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.
Wishlist
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
And before i get scolded for being late, it IS Christmas here in Van, and henceforth I'm only writing this today instead of yesterday cause I hate calculating time differences and so not because I forgot to yesterday. Hee.
I need to get presents. Am extremely amused, cause Mel is extremely disturbed at the idea of what I can get her, which is a cross between Christmas and Chinese New Year. Ahahahaha. Smirks.
Singapore has a bookstore called Borders; Van has one called Chapters. I insist on checking it out, no matter what.
And I may be returning to Singapore late, so should anyone ask, don't tell the RJC people I'm gallivanting someone in Singapore and ponning school. I'll still be in Shanghai waiting for the stupid plane. And preferably shopping for CDs.
Speaking of CDs, the CDs here in Van are extremely ex. Miffed look.
Oh, btw Mel, I bought The Sandman, Book of Dreams by Gaiman. Though not technically by. It's a bundle of fanfiction written by some authors and editted by the gay man. Aha aha.
The bookstore I went to didn't have The Hogfather. Annoyed look. Nor did it have Smokes and Mirrors. Though S&M (Oh I love this shortcut) costs damned ex. Is it any different in Singapore.
I have cheerfully introduced Good Omens to Christabel back when I was in shanghai. Oi have you read it yet.
Speaking of christmas, the decors on some houses are so pretty. Mom says it's not as loaded as those in Singapore Orchard Road, but wth. I mean, those in Sing are done courtesy of the Men-in-White who do it more as a crowd pleaser than for the spirit of christmas. It's not even heart-warming.
I WANT A REINDEER. And my personal Santa Claus. Grins.
