Life has been such a has-been, if you know what I mean.

My class was singled out during a Lit lecture and were told to stand (in full view of 100 other students!!)..and the lecturer was like, "0646A, you people, the whole class, have the distinction of... not handing in your poem assignment thingamajig." Ok. So i'm not exactly quoting, but thats basically what the bitch said. Can things get any more embarrassing?? Haha. But as usual, my class is like so why bother. We're infamous, I tell you. From losing our house 30 points to not handing in work as a class. Ah well.

Was supposed to go to some rock gig coz my friends were performing but plans got kinda ruined at the last minute. Sigh. Doesn't really matter, I thought. I just took a train to the opposite corner of Sg and told Dian to meet me. She said sure. Then when I was one station away from Tampines, she said she gtg coz some relative just passed away. Ok. Fine. I understand. But I still continued to Tamp. Got there, feeling all shit depressed at my lack of friends and all. I seriously felt like sitting down and sobbing, I tell you! I was that screwed.

Then by some stroke of luck, I met *someone* there! He's grown so cute! Haha. He recognised me for some psychedelic reason, and we started talking. He went "Are you crying? What are you crying about?Tell me everything"in Malay. Then...i don't know. It was just so ______(icantfindasuitableword) to hear that. That invitation of a shoulder to bawl my eyes out on. My reply of "Nothing" was so choked up that I really started crying right then and there, in the middle of the outdoor McDonalds with people streaming everywhere. Then he did something a real pal would. He gave me hug! And it was a hug that lasted a majorly long time. I was just so woozy that I didn't give half a flying fox, not with my head buried in a seriously cool Tribal hoodie all warm and cushy. But I knew I had to let go. DUH. So I let go, albeit slowly. Then I looked up, and guess who was among the throng of wandering people? You wouldn't believe it.

Wallace.

Oui, the one and only Wallace. Even with my tears blurring my already-bad night vision, I knew it was him. Heck, I've been staring at his photo for the past 3 months. And he was wearing the same black tee.
He looked both of us and kinda cocked his head a lil, as though he recognised me thru the tears. We looked at each other for like maybe 3 seconds(it seemed forever) then he put on this half-angry, half-confused look and walked away. But truth be told, Wallace always looks angry so in fact he might not have had a reaction at all, if you get what I mean. I left like ten minutes after that. Reaching home a little past curfew. The parental units didnt say anything. Thank heavens.

-I did warn you that my life is a soap opera. Interested producers may send me an email.-