SELAMAT Datang!

I have another complaint regarding my trip to the most exciting, most happening place, JB.

Our intention to be there was to fill petrol, get some cigs and just get the hell outta there. But it isn't as bad as it sounds. It's WORST, as worst as it can be.

The hot topic in town now(besides the M'sian election, which i can't understand why and am totally ignorant about) is regarding the escapee of one of the JI leader, Mas Selamat Kastari.(First glance, i thought it was Kasturi. Bloody faggot.) It's amazing how i can remember the name. Well, the posters are everywhere. And these poor souls*NS men,SPF & all* have to suffer and wait under the pouring rain just to get a hold of him. Anyways.

Security is therefore tightened at the Causeway Customs and thorough checks were made, including getting thumb prints from everyone. B and me got there at around 10, thinking the worst case scenario would be reaching JB in an hour's time since the damn queue was freakin long. So we started talking. And laughing. And got quiet. And got disgusted.(somebody just freakin gagged, can you believe it??)And talked again.

Couldn't believe it that it was 0100 when we finally were under the safe shelters of the Singapore Customs. My goodness, 3 hours of choking my lungs with poisonous fumes. That's like smoking 1 packet of cigs in 3 hours. Damn you Mas for killing me early.

By the time both of us reach home, it was 0200 and damn were we shagged out!

O ya. I wanted to give him back his passport but he utterly refused to take it back. "I won't be needing it anytime soon".

Damn you Mas Selamat.