The Monkey Says: Before I Deviate

Here I am, sipping on my Cola.

A couple of moments ago, the tip of my fingers brushed against the keyboard, occasionally accidentally pressing one or two pads. The backspace is my best friend.
Before I deviate like how I always do, let me tell you a story I am going to make up as I type.

There once lived a Monkey. She was often seen as the noisy one among her friends, the extrovert. The irony of that is that she doesn't speak at all at home. Nada, not a single mumble.
On one fine Wednesday, she was forced to stay home. So the Monkey died.
She will die if she doesn't speak and she doesn't speak at home so she died.

The end!


Talk about not deviating.
Sien la the story. So I ended it early for your viewing pleasure ;p

What I really really wanted to post about is. Is. Is. There's a shop or magazine called IsIs right! Okay. Is. How I'm longing to go for a movie in a drive cinema. Or whatever you call those things.
The cinemas where you sit in your car, as you munch on that quarter pounder and fries and sip your drink all at once and also stare at your date in his eyes and smile with all the food sticking out of your mouth.
Yeeeeeeeap, that one.
But.

Here I am, sipping on my Cola.