Jail cell story

As you have read in my entry, I was round­ed up by our blue boys a cou­ple days back because I was sus­pect­ed of being a hooli­gan dur­ing the New Year’s cel­e­bra­tion.

All I can say is, I am not guilty of what­ev­er the blue boys had round­ed me for being naughty at Gur­ney Dri­ve and Esplanade area.

Heck, I do not even have a spray can with me, more­over I hate those cheap and inex­pen­sive Chi­na made chem­i­cals.

I guess the blue boys has got noth­ing bet­ter to do. When the release of CSL’s video, they can go door to door to pick up the DVD from alleged house­wife. When Nurin or that poor lit­tle girl that gone miss­ing, they just wait and see. In fact, I think the pub­lic is doing much more than the blue boys.

Does it have to do with the sta­tus of a per­son to launch an inves­ti­ga­tion? I remem­ber once on a sep­a­rate case, some Chi­na ladies and a Datuk’s son. The police have to bang on the doors of the Chi­na ladies mid­dle of the night, and the Datok’s son got an invi­ta­tion to come to the police sta­tion. What kin­da dou­ble stan­dard treat­ment is that ?

I can declare that I am the third gen­er­a­tion of a Malaysia born Chi­nese. I call Malaysia my home, and not Chi­na. Then again, I can’t declare myself as a bumipu­tra, because the gov­ern­ment do not let me do so. Why should I still call Malaysia my home?

Pol­i­tics aside, in the jail cell, or some might call it a lock­up, I think of that. The way the blue boys had ques­tioned me doesn’t seem like ques­tion­ing at all. They are try­ing to put words into my mouth, putting me at the crime scene even the evi­dence (or the lack of) points oth­er­wise.

I always thought that boys in uni­form are cute and sexy. How­ev­er when I see our own blue boys with that bel­ly, I could no longer imag­ine myself think­ing of them as sexy. I mean, they are in uni­form, uni­form should not come in extra large size. I guess that’s what the nasi lemak and teh tarik for 5 times a day would do to your body. Don’t for­get the roti canai as well.

I was released 24 hours lat­er. I thought the oth­er guy that was round­ed up togeth­er with me was kin­da cute. We were in the same lock­up room. You know, with all these drug addicts, mur­der­er, and etc, you just do not want to pick up the soap, if you know what I mean.

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One Response to Jail cell story

  1. ninja9220 April 3, 2008 at 6:47 pm #

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