Lord Lich
Unfortunately, the days of terrorizing my under-lichen minions are way over, so much as I wish, there'll be no more prisoners, slaves and torture. We have to get on with life. Thankfully, however, there will still be ghosts, military trainers (now retired), sirens and a very stubborn daughter who refuses to marry a worm. Or the other way round. Ahwells. Life sucks. Get over it.

Wishlist
The History Boys DVD
Rent, the musical
Jingo - Terry Pratchett
Thief of Time - Terry Pratchett
Going Postal - Terry Pratchett
Neverwhere - Neil Gaiman
Grapes of Wrath - John Steinbeck
Tale of Two Cities
Les Miserables - Victor Hugo
New Phone
High-heeled boots
Grey slipover hoodie
POTO Tickets

For the loud people:


Merci
The darling Mel, who photoshopped the picture you see to the left. <3
Layout (which I ripped and dreadfully abused) by the lovely Mah'rie
01 March 2007
I. Need. Sleep. I've been gorging myself with sweets to keep myself awake through lessons, which kinda didn't work, since with all my other plans, there was one fatal flaw - I didn't HAVE any sweets, so after maths lecture, I was more than ready to sleep through tutorials, but since my wonderful classroom is like pathetically remniscent of a boiler room, I had to suffer through the ignominy of looking like a crack addict as I sneezed and yawned so hard I teared all the way through maths tutorial since I was like 1m away from the freaking teacher.

And Kohsy, being the wonderful empathetic and understanding teacher she is, kept us back for 30 minutes while still acting like it was her lesson time just so that she could ask her annoying barrage of questions: 'so can you recognize a circle from the equation? how about a superbola? A parabola? An elipse? What's the difference between them? Am I going to scratch my butt? Shall I dig my nose? Do I know? Do I care? Why don't I do a good deed and shut up so my students can do what they actually want to do, a.k.a sleep?'

-.- And at the end, it was at the stage where I actually volunteered answering her questions just so that she could shut up. Like, 'yes, yes, yes, yes, a minus sign, go ahead, go ahead, no, no, yes you should.' Respectively. (no pun intended)

Speaking of No Pun Intended, yesterday lickie and chris and I were saying that we should write a script, entitled 'no pun intended', having Perryyyy getting the ball rolling (no pun intended yes) with all her puns when analysing 'the fair singer' and that unknown poem. Starring the main character: Nopan. No pun. Geddit geddit. Yayy we so do rock. Then maybe get mao to join in, since he has most puns. (also for free ballball suaning)

We were playing taboo today. Taboo is a nice game. It, like, shows you what we really think about others. (warning: disturbing things ahead)

Word: flirt
Shihao: Auyong is a...?
Everyone: Gay!!!
Auyong: WHAT!!!

Word: bloke
Auyong: it's a british slang for a guy
me: fag!
Everyone: !!!!

Word: kick
Me: I'm going to what your ass!
Suet: Kick! Penetrate!
Everyone: !!!!!

Word: nag
Sarah: Parents like to...
Auyong: Have sex!
Everyone: !!!!!

Like, zomg fun. Then after the abovementioned maths, incog arrived at our class to practice, and Sam, Sharon, auyong and I spent the rest of the time staring lustily dreamily at them while they sang. Ahhh. Incog is such love.

blogged @ 4:10 PM