In Continuum.

Fuck-abulous

Parental Advisory.Explicit Content.

This week was just fuck-abulous.I remember looking at myself in the mirror just before booking in and thinking to myself,"This is going to be a great week!" Allow me now,to tell you why i had that thought in mind,all the way from home to my mother's car,then to the gates of the camp and finally,into my blankets that night.

First of all,we get to book out on Wednesday afternoon,which also means that we only had to work for two days.Plus,with nothing to burden us whatsoever,all we had in mind was...well,nothing at all.The image: The morning sun streaming in through the windows,bundles of blankets on the white bedsheets,lazy bodies amongst them,twisted and quiet,snoring quietly as the clock ticked towards lunchtime.The shuffling of slippers pass the door once in a while,but that's about the only disturbance you are ever going to get.Yeah,that is the image that we probably had in mind for the week,but it turned out to be drastically different.

For the readers out there not familiar with the inner-workings of army,i recommend you not try to understand it at all.The truth is,for people like myself,we find it difficult to comprehend it too,and it doesnt even have anything to do with your intelligence,which wouldve been a whole lot easier.The problem with the issues in camp is not the complexities of it,but rather how simple they are.They are so simple,that all they want is to complicate things.It's like using ten steps to find the answer of a mathematical equation when all you need is three.To them,ten steps just looks better than three,and it makes them feel better about everything.

So that's that,in a nutshell.We had to shift bunks from the second floor to the third.So now,the whole company is squeezed onto the same floor,sharing the same bloody toilet,with each platoon taking up merely two rooms instead of the usual three.The issue then arises,because Platoon Seven is the filthiest bunch of human beings i have ever met.In terms of cleanliness,if you have to compare them in an analogy to animals,then they are probably worst sort of pigs,the kind you wouldve even want to slaughter and put on a dinner table because they were so filthy in life.Because really,ever watched the afternoon reality show "How Clean is Your House" ?Two British ladies go around American homes to clean out their utter mess with shock and disbelief written all over their faces.It's not like i enjoy the show at all,especially for the fact that i usually watch it while having dinner in the cookhouse(It's not like we have much of a choice to watch women scrub away age-old dirts with their fingers while eating,since nobody cares much about the channel switching).Yeah,that was my face,along with the rest of the platoon,when we stepped into the bunks and then had to do area cleaning for them.

That lasted for the whole of Monday and Tuesday,and i must say that i am utterly worn out by it.I am tired,and i am shagged.I dont even have the strength right now to tell you just how pissed and frustrated this morning when i tried to clean the fucking toilet ALONE BY MYSELF.I remember uncoiling the hose and then trying to spray the toilet with it.The hose kept tangling up somewhere,and the water pressure kept rising and dropping.The hose was wet and slippery,and most of all it was heavy.And it was so difficult to untangle it i remember cursing so loud it echoed across the company line.Very nice of some fuckers to walk pass me while i knelt on the floor and tried my best to untangle the mess.They had the cheeks to ask,"Cleaning the toilet?" I wanted to retort,"No.Shoving this up your fucking ass".But oh well,i was too pissed,and too tired to say anything more than a "Yes".But really,you couldve just offered to untangle everything.That wouldve been nice,really.Especially after leaving just myself and Geng to clean the whole fucking room,sweeping out all the dust behind the cupboards and the beds and then pushing everything back into place.

Yes ladies,i am a household man.As you can see,i do what ordinary men WON'T do.Clean up the mess in your room,clean the toilet,and if you want it,even take care of the baby and then fucking do the dishes!I felt like a fucking slave,or a maid then,and i dont even know why i am cursing so much in this entry.Even the title of this entry was changed to what you are looking at right now.I'm not typically the kind of person who would hold a grudge against people.But i am still rather ticked off by the way people sat in the air-conditioned restroom,or cuddled with their pillows in the bunks,while i toiled away in the blistering hot toilet alone,with a fucked up hose and rows of fucked up toilet seats.I was hot and i was sweaty,and the worst part was i didnt even mean it the sexy way.

After clearing up the laundry room alone because nobody wanted to claim the items(I kept asking around for people to clear their stuff,but everybody ignored me),somebody came up to me and blamed ME for fucking throwing his laundry away.Oh,so it is now my fucking fault that while I was clearing up the area ALONE,while i was sweeping the fucking room ALONE,while i ran the hose through the narrow walkways in the toilet ALONE,you were somewhere between reality and dreamland?So it is my fucking fault?Oh,i am SO SORRY,that while i was asking people to clear their stuff,you were too busy slacking on your bed watching videos on your iPod,and after i cleared your stuff and dumped them into the trashbag,you had to shout at me for clearing them off.

Oh yes,and i had to dig through those old and dirty underwear for YOUR FUCKING CLOTHES,and what the fuck did you tell me?You didnt say a thing,you didnt thank me.You didnt utter a word that was even remotely close to thanking me.You grumbled,and then you kept silent and returned to your videos.Very good,very nice.Motherfucking schmucks.