Thursday, July 14, 2005
First Sip Of Honey
“The best way to learn about yourself is to fall in love.” That means I never got to know myself greatly until nineteen years old. Unlike most high school kids fluttering around with dates, I buried myself into different kinds of extra-curricular activities. That made me a famous kid. It’s impossible for one to study at my school and stay clueless to my presence. A weakened family bond provided a fantastic environment for me to spread outward, which also means friends are my family. I never knew what a lover can bring into my life or the other way. I had no idea.
I did go out with two girls but that were nothing serious or I should say I was too young to know what love meant (I still don’t). Green days stopped until the summer after my high school era.
“Such a poor kid!”I saw a teen lifting boxes and boxes of clothes from here to there by unreasonable orders from a harsh supervisor, who later told me the reason to order him around was to get more chances to speak with the ‘teen’. She fancied him. I thought he’s much younger than me until he stood up from his kneeling. He gave me a glance. I was too sleepy to say hi. That was my first day working at DKNY. My first summer job and I thought it’s brilliant to work as sales – nothing much to do and staying away from the burning sun.
I worked and behaved like the best employee at the shop. I lied to the Shop Manager that I had sales experience or they will not even lay an eye on me. It’s just I was so confident that what I missed could be made up by enthusiasm and hard work. The ‘teen’ was very different. He had been in retailing for more than 7 years and he knew how to maximize his time to chill out while he managed to talk with everyone in the shop and sometimes chat on phone like there’s nobody’s watching.
DKNY is such a big store. We were assigned to stand far away from each other, so we wouldn’t end up talking all day but not working. Silly tactic. He came and chat with me like every 5 mins. I was too shy to talk much. Mostly he would tell me about his life, his friends and what he worked before. He worked as a make-up artist at Nina Ricci.
“Wow~ you were in such a beautiful industry!”
“Not as beautiful as you.”
Major Blushing! I didn’t know what to say.
Why did he say something like this? Do I really look such beautiful? Did he know what he said or was he just kidding? No guy has ever been so interested in me. Why did my heart beat so fast when he stood next to me? Questions were left unanswered for a few days……
I did go out with two girls but that were nothing serious or I should say I was too young to know what love meant (I still don’t). Green days stopped until the summer after my high school era.
“Such a poor kid!”I saw a teen lifting boxes and boxes of clothes from here to there by unreasonable orders from a harsh supervisor, who later told me the reason to order him around was to get more chances to speak with the ‘teen’. She fancied him. I thought he’s much younger than me until he stood up from his kneeling. He gave me a glance. I was too sleepy to say hi. That was my first day working at DKNY. My first summer job and I thought it’s brilliant to work as sales – nothing much to do and staying away from the burning sun.
I worked and behaved like the best employee at the shop. I lied to the Shop Manager that I had sales experience or they will not even lay an eye on me. It’s just I was so confident that what I missed could be made up by enthusiasm and hard work. The ‘teen’ was very different. He had been in retailing for more than 7 years and he knew how to maximize his time to chill out while he managed to talk with everyone in the shop and sometimes chat on phone like there’s nobody’s watching.
DKNY is such a big store. We were assigned to stand far away from each other, so we wouldn’t end up talking all day but not working. Silly tactic. He came and chat with me like every 5 mins. I was too shy to talk much. Mostly he would tell me about his life, his friends and what he worked before. He worked as a make-up artist at Nina Ricci.
“Wow~ you were in such a beautiful industry!”
“Not as beautiful as you.”
Major Blushing! I didn’t know what to say.
Why did he say something like this? Do I really look such beautiful? Did he know what he said or was he just kidding? No guy has ever been so interested in me. Why did my heart beat so fast when he stood next to me? Questions were left unanswered for a few days……
// posted by BeautyInTheBeast @ 9:20 PM 
