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looks so gay...
my new hair... courtesy of aunties who cut your hair for 2 bucks looks so les...

I POPed...

My 13 weeks of perpetual torture, humiliation and sai-kang have ended...

Now for the next phase... more torture...

More sleepless nights...

More pushups...

More everything...

but at least i can console myself with the fact that i'll be getting a new menu... and hopefully bunkmates who don't snore at 2 in the morning to the tune of 'Smells like teen spirit'

Got kinda cranky during my stay... think it was probably the food.... or maybe the lack thereof... it did something to our heads...

2 shirts were designed for my company..

In my opinion... think even the most fashionably impaired ah-beng would find the designs disgustingly distasteful...

One's a black polo tee with some yellow bad-excuse-for-modern-art-design at the right hand corner... has an uncannily striking resemblace of a Macdonalds cashier's attire.

The other is hideous beyond description...

One meets all kinds of people in the army...

Some come with bad attitudes and senseless aggression = the ah-beng wannabes...

Some come with blatantly fake foreign accents and dumb hand gestures = the Ang Moh wannabes...

Some deliberately lower the tone of their voices and try to present an aura of superiority (like Stalone in his movies)= the Officer wannabes...

Not everyone's so fake though... those who don't give a shit as to where their going tend to be more honest with you...