!JERK IT OUT ;

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

19:55

I am here to write after a super duper uber really, really long time. And this happens to be a complain-ad-let-it-all-out post. How amusingly predictable.

I dislocated my right ankle yet again. third time since last year, hurrah to the bruce-lee-in-training me. Anyhoo, I was on crutches. My armpits hurt. As usual the bus was PACKED. As in packed. So when i hobbled up the bus, everyone just seemed like they needed to pee desporately, staring at me as if their eyes were about to pop from controlling the pee. after five minutes or so, this frail weak OLD MAN noticed that I was an independent handicap and let his seat to me. HOW NICE.

When I got off the bus, two caucasians immediately took my bag and sheltered me home, a ten-minutes walk (it was raining). Did I mention that they were lawyers? Holy cow. A singaporean lawyer would have stuck his or her nose up hiiigh and might not have even noticed me.

This is why I seriously think that singaporeans are selfish. Majority.

Oh oh oh did I mention that this happens in school too? No matter how wonderful sota sounds, when someone faints, there will be some people who are bound to run over just to fight for oxygen. And to take a look at what is happening, so she can vividly describe the incident to her little group of friends.

! let it all go;

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.

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.~~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
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