Take it or leave it.

I guess in a lot of ways, it's hard to like me. And I am not sorry.

I say I hate Adam Lambert and it would offend my gay friends. I don't hate him because he's gay. It's 'cos he feels like he has to be a fucking twat of an attention whore just because of his sexuality preferences. My sentiments for it would remain unwavered even if he is straight.

I say I absolutely can't stand Rihanna and it would stir a raging commotion among my Rihanna-loving friends. She wears furs and has a very nasally voice that goes Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh! on fucking repeat, dude! Like, duuuuuuuuude. What the freaking fuck is that doing in your playlist?

Maybe it's my bluntness in saying what I think. I don't think it's rude, a tad bit annoying, maybe, but not rude.

If I do manage to cook up a lie and get all my friends together and have a big festive feast on this lie, it just would be a pity because they won't know the real me. I believe the right people would like me for me.

I don't drink, I don't eat pork, I have a freaking curfew even when I am way past being a high school student, but yet I'm surrounded by people of the opposites. I am amazed they are still interested in little ol' me.