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
05 April 2007
I've just returned from my entry at Reightards, where I have ceremoniously introduced the Ball Choir and it's repetoire of songs, many thanks to its founding fathers and mothers, who, if I'm not wrong, are Geri, AJ and Zach.

But lest we all get tired from reading the same things in two different blogs, I shall now change track and shamelessly promote The Rock/Something Concert on the 13th April, and no one shall comment on my amazing memory. Cause it's the one where AIQING and ADLY (alliteration! How cool is that!) are performing in, and they're mind-blowingly pro, as all those who managed to wring a sneak preview out of bai on wed would know.

GO FOR THEIR CONCERT!

Without sidelining the choir concert of course, because suet is singing (oh may angels weep) and cat is -CENSORED for the sake of my life but be assured that it'll be incredibly interesting and you will wail if you missed it and oh bring a camera- and some songs, as far as my appalling memory can produce, are The Lion Sleeps Tonight and the Lullaby of Birdland and Magnum something, the last of which I only know because cat doodles the names on her notebook during tutorials because she is unguai and I see them because I am not unguai but just happened to be looking over her shoulder. And regarding the suspicious name of Lullaby of Birdland, it isn't dubious until you see suet and cat perform it, after which it wouldn't be dubious either, since it'll have transcended into the land of the Blatantly Horny.

And I wish motorcyclists in Singapore would stop shoving their possession of motorcycles in your face, even when you're practically 34m ABOVE them. Silencers should be declared the new 'in' thing, just so that we can get some peace and silence from all those wusses of motorcyclists who belive that farting sounds emitted from their motorcycles can make up for their erectile dysfunctions, or the female equivalent anyway.

And I have found my new One True Love, who is Craig Raine, whose poems are so much love I've run out of adjectives to describe them. But my Fford Fangirl (alliteration!) doth protests, so Craig shall be my Poetic One True Love, and Fford my Literary One True Love, and Pratchett my Sarcastic One True Love.

My life is sorted out.

Quote lickie: "I beam gently."

Disturbing, that.

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