Monologue to My Buddies

I have this group of friends.
They were all so cool.
Always happy, cheerful, and always knew what to do to put you in your place or to cheer you up.

Fey is like a the coolest 21 yr old we ever met, always knew wat was in;
PK is a food connoisseur, always knew where and wat to eat;
PT is like the most sensible person I’ve ever met, always knew wat to do and when to do;
N2s is like the slackest person alive, always slacking and constantly in flight mode;
Young is like super motivated, always trying to dish out quotes despite his proficiency or rather deficiencies in language;
DF is like the oldest 色 richest wisest in the group; always dropping us his pearls of wisdom. Pretty much akin to dropping pearls before swines though.


These are my good buddies. They were always themselves, never trying to be somebody they weren’t. PK’s 馊主义always work up a whirl of laughter, leaving us in stitches of pain, and Fey’s a blast to be with. PT and DF as well as n2s are the picture of a successful and desirable yuppie. Young’s the epitome of an ah beng who did well and changed for the better (when he’s not drinking and drunk/ high)

I truly thank God for the gift of getting to know them better. We got closer over the months and years, learning each day that we had something else in common with each other.

They all have a very special place in my heart, and always will.


This monologue is dedicated to my very good friends.





I love you all.
我爱你们哦。

Disclaimer
I not gay; only Young & PK are.