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Thursday, February 28, 2008

I am suffering from homesickness.

I am damn sick of home, i needa get out.

I came across this schoolmate's blog again, that i mentioned b4 in my posts, and it just doesnt fail to crank me up with his witty posts and ever random remarks. IF IF IF IF IF IF IF IF IF IF IF IF IF IF IF IF IF IF IF IF, you ever thought mine was funny, his is erm.... funnier.

Okay la, my blog posts nowadays are seriously lacking in content and humourism. You cant possibly help it when u stare into the com typing millions of words and numbers into various work files, and you dont feel sian at all when here you are typing more for your blog.

The recent/yesterday escape from the detention centre, the guy named mas selemat hari raya bin custard, okay i was joking. Its Mas selemat kastari, or is there a bin in between i dunno. What i know is in between people put money instead of a bin.

That guy really sounds like hes escaped and gonna bomb away all my arcades. And he took off so easily? I mean what the hell, he is a lamer, a person who limps. How long does it take for him to limp away from ISA. How did he manage to jump over the fences like what Alice did in resident evil apocalypse when nemesis was chasing her with a rocket launcher? He probably didnt jump, but he should have found a hole big enuff under the fence being dug by treasure hunters.

I highly suspect the work of internal affairs. But again, who are we to blame in this incident?

Stationing guards on the roads are probably useless cos he knows once hes alerted to have escaped, he wldnt be walking in orchard road trying to figure out how to cross from paragon to taka using the confusing traffic lights. He wld probably be hiding in some forest, trying to harvest some pong pong and eating them as his source of food, while thinking to himself how smart he is. AND THATS WHEN, our brave soldiers from the field camp comes in. I dont see that.

OR he might be trying to go back to bintan, where he was last captured before he was deported to singapore, to enjoy abit of the beach sunlight that poor leong boon liang didnt get to. I dont know, i just find the whole episode ridiculous. We need to question our security.


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