Monday, December 29, 2008
17:22
ROSALIND.
It is not the fashion to see the lady the epilogue; but
it is no more unhandsome than to see the lord the prologue.
If it be true that good wine needs no bush, 'tis true that a good
play needs no epilogue. Yet to good wine they do use good bushes;
and good plays prove the better by the help of good epilogues.
What a case am I in, then, that am neither a good epilogue nor
cannot insinuate with you in the behalf of a good play! I am not
furnished like a beggar; therefore to beg will not become me: my
way is to conjure you; and I'll begin with the women. I charge
you, O women, for the love you bear to men, to like as much of
this play as please you: and I charge you, O men, for the love
you bear to women;--as I perceive by your simpering, none of you
hates them,--that between you and the women the play may please.
If I were a woman, I would kiss as many of you as had beards that
pleased me, complexions that liked me, and breaths that I defied
not; and, I am sure, as many as have good beards, or good faces,
or sweet breaths, will, for my kind offer, when I make curtsy,
bid me farewell.
[Exeunt.]-Shakespeare, As You Like It, Act 5, Epilogue
! let it all go;
ABOUT ME.{
alittlestory
Now what I am going to do is type a short little paragraph of words to sum up my
thirteen
years of life since
17|11|1995 I am not very fond of letting you know things that aren't really. Like telling you my favourite
drink. And little tits and tats of my lifethat really, you don't need to know unless you are some kind of long lost relative that just came
back from a 200-year hiatus in Timbaktu. Therefore here goes the little summary. Did I mention that I suck at summary writing? This blob
of words here is longer than the summary itself. Let me tell a little story before something else happens.
There was a hero called Marqie, a formal
female/
male convict of
ATS*, but
was transferred to
sota*, school of the arts Singapore, cell number R5'07, G5'07 due to
unexpected talent in visual arts. So here's how Marqie landed in prison. Marqie was captured by the Japanese kempetei for being the heroic leader of a anti-Japanese rebellion party with beer, sausagecocktails and chicken wings, and was kept as a POW since then. Though many attempts were made to escape, Marqie failed time and time again due to unforseen circumstances. Marqie, over the years has grown wrinkly and smelly. Now Marqie is accustomed to the current jail life and calls it 'heaven'. Marqie has thus given up his dreams after being closed in a cell with 2cm of light shining in during daytime and being as free as a bird in a cage. Somehow Marqie gets acess to the internet
or so they call this amazing thing that connects you to the world. Posts that depict how one go about their daily normal life and every
single detail that i don't really want to know aggravates my killing instincts and brings bloodshed and tears to all. Marqie is reachable
through his very secret WW2 dog tag which is universal.gao-sai@hotmail.com Marqie is telling you his very secret code only because he
trusts you.
And now for my profile which, after 102 drafts, summed up to be only one sentence:
My name is Marqie.
mypaperflutters
ღ jodi.picoult
ღ stephenie.meyers
ღ stephen.king
ღ ellen.wittlinger
ღ peter.carey
ღ audrey.niffeneger
ღ malorie.blackman
greedandselfishness
.someone to be reading this
..Marqie to be saved from the evil place called S-I-N-G-A-P-O-R-E
...the world to take a turn for the better
....to be under the theatre faculty
LINKS.{
