In Continuum.

Rampage

You guys might not have guessed it,but i used to be an avid fan of Japanese animation.I used to get home everyday,and station myself before the television and tune in to Rurouni Kenshin on AXN at 6.30pm everyday.I loved that anime,and bought the whole series of it on comics(All 28 books).It was such a craze for me,so much so that my father actually made me a wooden sword from this old curtain that the family wanted to throw away.He sharpened the tip of it with a knife,then my sister made the handle and there i was,swinging the samurai around like i was some warrior in the Meiji era,fighting off a dozen thugs on the streets of ancient Kyoto.

Of course,that was back when i still smelled like KLIM.Thinking back,im kinda ashamed to be even telling people such things,but i guess at least i had an interesting childhood.Fighting off invisible enemies with a wooden sword previously made from a part of an IKEA curtain.Beat that.

The main villain that i loved in the comics was this guy called ShiShiO.Im not too sure how to spell his name,or where to insert the spaces and stuff.Basically it goes like the above,and he was this swordsman hired by the government as an assassin.But he was too powerful for them to control,and was planned at one point to be assassinated.He was supposedly stabbed,then burnt with fire afterwards.But he survived it,and later turned into a man wrapped in bandages throughout the story.He hated the government,and saw all the weaklings as food for the stronger population of the society.A famous quote by him,tells of how the weaklings were like meat,and the strong shall feast on them,and that being the natural law.

I think that happens in real-life as well.Of course,not literally but figuratively it does.It happens everywhere around us,when you are chasing a leaving bus at a terminal and it is either you or the old woman with two arm-full of NTUC bags.Or when you are queueing up for the Great Singapore Sale and you are first in line,while the slower shoppers are at the very back.It happens everyday and everywhere,and i guess we just have to accept that yes,the stronger prevails and the weaker population,either try to climb as close as possible to the top or be devoured.Perhaps not by the strong but by themselves and the consequences of their failure.

That happens in camp as well,and clearly shown in the video i posted below.This is the story behind the rampage,of Mr. Low Wee Jin.

It is a little scary in camp,to think that your friends might turn on you once you are out of camp,doing something while some of them are left lurking around.You never know what they are going to do to your stuff,just sitting around for them to take at will.Of course,the majority of my platoon are extremely nice folks,but that doesnt mean that things go missing once left in the open for greedy hands.Im not speaking about expensive stuff,but most of the time it happens to little items,equipments for outfield and stuff like that.

So a member of my platoon decided to pull a trick again.Being in DB for two times in his bloody NS life apparently wasnt enough.The last time he went there was for the fact that he disobeyed orders to return to camp.The one before,he supposedly punched a sergeant and went into DB.That's probably just a story he blew up as big as the planet Jupiter.Because really,people in the DB has a serious ego problem.They want people to think that they are the toughest mofo in the world.A guy who stole something from his bunkmate or lost a part of a rifle,probably said he stabbed some officer with a bayonet while behind bars.That is the truth,and this particular member of the platoon i mentioned above is capable of such bullshit.

Anyway,so he tried to pull that trick again this week,and thus his things were left to the hungry vultures who lurked around.He never locks his cupboard,and that transformed his cupboard and shoe cabinet to NTUC FairPrice.Or rather,NTUC No-Price,because they were technically speaking,free.

I wont say who stole what,but im sure everybody took somebody from his cupboard."Better you than me",a motto common in military camps.Because that is the truth,nobody goes down the shithole with you when on the brink of it.Anyway,so his cupboard was emptied,and this very night we were looking for this letter he had when he went to NUH.We wanted to prove that he faked his leg surgery,how he refused to take medication for it and stuff.Though we never found it,but the video sure is funny as hell.How Mr. Low refused to be on camera(Though everybody recognised him straight away with that bowl-trimmed hair of his).He has this talent at opening locked drawers,and if he becomes a locksmith when he is out of NS i am going to hire him for any locked doors.Hell,i think he is capable of opening the armskote with a hanger too.

The Rampage