i was in a mood for good design the previous week. so with some spare bedsheets, plastic wrap and plenty of time on hand, i decided to add some good taste in my otherwise drab military-inspired bunk. and by military inspired i'm not talking about the visuals but rather the olfactory.

my living quarters actually consists of six boring beds which serve their original purpose, six boring lockers which serve their original purpose and five boring people who also serve their original purpose. why five? cos those are my colleagues. after staying for 10 months with a group of soccer-loving straight guys, i have learnt one lesson about bad taste. them straight people think that wallpaper means sticking up posters from FHM and Maxim. so every morning they wake up and stare at a pair of boobies on the wall. omg. i just said boobies. ugh. i feel nauseous. to the people like us, wallpaper could either mean stripes that you paste on a hard surface or the magazine. ugh.

similarly, we have this wooden box that we use as a table. the previous gay guy (my colleague) wrapped it up with a green blanket and plastic wrap. it was drab and boring. i mean, just look at this and call the police:



thank goodness God made me gay cos i spent the entire afternoon scotch taping so much plastic. and lemme just say that the scots are good at making scotchs, but when it comes to tape, they seriously had better reconsider. look at the result!!!!






i feel like so wallpaper.

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