Yes I'm bossy, You've got a problem with that?

What is it about being bossy that people hate?

I'm bossy, but I am not apologetic about it.

Theoretically, if you're sitting in a friend's car and her windshield wipers are screeching, going left, going right, going left going right on a DRY surface, it is logical to yell "FOR GOD'S SAKE, can you stop the damn screeching windshield wiper already?!"

Or, do as I do. I just reach over and turn the damn thing off. Because:-

(i) it is ANNOYING AS HELL to have the wiper screeching on a dry surface.
(ii) repeat above.

Or if your friends get together and sit for hours on end deciding what to eat, where to go, what to do, it is logical to say " Hey, why don't the one who just got back from the US decide what to eat/where to go/what to do?"

Or do as I do. Say "bloody hell. Let's just go here. Do this. And eat there." Saves everybody's time doesn't it?

If friends complain that they never get to see me on my gym days because I am selfish and I allegedly DEMAND that everyone meets after gym, then too bad. I go to the gym because I like it. If you want to meet me, that's the time to meet me. I do not mind slotting myself in your schedule.So I don't see why you cannot do the same for me.

If friends come to me and seek advice, I tell them exactly what I think. I do not sugar coat my words because friends should be there to tell you the truth. If you cannot handle the truth, please go ask someone else. If you want me to listen to your problems, I can of course. I won't judge you if you decide to sleep with a married man, live like a slob, have no career, marry the wrong man, etc, but if you ask me for MY opinion, I'm going to give it to your straight.

Because if you do not like what I have to say, you should know better than to ask me.
Don't say " why do you have to say that? Why can't you just be supportive?"

Of course I am supportive. But it doesn't mean I agree to what you're doing. It is perfectly alright (in my books) to say "I think what you're doing is beyond stupid, but if you need anything, you know where to get me."

If someone hits your friend's car, it is perfectly alright to go up to the drunk driver and say "Look idiot, you're drunk. Pay me, and we will go our own separate ways." That is the only way she got compensated isn't it? If I were a fraction less bossy, she would have had to pay for the damages herself.

If a lawyer tries to cheat me on my loan documents, it's perfectly normal to write a letter to the bank as their customer to give them a heads up on this lousy lawyer. And it is perfectly alright to tell him "I'm sorry but I do not know why you're shouting like an uneducated man when you call yourself a lawyer" while he yells his lungs out at me over the phone. It got him to slash the bill by RM600 (which he tried to con me into paying him).

So friends laugh when they say I am bossy. They make fun of me. But I do not apologise for being the way I am.

Being bossy got me where I am. I didn't lie, cheat, betray people or sleep my way to where I am.

And I think there's nothing to be ashamed about that.

So I am bossy. Live with it. Or get out of the way.

emetaphobia

You know your guy is for keeps when, after this horror of a drinkthe birthday girl, who happens to be a really good friend of mine, throws up into a bucket, he

(i) Holds her hair;
(ii) strokes her back;
(iii) pays the waiter some cash as a "I am so sorry you've to clean that up" gesture,

....while I was sitting at the furthest possible seat available from the scene of the barfing.

In my defence, I am emetaphobic.

So to all and sundry, I will not hold your hair when you're barfing, I will not hold the barf bucket, I will not stroke your back, I will not cheer you on. I will not.

What I WILL be doing is, I will be hiding behind the big pillar waiting for you to finish. Then I will wait for you to clean up. Then I will ensure you are all thrown up(ed) before I return to anywhere near you. Then I will refuse to take you home in my car.

What? I'm a really good friend ok.

Really.

Just not when you're barfing.

Goodbyes are forever.

Death is inevitable.

We are never quite prepared for death. We get a phone call to say " She's in the hospital." and the next call says " She left us." And left us she did in August 2008.
I saw for the first time my uncle and cousins shed tears. And I stand there in remorse, wishing I had spent more time with her. I watched as my mother struggled to cope with her sudden death. And until today, she sheds tears as she reminisce the days we sat around her living room, taking in her infectious laughter, her great humour, her incredible intelligence and her breathtaking charisma.

In 2009,

I lost my cousin. Details as to the cause of the accident will remain unknown. Many have made callous remarks about the accident. But the fact remains that his wife and children will now have to learn to live without him. At the funeral, I am reminded that "A parent should never have to bury his child." But such is life. Death comes a knocking when we least expect it.

2010 greeted me with news that the ex's mum has cancer. This time around, it has spread to her bronchial areas. I feel a pang of guilt. She tells me he's devastated but she is coping well. I tell the BF, I will visit her as some regrets can never be made right. And if anything were to go wrong for her, I will never forgive myself for not taking time off to see her.

In 2010, I have made no resolutions. In truth, I never had.

After all they say, eat well, stay fit, die anyway.

And when I die, I hope my parents know I love them, my siblings know I will never trade them for the world, my friends understand I appreciate them and the BF remembers he is my soulmate.

I guess, that is my 2010 resolution.