Day 1

Oh shut up Bashir. Shut up already. Why can’t you stop chattering off about my successful and valiant attempt at escaping the Singaporeans...

Oh, hi there!

Today is a good day. Today is a safe day. Today is the day. Yes! You’re absolutely right! Today is the official day I start on this insignificant journal about my daily life and my never ceasing thoughts. Bashir has been pestering me to keep some records about myself. He says that I should write about myself because there’s nothing else I can do at this moment in time. I think he’s wrong, though. I think that I should not write about myself. I mean, what happens if our enemies finds out about this? What happens if I decide to put in that deal of effort and this book gets burned to ashes? It’s strange, really, all these incoherent and inherent thoughts. Okay, fine. I shall listen to Bashir for once and write properly.

Anyway, let’s get started, shall we?

You see, on the 27th February 2008, I managed to pull off a Houdini act at the “impregnable” and highly “secured” Whitley Detention Centre. It was simple, to be honest. Oh yeah, impregnable sort of reminds me of the British colony in Singapore around 50 years ago. Sometimes, a word gets stuck in your head for good and you seem to use it in every other sentence. Impregnable is that word; I’ve been using it ever since I graduated from…wait, I don’t think I should be revealing this just yet. Anyhow, the escape plan was hatched around four to five years ago. My mates and I discussed this for days and weeks and months but not years. We believed that we were endangered and felt the need for an escape plan. Come to think of it, we are still endangered. Thank Allah that our plan worked out.

Good gracious! Would you look at the time! It has been almost an hour. I think I should be returning to the Xbox. I definitely agree that the Xbox is the only good that came out of America.

Oh wait, Jessica Alba too!


Selamat Kastari