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.