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Come Away With Me, 12:10 PM, Sunday, July 12, 2009
You know how is it that I get all clumsy during my time at Starbucks. I get bruises, burns, spills and CUTS. Yeah, I bleed alot for Starbucks no? I take the pain and hits for being a barista. How does it suppose to feel like when you pick up shattered glass and when you get cut by it? It should hurt right? Like your pain censored in your finger will tell the brain its a cut and its bleeding quite a lot than it should be so it means the cut is fairly deep and OUCH it bloody hurts. Right right? Well I got cut yesterday picking up broken mugs due to the carelessness of my district manager. The customer was shock by the load bang sound though.
Anyways, I didn't feel no pain or anything else along the line. I just felt like my flesh has been cut into 2 that can't be joined back anytime soon. And I bleed quite a lot for a cut on the finger and its my left hand middle finger. The last time I bleed a lot was last year at Starbucks KLP where my nose couldn't stop bleeding for a good whole hour and hours after that it slowly stop that freak my manager out. Lets say bleeding out of no where and no reason while reading the partner schedule is like finding out you have brain cancer in a movie. Getting cuts usually hurts at some point but it didn't. I even wash the wound with antiseptic liquid still it didn't hurt. Like its numb. What's happening to me. Its like my brain isn't processing the pain as it should.
Ken has been back for a week now. It's nice having him back home occupying the room again and using the laptop. Its sharing things back again. Kinda need to get use to it cause for the whole 6 months I didn't have to share the laptop or desktop. But yeah. It's really nice having him back home. Though my parents are still the same even though Ken is back. Besides Ken being more tanned and dark. He hasn't change much. His still the with who he is being the Ken he is. Still perasan as ever. But he has the American accent now and he sings weirdly now. He makes that voice when he sings. A voice where you have to hang out with us to know. Cause I can't explain it.
"Perhaps we all give the best of our hearts uncritically to those who hardly think about us in return"
Its true you know the quote above. Cause naive enough I am one of them among who knows how many in the world. It isn't easy trying to be the best you can and try to leave an impression in the lives of your friends and family even just people who you just know. But even though you are trying that doesn't mean people who use it against you or try to make use of it and just treat you just like any other come and go kinda of people. But I guess why people like me still give the best of our hearts cause we know one day somehow we will be thought of and be missed.
"Live each season as it passes. Breathe the air, drink the drink, taste the fruit, but resign yourself to the influences of each."
Should be the way I'm living my life now. Or at least I'm trying to.