Love me. Hate me.

You can love me. You can hate me. But you can't ever ignore me.

There are some people whom you just love, all the time, because they're just so kind and nice and tactful. Like G. I wish I was like that too. But unfortunately, I'm not.

Even my good friends want to throw things at me sometimes. For being so blunt and direct and irreverent. For not mincing my words when I tell them things about themselves. For being rude and callous and rough. For being an opiniated cynic. For being anti-social. For shooting my mouth off without thinking. For being sarcastic and self-deprecatory. For loving a good joke, sometimes at other people's expense. And for not even knowing I've done something wrong. And sometimes, for just being plain annoying and irritating.

But at other times, they love me too, for just being me, for strangly, they love me for the same reasons that they hate me for. Yes, even the annoying and irritating part.

At this point, I guess I should thank my friends for putting up with my nonsense. * kiss kiss hug hug*

But I guess, much as I want to be loved only. It's just me lah, to be provocative and shameless and offensive, yet blur, and for being an irreverent loud-mouth jack-a**. So, please love me. Don't hate me.

And don't ever ignore me! (Or not I'll box your ears!)