I'm sorry

I must admit that "I'm sorry" is not a popular vocabulary in my dictionary. Due to my stubborness or ketubalan it's so difficult to say "I'm sorry" even tough at times I knew that I was wrong but today, I said the dreadful phrase "I'm sorry" to somebody dear to me after a heated argument. Well actually, I wouldn't conclude it as a heated argument but let's just dramatize the whole situation given at that time I was on my first day of the month where Auntie Rose paid a visit (peeps, that's one of the beauty of being a lady because you can always blame it on your imbalanced hormones when that time of the month arrives). :-)

It all started with a phone call from a dear friend, he was informing me that my big boss wanted me to assist him for one dinner event. I remembered I was upset when he said that he knows that I don't work during weekend and it was my boss who asked me to work for that particular dinner not him. I terus jadi emo masa tu. What upset me more was, I was already planning to assist him because I knew he needed any extra help he could get. In fact I already rescheduled my Saturday night appointment so I can help him with the event.

Along the way, I don't know what happened, we ended yelling at each other. The next thing I know, he hung up the phone just like that. Imagine my temper at that time, off course berderau jugalah darahkan!

After my temper subsided, I made the three attempts to call him back because I just want to settle all this mess or whatever you may call it. My phone calls were ignored. Maybe he was still pissed, ok fine. Finally, when I managed to talk to him, I told him "I'm sorry" and I really meant it. At that time, I was already calm so I explained to him gently what was my intention (niat sebenar - nawaitu) in the first place. After that, he told his side of the story, now I know why he was pissed earlier. I should have listened instead of just hearing. Well, temper flares in any upcoming event, right?

What amazes me was even though it's so difficult for me to say the phrase "I'm sorry" because I feel that I didn't do anything wrong but I did it and you know what? I am relieved that I made the first move to say "I'm sorry". The reason was simple, I just don't want to fight and I don't want to let all these negative vibes get into me.

You know what? most importantly, I said I am sorry because he is a dear friend of mine. I treasure our friendship. If he is reading this (which I doubt so), I hope he knows how I value our friendship. Kalau orang lain jangan haraplah I would make the first step! I bet those who knows me very well must be suprised with this entry knowing that I can be quiet self-centered.

At the end of the day, it doesn't matter who is right or who is wrong. To me what matter most is, who take the first step to make things better, right peeps?

Imitation is the best form of flattery

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I love perfumes and I collect perfumes. I think those who are close to me know this. My love for perfume goes to the extent that I have specific perfumes for certain occasions. For instance, during office hours I use perfume that is light and pleasant but for special occasions I use strong and intense perfume. If I go for outdoor activities I go for something fresh. Then I have perfume that I reserve for that special dinner. But I have a problem here. Whenever, I found out somebody is using the same perfume as mine, I change to another perfume. I don't want to use the same perfume anymore. Then again, off course along the line my perfume selection clashes with others right? It can't be helped. Ok fine.

So, recently (not quite recent) some friends of mine commented that they like my perfume. Off course I'm flattered. The next thing I know, they bought the same perfume. Ok fine, I said to myself. I can get a new perfume. This time around I chose something that is totally different. Something that I've wanted for so long. I bought it. I used it on special occasions. I really like this particular perfume. Even my family told me that this is me. I love this perfumes and I know nobody close to me use this particular perfume. I'm contented. I found my perfume. I found my scent.

I thought it's gonna be fairy tale ending for me (yes, by now you can call me perfume fanatic, it's fine by me :-)). For all I know, I found out that someone that I know just bought the same perfume. What a coincidence. Just when I was about to claimed this as MY PERFUME somebody else is using it too! I freak out! How could that be? It's been two days and I can't stop thinking about it. I talked about it to my hubby, my bff and my sister. I was heartbroken (nah, correction I am still heartbroken). How could this happen to me? I know, I'm being overly dramatic here but I can't help it. Oh! maybe you won't understand, it's okay. I just need to blog about this in hoping that it will cool me down. Crazy isn't it?

My bff told me that this time around when I found another perfume that I like, make sure I don't tell a single soul what I'm wearing. Keep them guessing. My sole consolation was, when my sister jokingly told me "Imitation is the best form of flattery". I'll take that as a compliment :-)

Now, I just have to find another new perfume. Wish me luck!