Early in the morning, Everyone was speculating about what we would be doing at the YOG. In the end, we were told that we have the most exciting job of all, carrying the pole for the pole dancers.
Not as exciting as being the pole itself haha.
Told to fuck off from camp at noon, assemble at marina bay at 1.45, no transport provided.
Im only a NSF earning less than 500 a month and that's before mandatory expenses like hp bills, cc bills, insurance, transport, blablabla and now I still have to pay out of my own pocket to help out in YOG? Where the fuck is the sense in that? I am also trying to have a life too, movies, dinners, walk walk, books, car license; all these cost money too.
Its not the few dollars im bitter about, its the action of not supporting us.
But nevermind, I get to see the endearing sight of the merlion everyday.
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