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Busy, busy, busy...
Bitched on: Saturday, August 05, 2006
Time: 8/05/2006 09:00:00 PM
I've been busy.Time: 8/05/2006 09:00:00 PM
That's like on almost every entry in my blog, I know.
And also my friends' too.
This is the 'season' to be busy.
School is starting.
Camps here and there.
Bid this, bid that.
GEM? SS? Core? CCA? Hall?
Rag. Rag. Rag.
Dance, float, dance, float...
I feel so overstretched.
But that's me.
I'm a workaholic I think.
Pile on the workload. Keep it coming...
Proof?
My face is like a warzone now.
Outbreak.
Lack of sleep. AGAIN.
I feel like I have totally ignored my appearance now (haven't shave in days, and my lips are peeling, see previous entry).
I met a friend (whom I haven't seen for a year) at my matriculation fair.
And after exchanging pleasantries and the occasional insults, he leaned over and lowered his voice (but loud enough for people around us to hear), "Eh, you better do something about your face. (we are) No longer in the Army, no (need for) camo cream anymore."
I was dumbfonded. Here was a friend I haven't seen in almost a year...
I could have come up with a better comeback and insult the ass of him back (if you are reading this, you moron, you are a moron, but we are still friends though).
What did I say to that?
I mumbled, "Erm... erm... actually camo cream is scientifically proven to be good for the skin."
Dumbass...
Speaking of meeting people at school, I met my cousin.
Whom I took a good 5 minutes to recognise and register in my (not-working-so-well) brain that we are related.
She saw me, waved and chatted excitedly to me for roughly a couple of minutes before heading to another group of friends.
Yes, I took a while after she left to recognise her!
All the while she was talking to me, I had a fake smile plastered on my idiotic grinning face.
Crapping my way through the conversation...
And who can blame me, she looked different! Unrecognisable!
I have always seen her wearing the tudung and she wasn't back then. Don't get me started about her make-up...
Any thicker and it could have flaked off.
That's so mean...
She wasn't the only one I couldn't recognise.
Just a week into school, I have bumped into many many friends (from different stages of my life) who would call out my name with ease.
And I would be stumped with theirs. So I'll just smile. Again with the idiotic grinning face.
I'm making a lot of friends, thankfully, so many that a new friend was surprised when I knew almost half the people in my school.
I won't say I'm Mr Popular, cause I really am not.
I feel like I am the buddy.
Looking back, I think I have almost been fortunate to be the close friend of some Mr or Miss Populars.
In a way I'm the sidekick. People remember me.
Anyway, I'm blessed with the charm (ehem...)
Plus I'm calling myself Shazi now.
Simply because people find it hard to pronounce my actual name, Shaziran.
You just put a 'ran' at the back and people will somehow call you Sharizan.
Go figure...
Shazi is a unique name, easy to remember.
So unique, when I introduce myself, out of ten, half will ask if that's my actual name.
But back to friends, I suddenly find myself surrounded by friends again.
Finally human contact.
And I even caught the fever from a friend...
Yay!
Pathetic, I know.
If you have read my previous entries, there was a time when I felt really low and lonely.
But now, things are falling into place.
Old friends, new friends.
New school.
Old memories, new experiences.
Old Shaziran, a new Shazi.
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