Welcome...to Slackmont Camp

Experienced many stuffs, both good and bad, during months of service in this camp. Used to be confined in a 20m X 5m cell everyday, now I am transferred to a bigger room, one that is complete with sofas and magazines

Since superiors are often jealous that we, the auxiliary personnel, have nothing to do (not like they can find some work for us to do), they often make us do menial jobs. By now, I have swept the floor so many times that I lost count. Heck, I can even rival the Soon Kiat workers in their skill (those from RI might recall the green friendly roadcleaners). I think I am addicted to sweeping the floor. Sometimes, they would order me to mop the floor, which I would painstakingly mop when no officers are around, then bend my back to quickly wipe the floor dry with an old rag. At other times, we are ordered to pick up dead leaves in the carpark.

I am glad to see the old lady cleaner everyday. She recognises me as her NS counterpart and never fails to greet me every morning. Occasionally, she would offer me some mangoes picked from the floor. I was touched when she offered me to drink from her thermal flask filled with tea, seeing that I was exhausted shifting books from one place to another. I guess that only the both of us can truly understand our plights.

Had to clean an unused lady bunk a few days ago. Came across the dead rat which looked like it died for quite some time. Felt like paper when I had to sweep it to the dustpan. Its head looks ...hollow?..Urgh.

I do not

whine. I am doing national service........by keeping the country clean. Who knows, when I grow up, I can even tidy up my household when my spouse is too busy. Hehe.

Winglam: "so what are you now, teckbeng?"
Me: "I am an auxiliary personnel"
"Doing?"
"Auxiliary stuffs"
"..........."