Monkey Love
After working late for two nights in a row, I am ready to say thank you, please no more. I am so sick of looking at phone and their bloody specs that I can vomit GPRS-and-microSD-with-slim-and-sleek-finishing-that-matches-your-personality-with-this-blardy-phone-you-imagine-no-more. But then again, I also never felt so satisfied. Anyway, it's not about me this time...for once.
I kind told a friend that I will write about him. Let's call him Monkey for now. Now I knew Monkey boy for like...a good 5-6 years now (god how time flies). When I knew Monkey, he just broke off with this twinky bf of his. Of course he sorta got to know my friends eventually and before I knew it, he's like part of the fixture. I am just speeding things up, there was plenty of drama and shit that will put TVB to shame. But one thing never changes, he's still into careless twinks.
Anyway, Monkey has came a long way since his childish-I-am-so-cute ways...actually he still keeps some of it but anyway, the good thing is he has matured slighty, graduated (FINALLY!) and now living somewhere else.
Of course throughout the entire course of knowing him, we aren't exactly like you know...the bestest friend ever but it was okay. We entertained each another constantly online but I was so busy for the past 2 years, I confessed that I didn't really paid too much attention to that attention seeking whore.
One thing that still amazes me is that Monkey has his way with me, it's like he can get away with murder. The best part is he knows it too. I am not saying that he abuses it but its like I can't explain why and how it works. I kinda think that its something like how I hate dogs but I will never kill a puppy (he's not even cute like puppies) when I see one...so I don't think I am like crazy about him and would do anything for him but he knows the soft spot he has in me. So I guess this shit will continue as Monkey continues to act all cute and shit. Yeah, that includes all the shitty 'flirting' we do.
Hey, what can I do? I am a softie inside (and outside too some may say).
Well, Monkey you know I love you too.
I kind told a friend that I will write about him. Let's call him Monkey for now. Now I knew Monkey boy for like...a good 5-6 years now (god how time flies). When I knew Monkey, he just broke off with this twinky bf of his. Of course he sorta got to know my friends eventually and before I knew it, he's like part of the fixture. I am just speeding things up, there was plenty of drama and shit that will put TVB to shame. But one thing never changes, he's still into careless twinks.
Anyway, Monkey has came a long way since his childish-I-am-so-cute ways...actually he still keeps some of it but anyway, the good thing is he has matured slighty, graduated (FINALLY!) and now living somewhere else.
Of course throughout the entire course of knowing him, we aren't exactly like you know...the bestest friend ever but it was okay. We entertained each another constantly online but I was so busy for the past 2 years, I confessed that I didn't really paid too much attention to that attention seeking whore.
One thing that still amazes me is that Monkey has his way with me, it's like he can get away with murder. The best part is he knows it too. I am not saying that he abuses it but its like I can't explain why and how it works. I kinda think that its something like how I hate dogs but I will never kill a puppy (he's not even cute like puppies) when I see one...so I don't think I am like crazy about him and would do anything for him but he knows the soft spot he has in me. So I guess this shit will continue as Monkey continues to act all cute and shit. Yeah, that includes all the shitty 'flirting' we do.
Hey, what can I do? I am a softie inside (and outside too some may say).
Well, Monkey you know I love you too.
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Mike
don't worry matey! maybe you'll have your turn in 2094 while your body too busy decomposing itself! >.< little bitch!