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Lord Lich
Yours Truly is known as Lord Lich. You are allowed to call her 'my lord' or 'my evilness'. She is often found in Volcano numbers 1 and 2, torturing victims, or in number 4, planning more world conquests. Otherwise, she may be found in number 3, sleeping.

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The Thursday Next Series - Jasper Fford
Jingo - Pratchett
Hogfather - Pratchett
Going Postal - Pratchett
Tale of Two Cities
Night Watch - Pratchett
Thief of Time - Pratchett
Monstrous Regiment - Pratchett
Stardust - Neil Gaiman
~~GOOD OMENS - Pratchett and Gaiman~~
The Grapes of Wrath - John Steinbeck

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Wednesday, June 14, 2006

Lalala. I'm in a cheerful mood. Jean-Baptiste Meunier absolutely rocks my socks, by the way. I've uploaded new LJ icons, and Mary's sent me some of her photoshop ones.

The hotness. *spazzes* Why doesn't Singapore have such hot guys with such hot voices?

:/

Anyway, I'm online, waiting for someone from trib to come online so I can bug them. I've even rearranged my listings - from TRIBUNE to CCA - so the ppl would appear top on the msn box. UGH. WE NEED THE ISSUE OUT BY TODAY. Ms. Chia's gonna KILL us if we still don't have it.

Tried reading terry brooks today. Sad. I didn't manage to get past the first two chapters. HELLO. Which IDIOT, after meeting this random STRANGER on the road, gets almost TROTTLED by this random ass, invites said ass to his house? Especially after said strangers spills out that he KNOWS this idiot has a brother, radiating all the tendencies of a serial stalker. I mean, I might do that if I were a depressed, suicidal lemming, or if I really hated my family, or if I were just slightly bonkers in the head, but from his POV, he's none of the above.

Then, after arriving home, his father, another dumb blockhead, is unhappy that he brought people home, but says 'oh okay, you bring a tall, dark stranger into the house and you don't know his name. Oh, by the way, tall dark stranger whose name we don't know, you want dinner?' Isn't a saner topic of conversation, say, WHO ARE YOU AND WHY ARE YOU IN MY HOUSE AFTER ALMOST STRANGLING MY SON?!?!?

Then of course, they sit around the table making no small talk at all cause silence is comfortable and polite in a stranger-whom-you're-having-dinner-with's vicinity, especially since you still don't know the name of the stranger.

Then, after a long while, the wonderful brother of the first idiot whom the stranger knew through stalking, since terry brooks doesn't feel the need to tell us HOW the stranger knew, walks into the house. And is mesmerized by the stranger, since he has such strange eyes they make a legitimate reason for engaging in a staring match - 'a battle of wills' - between two people who've never met before, especially since one of them has just walked in to find the other in HIS house. Fate yes. (I think it's just the author wishing to find a way to demonstrate the brother [shea]'s strength of will whilst being too lazy to find a proper way.)

After which, the stranger finally deigns it upon himself to announce his name - Allanon - and nothing else at all, except that he's going to bed. In another house. WOW. And the rest are starstruck, since Terry Brooks believes that everyone knows about an allanon and will be as dazzled by the name as his characters apparently are.

Then, the next morning, they sit around a table and allanon goes into this looong looooong information dump about how shea's the sole survivor/heir of so and so, and the only one able to wield a sword to defeat someone. Cliched much? And brooks places it in such a boring conversation what makes me want to escape to my laws on defamation. I mean, those are boring shit, but at least they are vaguely interesting, if only because you need all your attention to wade through the jargon. But no, terry brooks has no better way to tell us about a long story as boring as the history of singapore than to make all three people sit down around a table and talk.

Like yeah. Let's imagine the scenario.

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Me: Walks home and whistles. (Oh, this is another weird part. This idiot's walked home dunno how many times before, suddenly feels that something is wrong and that someone's in the shadows, and decides, hell, I shall WHISTLE! Because, you know, even though it attracts robbers and murderers like nobody's business, I need my courage, cause it's more important than surviving the night.)

*Hence, instead of being cautious and looking around, I whistle loudly because it's apparently going to scare all the shadows away.*

Random shadow: Leaps out and pounces on lich.

Lich: *Defies all logic and doesn't scream. Instead, scrutinize the random-shadow-turned-random-stranger's face. Which is hidden so behind in a hood no one can see his eyes. Still defies all logic and doesn't scream.*

*random conversation ensues, in which lich asks for stranger's name and doesn't get an answer. And in which Lich loses all sense of self-preservation and doesn't run.*
Stranger: You have a brother.

Lich: (No shit, I already have a sister. You think I want a brother to top it off?) Um yeah I do. *Even though the stranger is stating a fact and sounding like a serial stalker. We have already established the fact that lich in this story has no sense of self-preservation NOR any brains so I suppose it's minimally credible.*

Lich: *Tries to ask how he came by this information.*

Stranger: *Strangles Lich.* My patience is waning fast.

*stranger stops strangling lich but pushes her into a bush. Here, we also have to say that Lich is a guy and therefore not scared of being raped.*

*black shadow flies over lich and lich gets very, very scared.*

Lich: What is that?

Stranger: creatures of the underworld. They're big, bad scary things.

Lich: Oh okay. Wanna come to my house?

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O.o One would think someone with so little skills at self-preservation would have been long dead and mugged on the streets by now. I mean, you grow wiser as you grow older. I shudder to think of that guy as a kid. Must have been utterly exasperating, bringing all tall, dark strangers who trottle them into the house.

GAH. I'm frustrated. If we don't get the issue out, I can't extend my WEP. @(*%&$*&^)(*&#$ And I don't really wanna get murdered. kaereuhudfhzkjdfilsdrnivsvarniv uaa viuya v ul aiu nla iul diur kbjraguirasguica e dfu arajklhgajh

I'm really starting to hate festivals.

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