3 more weeks to POP and we are so happy

Okay, its coming to an end.
Let's face it, I think I'll be quite upset leaving my friends.
The end is drawing near, but its not the end of the journey.
The friendship will stay (for some of us).

The first batch to be graduating on the Marina Bay's Floating Platform.
Honestly, I felt quite happy at first.
But at this moment, I don't seem to find it superbly wonderful.
Nevertheless, I hope I will be able to graduate successfully.

I think girls who are pretty ought to be admired.
But when they start turning bitchy and slutty.
They ought to be admired once, and then shot.

Superficial friends shouldn't exist in this world.
They should all just vanish from this surface.
I have many.

I can smell the blue uniform and air from the Home Team.
Please come to me soon.
But before that, please let me fly off to Melbourne.

My knee injury is getting bad.
The pain is increasing every single day.
When you give a soldier a status for his injury/sickness.
Allow him to rest, not carry heavy load when he is excused from that.

I feel fatter than before.
That's because I've been eating a lot (we get hungry all the time).
But I've not been exercising AT ALL.
Of course, other than carry heavy shit things.

Nevermind, suck it up.
The end is near.
3 more weeks to POP
amd we are so happy ah!