Perfume in my car

So, my sister (let’s just call her, Raen) came to the city last2 month. I couldn’t remember the exact date but she came alone.

The story was, we went to watch a movie at night.

It was Aladdin.

Personally I didn’t like the movie at all.

I hadn’t watch the original (you know, the cartoon version), and I’m not interested to watch it at all.

(am I triggering Aladdin’s fans?)

Anyway, it was already middle in the night when we drove home.

It took us 20 minutes to get home from the cinema.

Upon arrival, we talked about how beautiful Princess Jasmine is, and then while I turning off the engine..

Raen (my sister) : your car perfume is so strong!!

Me (confused): What? I didn’t put car perfume. I don’t like perfume.

Raen : your car smells good. It’s perfume.

Me, sniffed and yeah, I smelt the perfume. It was a really nice scent but I couldn’t figure what the scent was.

Me : yeah, it’s perfume but I didn’t put perfume at all in my car. It’s your perfume maybe?

Raen: I didn’t put perfume on my body either. This is strange. It smells like Jasmine.

And we started look to each other. Hurriedly, we climbed off and went upstairs.

Me : There’s nothing wrong. We’re good. There’s nothing to be afraid of. (in my head thinking how to spend the night in my sister room without me asking her too)

When we got home,

Raen : let’s sleep in my room tonight.

Me (relieved) : yeah, sure..

No need for me to ask since I didn’t want her to know that I’m afraid.

While in the shower, I was thinking where the smell from..and I realized,

Me (shouting to my sister who is in the room) : I know where the smell from. It’s from your chair in cinema earlier. Maybe someone wear too much perfume that the smell still there when you sat, or probably someone spilled their perfume on the chair.

Raen : Yeah, the smell are strong in my shirt.

I don’t really sure where the smell came from. I was a little bit scared to be honest but I know that whatever it is, it will never touch us.  The timing was so o point too. It came out when we talked about Princess Jasmine.

I never experience this kind of thing before. Most of the time I heard it from people around me. Quite thrilling to be honest..haha

Flirting

Flirting.

Flirting is for me consider as just play around.

My office. My colleagues and me, we flirt a lot.

Men to women. Men to men. Women to women.

Yes, that’s how fun & weird we are.

But for me, a lot of times, I didn’t like flirting.

When people flirting me, most of the time I didn’t respond.

I just brush their flirt off.

Sometimes I felt annoyed.

In my mind, swirling this kind of questions, ‘ Why they like to flirt so much? Can’t you see that I’m not in the mood? Stay away from me!’, especially in early morning or when I have lots works to do.

Of course, I only said that in my mind. I didn’t say directly to their face. I only show my not in the mood/interested expression. It works most of the time.

What also crossed in my mind was this, ‘ Why they like flirting me when I didn’t even flirt with them?’.

Well, my colleagues who most flirting most of time while I’m just either laughing with them or sat on my desk ignoring them completely.

But then I realized, a lot of time I was the one who started the flirting scene.

Unconsciously.

And then when they flirting me, I ignored them.

And sometime have a madness to mad at them when they flirt with me?!!

What??!!

Shame on me.

If I don’t want them flirting me then I should stop flirt with them, so they will stop flirt with me so my days will go smoothly without me feel so mad.

Easy, right?

So easy.

For the past 5 years I have a really long hair.

I rebonded it twice a year since I got a curly hair. The not beautiful kind of curly.

End of year last year, I decided to curl it more.

You know, new hairstyle, like that.

I really don’t know why I think that way.

Well, my hair did look nice but it took a lot of my energy, money to manage it all the time.

And then, with a lot of stuffs going in my life, I felt so stress.

So I decided to cut my hair short. But before that, I made sure to ask a lot of people whether it’s would look on me if I have a short hair.

I gotta make sure that.

I also googled a lot of girls with short hair. just to get some inspirations. Kononlah.

At the end of the day, I got firm with my decision and cut my hair.

At the salon. I can’t believe myself to cut it myself..haha

Well, surprisingly I didn't felt bad for cutting my hair unlike what I expected.

I felt good actually. Like some of my burdens lifted up. That was a nice feel ever.

I remember when my cousin cut her hair, I was so unsatisfied and kept asking her why would she cut her hair.

But now, I felt what she felt. I was quiet mad when people ask me the same thing.

Like “ why would you cut your hair? saying o..”

And I was like, ya…and then went silent.

Didn’t have energy to explain. Beside I don’t have anything to explain.

It’s my hair. not yours. I can do whatever I want with my hair, so just shut up.

Of course I didn’t say that to them but I wished…haha

Anyway, since I got my hair cut, there’s always scenarios like this happened and I’m quite tired of it now.

Me and Jest (my collague who also has a long hair before, like me) just cut our hair. she’s first btw.

In the office, everysingle time we met our other colleague.

Colleague : oh, you have a short hair now. Everyone have a short hair.

And I was like, yeah??..

As far as I remember, it’s just me and Jest who have a short hair. out of 86 staffs here, it’s just only us two have a short hair. (well, didn’t count the guy) so, what's their mean by everyone?..

I am confused. So confused.

Okay..bye2..

Happy Tuesday.