overpowering..

and yet again i find myself day dreaming at the bus stop..

today it was different...

i sat where i always sat waiting for the damn bus and i saw this guy who was running

but the thing is there was no bus

only a school bus which he thought was his bus

ok it was funny

but i didnt dare laugh out...

so as he walked pass i could smell his perfume or cologne.

or whatever it is.

well it was super strong and it wasnt as if it was nice or anything.

but i got reminded of my dad.

those days when my parents used to send me to school

and i would always be late coz my mum always took too long to get ready.

well i would be sitting in my room waiting for them to be done

once i can smell my dads perfume

then i would go down and put my shoes on

he uses like so much but i have no idea how they used to last damn long...

some weird looking bottle

i forgot the name of it

but it smelt nice

very musky ok well i hate musky

but it was like part of him

and you could just smell him from far...

he had this habit of only spraying once my mum is out of the room

coz she doesnt like the smell on her

so once she is done then he sprays

and i noe that we can finally leave the house.....