
He realized now that he was standing in front of the girl he was observing before. He also realized that her book is actually an English novel.
Before he could ask her anything, the driver hit the brakes so hard he heard the sound of the wheels resistance on the street so loud. All the people in the bus was shaken like a cola drink. And suddenly he felt a shoulder stuck in his private area as well as a head in his stomach. He looked down at the source of that and realized that these belonged to the girl that stole his attention before. And suddenly he felt the pain, his eyes was nearly coming out of there sockets, and then came the scream.
"OH, GOOOOOD" He began gasping for air. The girl showed nervousness, then fear; she stood up saying sorry every second. She made him sit down in her chair, but after that she seemed as if she didn’t know what she could do more.
Luckily, no body was paying attention to him. All the people were looking out at the driver who was at first throwing a number of obscene words at the guy who nearly ran over his bus. Ironically enough, the guy's car was so small. People couldn’t see it from the bus. Moreover, the number of obscene turned to a fist fight between the two drivers. However, there was still no police in sight, or so wondered Nick after he recovered a little from his own "accident".
The girl beside him asked something in Arabic.
"I'm sorry. I can’t understand you."
"Are you OK?"
"Oh yeah…better, thanks" He looked up to her face.
"What can I do for you?" She asked, what caught his attention is that her English is pretty good. A little accent but barely noticeable.
"If it weren't for your hijab, I'd say you are an American as well" He commented smiling.
"Oh no. no…no…no, I'm Egyptian" She smiled blushing
"Why aren't we moving yet?" He asked looking around
"The driver is still fighting. Don’t worry, It is nearly over" She answered
"The police aren't here yet?" He asked astonished. The girl laughed the same cynical laugh like the girl who gave him directions
"The police don't come for theses things" She answered.
"That's why the people aren't doing anything about that…"He commented, more to himself than her.
"They are used to this" She completed his thought
"I see". The bus started moving again. But the driver's mood didn't change one bit. If not, it got worse.
"What are you doing here anyway?" She asked.
"Wanted to see the beauty of Egypt" He answered
"Oh, no…I didn’t mean here as in Egypt. I meant here as in this filthy bus"
"My rental car broke down. Some girl told me to take this bus; she even paid for my ticket." He answered "oh I was about to ask you, do you know how can I reach the City Stars mall?"
"I'll show you, don’t worry" She smiled; her smile calmed him down a little.
"I could really use your help around here. I easily get lost. And my friends get worried about me when I disappear." He said with a little laugh, almost a giggle.
She laughed then answered." Well I can be your guide in Egypt, though I don’t know much myself. But still, I owe you one after….well…you know" He looked at her confused for a while then recognition appeared in his eyes
"Hey, it wasn't your fault. It's OK. I'll live" He blushed but quickly recovered "but I could definitely need a friend here in Egypt"
"I can help with that" Then she extended her right hand "I'm Shaza" He shook her hand and replied "I'm Nick"
"Oh! It is really you then" He blushed and said "I guess you know me, huh?"
"Yeah" She blushed as well and answered nervously. "Welcome to Egypt" this time her tone was different from the girl. She actually meant it.
"CITY STARS" the man standing by the door hollered in extremely poor English.
"Come on, we reached our destination" And they both took off, not to mention squeezing to reach the door of the bus.
in a public transportation in Egypt
"Damn rental car" He uttered after the car stopped somewhere in El-Abbassia square and wouldn't move. He glanced left and right, trying to find what to do. He was stuck in a foreign country with a foreign language. "Please God, anyone who speaks English. I'd do anything for some guy who speaks English" he prayed
He got out of the car, and started walking through the same way most people walked. Apparently there is some college around here. Most of the people around him were young and holding notebooks in their hands or wearing backpacks. However, they looked so different than American college students and more than them in number too.
"Bingo" he whispered to himself, he saw a young man holding a Shakespearean play in his hand. "He must be speaking English in order to read that" he reasoned. He approached the man trying to ask for directions
"I'm sorry mister, but I'm kinda lost and need directions to the City Stars mall" Nick asked nervously. What was weird though that the young man did not have any recognition in eyes of what he was talking about, it was like he spoke Martian. Suddenly a young miss approached the boy taking the play and the notebook from his hands claiming them as hers, or so Nick thought.
"I'm sorry miss, I'm lost and in need for directions to the City Stars mall". In a very weak accent she answered "we are going near there too, ride with us in a bus and we will…..um… show you where to go"
"Thanks miss. That is very nice of you" all of a sudden the boy hollered in an even weaker English scaring him "Welcome to Egypt". Nick simply nodded with a shocked expression on his face, patted his arm and said "Thank you man"
All of a sudden a loud holler came from far away. A guy who was standing very dangerously on the steps by the door of the bus kept shouting. What Nick realized is that some words were repeated, but he couldn’t understand them.
"Come, come. Ride this bus it will take you there" The girl kept pointing to the bus.
"Aren’t you coming?" He asked, fear was starting to rise in him.
"We will go with you, but we will go before City Stars. Sorry"
"Thanks anyway" He replied with a nervous smile
"Welcome. Come, come." She climbed the stairs of the bus, glanced around then stood up in the end of the isle.
"Isn’t it illegal to stand in a bus?" He asked. What took him by surprise is her laugh. It appeared so cynical. And what proved him right is her comment "Welcome to Egypt"
"Oh!" That was all he could utter.
He realized a girl sitting down. A frown on her face, looking up from her book every once in a while, throwing dirty glances at the man standing beside her chair. He was standing with his back to her, so he actually didn't see any of these glances. What caught Nick's attention more was that the man was about to sit down on her shoulder instead of leaning on the chair. She flinched. And Nick guessed that with only her flinch, the man realized that the thing behind him is actually a human being, not merely a chair. He stood properly after that. Then the girl went on reading her book again.
"Excuse me" came from behind him. He turned his head, the only thing he could turn in a situation like this, to the girl who gave him the directions.
"I will go now. Good luck" she said then started to squeeze herself with the man beside her to make a way so she could leave. Nick didn’t realize until now that the bus was now totally packed. Almost like a tuna can. No room even for air.
"But, how can I complete the way? I don’t know where to go" He asked nervously
"Don’t worry, who asks is never lost" She said with a smile, then squeezed some more and left. "Huh" His mind kept wondering "what did she mean?"
He realized now that he was standing in front of the girl he was observing before. He also realized that her book is actually an English novel.
Before he could ask her anything, the driver hit the brakes so hard he heard the sound of the wheels resistance on the street so loud. All the people in the bus was shaken like a cola drink. And suddenly he felt a shoulder stuck in his private area as well as a head in his stomach. He looked down at the source of that and realized that these belonged to the girl that stole his attention before. And suddenly he felt the pain, his eyes was nearly coming out of there sockets, and then came the scream.
"OH, GOOOOOD" He began gasping for air. The girl showed nervousness, then fear; she stood up saying sorry every second. She made him sit down in her chair, but after that she seemed as if she didn’t know what she could do more.
Luckily, no body was paying attention to him. All the people were looking out at the driver who was at first throwing a number of obscene words at the guy who nearly ran over his bus. Ironically enough, the guy's car was so small. People couldn’t see it from the bus. Moreover, the number of obscene turned to a fist fight between the two drivers. However, there was still no police in sight, or so wondered Nick after he recovered a little from his own "accident".
The girl beside him asked something in Arabic.
"I'm sorry. I can’t understand you."
"Are you OK?"
"Oh yeah…better, thanks" He looked up to her face.
"What can I do for you?" She asked, what caught his attention is that her English is pretty good. A little accent but barely noticeable.
"If it weren't for your hijab, I'd say you are an American as well" He commented smiling.
"Oh no. no…no…no, I'm Egyptian" She smiled blushing
"Why aren't we moving yet?" He asked looking around
"The driver is still fighting. Don’t worry, It is nearly over" She answered
"The police aren't here yet?" He asked astonished. The girl laughed the same cynical laugh like the girl who gave him directions
"The police don't come for theses things" She answered.
"That's why the people aren't doing anything about that…"He commented, more to himself than her.
"They are used to this" She completed his thought
"I see". The bus started moving again. But the driver's mood didn't change one bit. If not, it got worse.
"What are you doing here anyway?" She asked.
"Wanted to see the beauty of Egypt" He answered
"Oh, no…I didn’t mean here as in Egypt. I meant here as in this filthy bus"
"My rental car broke down. Some girl told me to take this bus; she even paid for my ticket." He answered "oh I was about to ask you, do you know how can I reach the City Stars mall?"
"I'll show you, don’t worry" She smiled; her smile calmed him down a little.
"I could really use your help around here. I easily get lost. And my friends get worried about me when I disappear." He said with a little laugh, almost a giggle.
She laughed then answered." Well I can be your guide in Egypt, though I don’t know much myself. But still, I owe you one after….well…you know" He looked at her confused for a while then recognition appeared in his eyes
"Hey, it wasn't your fault. It's OK. I'll live" He blushed but quickly recovered "but I could definitely need a friend here in Egypt"
"I can help with that" Then she extended her right hand "I'm Shaza" He shook her hand and replied "I'm Nick"
"Oh! It is really you then" He blushed and said "I guess you know me, huh?"
"Yeah" She blushed as well and answered nervously. "Welcome to Egypt" this time her tone was different from the girl. She actually meant it.
"CITY STARS" the man standing by the door hollered in extremely poor English.
"Come on, we reached our destination" And they both took off, not to mention squeezing to reach the door of the bus.
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Saturday, May 19, 2007
My First Entry:Coming Soon.
I am in my last year in college right now. My exams are coming soon. Pretty soon as a matter of fact. to whoever is going to check my blog, i don't want to keep you hanging. So, even though this blog didn't "start" yet. I'm taking a break till i officially finish college. Of course i will write small entries in between studying, like right now. And i will try to send my already finished written "stuff".However, nothing new will come.
Long story short. Please forgive me. And i will continue writing after exams. Wish me luck.
Wait for me.I will be Coming Soon :)
Take care
Long story short. Please forgive me. And i will continue writing after exams. Wish me luck.
Wait for me.I will be Coming Soon :)
Take care
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