and the reason that i do not fall into this street is love
about ...
her name is mel. that's all that people find certain of about her: her name. and even then her name changes with her mood, she's got two of them, and a few others you don't know of.

links ...
my writing
random photos

PEOPLE I LIKE

carol
gayle
nigel
dawn
juliet
prudence
angela
elsa
iz
kai rui
alysia
daryl
sherman
jeremy
terence
vanessa
henry
shawn
michelle
hamizah
julius
jason


alvin pang
alfian sa'at
popagandhi
chubbyhubby
esurientes
tagboard ...

hit counter

contact ...
electric post
say it now

archives ...

credits ...
design:francey design
blogger


... Thursday, September 23, 2004

run down on mel's life.

mel goes to school. mel stays in library most days till nine to study for blasted promos. mel gets high easily, her old habit of flicking people and calling their names for no apparent reason has resurfaced.

actually i think we're all going crazy. here's a brief idea of what happened yesterday.

shi wei: mel mel come here come, time to talk about [insert someone's name]
mel: whattttt. i need to go studyyyy..
shi wei: no no come here first. just a little while
mel: terence chew. must study now. NOW. library.
-gossip ensues-

finally we leave to study. when it hits eight [i normally stay till nine, really. it was all their fault for depriving me of one more hour of math], i am reluctantly forced to go for another gossip session with terence, vinish, gordon, henry and shi wei or face walking out of school alone. yes, the guys in my class are the biggest gossips alive. every rumour is fabricated by them. they're worse than girls. but instead, i find them dancing on the canteen table tops [save vin] to the music of henry's discman blasted out loud [PERFECT MAN BY SHINHWA. im so bloody sick of that song, and i don't even understand it]. there are certain tables in the canteen which people should avoid eating at because of this incident - but, we can't tell others about it - the admin will go mad. so, too bad, you can eat at the tables with imprints of arts guys shoes on it [even if you wipe the tables, the gross idea of these four sweaty guys dancing on the tables will remain]. forever and forever, amen.

now now, i do like my classmates, i just don't want to eat at tables they've stamped on to the beat of korean pop..

oh well. i've decided i'm going to push myself real hard these last few weeks. or days, too few weeks to say weeks, gotta say days. after that chat with haresh in the library, i really want that lit s paper so damn badly.

i won't be here for a while.

God bless my grades.



+ posted by M @ 10:03 PM

Comments: Post a Comment