My heart is like an underground castle.
people come and go.
some stayed for a period, i clean the room.
some stayed for a short while, i clean the dust.
some hurried off, i clean the mess.

Few had gotten deep inside, a place inaccessible to common allies.
to be thrown out is hurtful,
and takes time to adapt to outside world.
If i were to give u this castle now, u'll leave it in a cold.
prevention of false hope,
im keeping it myself.

Yesterday went to chongmeng's japanese class.
where people had folk out $300+ to learn her language.
the problem is,
i got in for free...
wtf....
after sch i was roaming around spore like how wildhogs roamed the streets.
waiting can be tough.
waiting for 2hours nearly killed me.
i shop around sun plaza wanting to buy things- anything.
but ended up carrying a bag same weight.
bought some chocolate in novena...er..dun ask dun ask.
For yst alone, i took train from aju to dover, then to jurong, then sambawang, next to cityhall, then novena (meet les), to douby xchange and then back home.
the trip was long enough for me to walk to japan.
Went home in the same condition as a 80 year old ahpek in SGH.

Im now in class.
having a module as boring as watching paint dry.
nobody seems to be listening...
wait...or is it just me?
haiz...
life's bored.
someone's stealing my castle.
but now, pool is my only happiness.