Now I see the truth I got a doubt...
i'm actually beginning to write this at 10.17pm on fri. on my own com. so why the hell don't i just fucking get opn the internet and do all of this normally? becos i dun feel like it. today began at abt 11 hrs 40 min ago. yupz. i got up and changed and tried to get my bro up. u see, he'd just sold me $30 worth of borders vouchers and we were supposed to leave by eleven. of course, as per usual, he won't get up. so, after stealing his mickey (he's in sec 3, btw, next yr sec 4), surrendering my koala, dragging him by the arms or feet, i give up and hand to job over to my mom, and go to listen to my mp3 player and read. after a while, i start to hear weird noises through the music. i take the earpieces out and hear my dear brother's wails of agony. my mom had decided to give him his $10 facial. him being the recipient of the $10. u see, my bro, being a normal pubescant, is the proud owner of a face full of blackheads, pimples, clogged pores and god knows wad else. i am, of course, another normal pubescant, but the thing that makes me lacking in the aforementioned privilege is that i bother to clean my face regularly. my mom, of course, can't stand bad skin and whenever either of our faces slip into this state of disrepair, she lies us down, wipes our faces over with alcohol to disinfect, then begins the excruciating process of squeezing these little imperfections with her voodoo stick, a commonly found tool for your average vanity queen, a metal stick with a small metal loop on one end and some other torturous devide on the other, which she never uses, until its contents come exploding/oozing out. after that, she smears on a face mask, creatively dubbed 'monkey shit v.1/2/3/etc.', to close up the pores. she hasn't done this to me in weeks because not only do i wash my face, i tend to pick at these imperfections subconsciously when i'm doing something, like reading or surfing the net. so, my mom decides to cook instant mee instead of bringing us for a burger king lunch, and we settle down to watch 'the gods must be crazy 1', my bro and i, i mean. after a while, i decide that, although it is funny, it is also very lame and i'd much rather watch 'party in the park 2002' on channel i. i settle myself in front of the small tv in the master bedroom, and begin to eat my noodles, and proceed to enjoy the music. unfortunately, i arrive more than half an hour late and therefore miss westlife, blue and atmoic kittens. i don't mind missing the latter two, but i do mind missing westlife, thanks very much. hmm. i wonder if chrish knew that blue was playing... ah wellz. if she doesn't she'll probably pummel me the next time she sees me for not telling her in the first place. ah well. then it's over and my bro decides to start sulking and refusing to go. after many futile attempts to convince him to come, my mo and i are left to go to border's alone, and subsequently, once again, represent the east side of our family at a popiah party my seventh aunt is holding. u see, the whole of my dad's side of the family, besides second cousins and beyond and great aunts and uncles and my granddaddy, is in melbourne, australia. they've even got aussie accents, for chrissakes. therefore, obviously, we're closer to my mom's very large side of the family. so, we troop off to border's, and i am caught in a conflict. to buy 'super fresh' and neil humphrey's 'notes from an even smaller island' or to buy 'to the nines' by janet evanovich, which i have been waiting for for god knows how fucking long. however, attracted by the prospect of a 20% discount on all books with every purchase of a cd, i go with the former, consoling myself that i can wait until the hols to earn my own money and buy the book. whilst queuing up, i realize that before 'super fresh' and 'the celtic circle', i hadn't bought a non-pirated/genuine/full-priced music cd for a couple years at least. and i bought both these cds after finding about them from tv ads. so anyway, i troop off to my aunt's house with my mom in a taxi. once there, i eat three popiahs, all of gargantuan proportions and made by yours truly, then make some futile attempts to socialize and play with my completely adorable baby cousin, who has, once again, reduced a bunch of highly-paid, highly-educated professionals...well, at least one of the aforementioned requirements apply to most of them anyway...to gibbering babysitter who keep singing 'one little indian two little indian three little indian four...' and prodding her fingers. i mean, not only should the prodding hurt, which it doesn't appear to, after one little indian it should be two little indians, not indian, in-di-an-ssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss. get me? so i'm a grammatical freak. so sue me. but more than half of these people have received university education, for chrissakes. not to mention my cousin who is a teacher at some tuition centre after going through law school. she's not the first to deviate from the intended future career though. not the first cousin, i mean. my eldest cousin studied anatomy and now she's a dentist. go figure. me? i wanna go into anything involving a gun. not just an air rifle or an air pistol, but something that utilizes gunpowder. unfortunately, all career paths involving this requires a damned good stamina, which i do not possess at the moment, but intend to acquire by sec 4. so, i give up and settle down to read and listen to my mp3 player, which lasts me a couple hours i think, i hadn't looked at my watch since this morning, before eating another two popiahs and finishing off the egg and half the prawns. well, no one was eating anymore, anyhooz. then after fawning over my cousin for a while longer, me, my mom, and two aunts, my eighth and fourth, walk out. the fourth aunt takes a bus, while the rest of us take a cab, first dropping my mom and i at bishan mrt before taking off with my youngest aunt, and, i think, as yet, the only divorcee in the family as far as i know. i continue laughing inwardly at neil humphrey until we get home. then i chase my dad off the com and proceed to copy my new compilation onto my computer, while editing my mp3 player playlist. and now that that is over and done with, here i am writing this. and before i leave, i shall declare my ambition to bathe and progress in my fic before the night is out. ahem. I DECLARE MY AMBITION TO BATHE AND PROGRESS IN MY FIC BEFORE THE NIGHT IS OUT. ok, that done and over with, i shall leave. and if you're wondering at my tone, which seems more, sort of, formal and sarcastic than usual, thank the one and only neil humphrey. good. now i shall continue reading in the bath. don't worry. you'll hear much more sarcasm from me tomorrow (i'm reminding u that 'tomorrow' would be saturday, seeing that i'm writing this on friday). i shan't drown anytime soon. our fucking bathtub is too fucking small. if you're wondering, it is not only too fucking small to drown in, it is also too fucking small for a bubble fucking bath, fuck it. signing off at 11:15:29 pm.

rants and raves by the crimson demon @ 10/25/2003 01:55:00 pm

Somebody once asked could I spare some change for gas...
you know, my com's internet is seriously screwed. seriously seriouls screwed. now i not only haf to restart my com after my dad plays yuri's revenge, cos it'll be damn laggy, but also when he checks his mail, which basically SCREWS. UP. MY. INTERNET. which sux ass. that's why i took damn near an hour for this.

rants and raves by the crimson demon @ 10/24/2003 12:56:00 am

Snap back to reality...
yoz. i'm here to give you guys another wwe commentary. not as long as last time tho. this time was just another epi of afterburn. lolx. first up was a match between eddie guerrero and matt hardy. damn farnie. once again, eddie grabbed the title belt, shoved it into matt hardy's arms and pretended that he'd been hit. so, of course, matt hardy kena sai and eddie kept his title. lolx. i love that guy. and the front of his shirt says 'Cheat 2 Win'. lolxlolx. and then, him and his ulu ulu nephew were walking backstage, laughing their asses off, when the big show comes up, and goes round a whole parkful of bushes to say that he hates eddie guerrero. and then, after that, eddie sent this guy called jose to the men's locker room with a 'delivery' of burritos to eddie guerrero. the big show hijacks it and eats it. damned if he's not stupid. later in his match, he's counted out after he gets severe diarrhoea (sp??). lolx. he looked damned gay u noe. lolxlolxlolxlolx. so and then, in the toilet, you can actually hear him crapping (eeeeeeeuuyeeeeeeeeewww~) and it turns out that eddie'd removed all the toilet paper from the cubicles. lolxlolx. i realli wanna see wad the big show does to get back at eddie. lolxlolx. and then blah blah blah until when mince...er...vince macmahon is poncing about on stage with his little puppy doggy sable behind him. u see, there's gonna be an i quit match between father and daughter during no mercy. sad. i hope steph wins. highly unlikely, but she does have a whole fanclub of wrestlers behind her. for example, mince is giving her a second chance to quit before the match. and then he goes all fake emotional about when she was a kid and all that crap and how she's 'making' him have the match. my damn ass. and then sable, very stupidly, calls her a disrespectful little bitch. the bitch. the god damned fucking bitch. so steph's onto her, and mince grabs her by the hair and slams her. i mean what kind of father does that to his daughter? fucking son of a fucking bitch. GO TO FUCKING HELL. no wonder his family hates him. so, he picks her up by her hair again, but the undertaker is there, standing right behind him. damn nice. he punches mince and then, as would be obvious to any wwe fan, he choke slams that son of a bitch. brock lesnar comes to try to intercept, but the undertaker knocks him out of the ring. so, brock, mince and gayble ponce out of the ring while steph and the undertaker, who obviously is part of steph's aforementioned posse, stare at their retreating backs, all drama-y. but seriously. everyone thinks it's all an act. i admit it, that some of it is an act, but only to a certain extent. after that, it stops and the real stuff begins. steph was actually crying. well, not really, but she was tearing... anyhooz, i dun think this one was an act. she didn't expect it any more than any of us did. and u noe steph's ongoing feud with her father's mistresses? yah. now it's steph vs. sable, underneath everything else sorta. and it's the typical brunette vs. blonde thing. the blonde is the bombotic bitch with a great bod and no brains, relying completely on the guys she manages to seduce for power. and the brunette has not so great a body, but makes up for it with a personality and character, and of course, the fight-to-the-end spirit. lolx. so, signing off is the ranting demon. later daez.

rants and raves by the crimson demon @ 10/24/2003 12:54:00 am

And a song someone sings once upon a December...
so i skipped another day. i dun realli think u guys care right? i mean, u peepz hardly update at all. well, anyhooz, today was spent playing pepsi cola, tai di, making an absolutely hilarious mess of pokjer and pokvin's faces, not to mention dorea's and at the library. yah. very boring hor? pepsi cola is fun tho. lolx. two surefire ways of winning, if u prefer attack more than defence, is either have very good reflexes and very good moves or be very aware of your surroundings. who's out, who's not, who's turn it is, and of course, always give yourself a goal, as in who to kill next, beforehand. of course, there's the one i've used a couple of times, that's more defence, run until there's u and someone else left and then takedown. let the others do the work. of course, pple like claire, lumn, al, and other people who think it's unsportsmanlike will start yelling at you, so i stopped. then, there's the one i use most of the time. get in there and chong. dont care. kill or be killed. lolx. and guess wad i found in the library. lolxlolx. once, this year i think, we had an air rifle comp. oh yah. it is this year. it was slightly after sars. we had a cdans invitational shoot. and then berns borrowed the redemption of althalus, on my card again i think, and then before that she'd stuck the safra sars-free sticker on, declaring the book sars-free. then at this comp, she stuck the cdans one on. and then, in the library, today that is, i got to eddings, i browse the books by shelf u see, and i saw several copies of the redemption of althalus. i was wondering whether to borrow it again. usually, i like to stare at the cover while wondering. i looked at the cover. two lovely little stickers. that was it. i borrowed it.
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i realli should have ended there for the effect, but i like to hua she tian zhu, so i shall go on. except i can't remember what i was gonna say. besides the fact that after this, i'm gonna continue another fic. you noe something funny? i meant to submit this one to m.a.g.e. for their short story section. it requires max 200-300 words. i've barely started and i've got >600. sad hor? ah wellz. oh yah. i was gonna bitch about air rifle training during the holz. i mean, wtf? i've got work dammit. how the fucking hell else am i gonna get pple prezzies and all that shit? of course, i could always ask my dad if i can haf whatever practice days of instead of one of the weekend days. and i could always ask my tuition teacher to cut down to once a week instead of twice and shift it to a practice day. so i work five days a week, practice and tuition once a week and then i'll still have one day leftover. ok. set. that's wad i shall do. sad, hor? so, i shall go make myself an omelette, surf for a while, and then continue my fic. set.

rants and raves by the crimson demon @ 10/23/2003 04:12:00 pm

ano hi no watashi ga ima mo kokoro de ne mutte iru...
i'm severely bored. i slept for a few hours after no one came online. i juz came back half an hour ago. my brother's lecturing me about fake songs. frankly, i don't give a shit. i got tuition in over half an hour. sadness overwhelming. i need my medicine at 1.04 pm, 9.04 pm and 5.04 pm for two of them, and 1.04 pm and 1.04 am for the last one. i have to wake up early for both. sad, isn't it?

rants and raves by the crimson demon @ 10/21/2003 05:54:00 pm

yi sheng peng you ni hui dong...
sore throats suck ass. why the hell did you think i didn't update yeaterday? i went through the whole of yesterday sick and pms-y. well, technically it couldn't've been pms, since i was, and am, having my period, but nevermind. i had to drink so much water that i had to go to the toilet. i never have to go to the toilet. or rather hardly ever. but you get my point. so i came home and i was bitching around reading and eating most of the time. and worse still, yeaterday i forgot that i had tuition. so now it's today in roughly five hours and twenty four minutes. sucks, doesn't it? and this morning my dad brought me to the doctor's. and now i've got medicine. urk. i hate medidcine. i never have to take it. that would be because the last time i went to the doctor's because i was actually sick, instead of just my rashes, which i have had for like, forever, was in primary school. and i don't think it was even p6. i've got a good immune system. and now, i've been diagnosed with a flu that has been floating around everywhere and have mc for today and tmr. haf to go back to school on thursday tho. sad, ain't it? ah wellz. i spent most of the time this morning listening to my new mp3 player. well, maybe not quite new. i bought it seconghand fro pokvin. and thnx to bernice it cost me fifty bucks more than original. so she was supposed to get me earphones for my bdae. but now since i've got working ones, i'm gonna make her buy me something else. at least i'm getting her somehting good for her bdae in return. lolx. and i've been reading a lot too. although i've just given up on the two books i've just borrowed because i just dun like them. the first was given up on last night and the second was just given up on. just because they were a far cry from the norm. i noe i dun like overly-stereotypical stuff, but these were just so unexpected. i noe they're like that cos i like reading the last few paragraphs a while after i start before carrying on where i left off. sighz. now i've only got a book that i have to reread. lolx. i'm confusing you aren't i? wuteva. i sick. bear with me.

rants and raves by the crimson demon @ 10/21/2003 12:36:00 pm

zuan a zuan jiu zhen de yu jian Mr Right...
yoz. i woke up at twelve and then i went to meet karmen xt and berns in kfc and then me and berns went hunting for a prezzie for mingming. and then we took 23 to ming's house. and then we went to play c ball. and then, after crashing to the very grassy gorund several times tackling the ball, we went to the bbq pits, and then we went to the kiddy playground to play on the merry-go-round thingy to get chased off by a bitchy security guard b4 i had to follow ming up to collect my packs of cards. and then we came down to the function room for aircon and to play pepsi cola (why the hell's it named after a drink?), murderer and gin. then me and faye had to run around waiting to go upstairs to claim our bags before i hitched a ride with faye to tampines interchange. then i came home. yupz. that was basically what my day was, leaving out a few minor details that i do not wish to bring up. thank you. end of story.

rants and raves by the crimson demon @ 10/19/2003 11:07:00 pm

There's no rules or regulations...
yayz! wwe rox! yupz. juz finished watching. lolxlolx. anyhooz, the first thing was goldberg poncing around showing off his new world heavywight championship, and then stone cold's theme comes on and he pponces around the ring while the thing is playing before grabbing a mike and, to cut the long story short, celebrates steve austin style. he signals for four beers, tosses two onto the ring, one to goldberg and they drank to goldberg's victory. other than that, there's nothing m,uch very funny, except that christian has a new name, i.e. clb. creepy little bitch. lolx. and jim ross is going against couch next time on raw for broadcasting rights. gambatte! i mean, couch and the snowman (tt's wad he calls himself, btw) talk more about their opinions on the backstage politics and future matches than on the current match. lolx. and then there was another tag team match between trish stratus and lita & gail kim and molly holly. in the end it was a showdown between lita and gail kim. i like them both. u noe, in terms of looks, gail kim and lita combined will make a perfect lee aya. swap gail kim's outfit for lita's, put in highlights the same colour as lita's hair, make her taller, increase the cleavage and there you go. a real-life lee aya. lolx. i dunno wad they're like on the inside tho. the backstage politics revolve around the guys, not the gals. sad ain't it? loooooolx. and did you guys noe tt fattyming's bdae is actually on 26 oct and not tmr?

rants and raves by the crimson demon @ 10/18/2003 11:18:00 pm

When you stare at my face, you're messing with my brain...
there. as a compromise, i've compiled my stupid list of wad i've got so far. and it's not gonna be juz guys. they're juz my fave personas k? not that kind of fave. ah wellz. bloody fuck. i'm covered in mosquito bites. ah wellz. got tuition in twenty three minutes and one second. yep. i cheated. i posted first then published. but still. i got tuition. fuck it.

rants and raves by the crimson demon @ 10/18/2003 01:06:00 pm

It doesn't even matter how hard you try...
yoyoyoz. i've juz come back from watching the rock. like i said in my msn username. the rundown rox. the rock rox. he's damn cool sialz. and he's damn farnie tooz. lolx. anyone wanna noe wad a pinto is? lolxlolx. yayz! the rock rox. nopenopenope. screaming that the rock rox is not the same as when chris screams tt antony rox. that's cos i dun do crushes on real pple, esp celebs. i mean, if u haf crushes on real pple, there's hardly any chance for u to hook up with the guy becos that very miniscule chance is not gonna cut it. they'd probably not wanna cast a second glance in ur direction cos to them, you're juz another screaming fan who thinks she's in love. but with fictional characters, there's no chance and you know it. the guy isn't even real for chrissakes. well, fictional or no, there aren't any crushes here so you pple can stop asking. well, that just about makes me immune to julie and chris's would you rather game. lolxlolx. anyhooz, back to the rock, the rundown is damn funny. you guys should go watch. it juz opened yesterday. next fri i'm dragging somebody down to cathay cineplex to watch the rundown. eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek~!! i always was a fan of the rock... lolx. even when he was a wrestler. when i'dn't started my official wwe fandom yet, he was the only wrestler i didn't mind. lolx. the rundown rox. mainly cos it's pure hardcore action comedy. most action flicks involve a lot of romance between the hero and some ditzy blonde with a few lamo jokes inserted here and there. i mean, action doens't exactly refer to that type of action, urk. and the reason why i prefer the rock to peepz like stallone and that swartz-knickers idiot is cos he's not as hard and chiseled as they are. those idiots are fed steroids on a trisecondly basis. whereas i'm willing to bet that the rock is the real deal. that's why they're what i call disgustingly muscular and the rock is juz simply muscular. not anywhere near excessively, even slightly excessively, muscular. and look at their faeces...sorry...um...faces. at least the rock looks like a normal guy who goes to the gym, but those idiots look like they've been through plastic surgery to make them look like walking talking running-for-governor-and-unfortunately-becoming-governor caricatures. yeah, you heard me rite. they're fucking caricatures in their very measly pathetic existances. so, we should all favour the rock. gawdz he rocks. lolxlolx. you should all go see the rundown, not matrix revolutions. the rundown rox. lolx. am i ever going to stop ranting? no. i can chant 'the rundown rox. the rock rox." all night long. but i probably won't. but really. the guy rox. shit. i'm really hoping i'm not developing anything near a crushes. damn fucking shit. i've sworn off real peaople, damn fucking it! no! this can't be happening! noooooooooooooooooooooooooo~!! ah wellz. even if i am, it's not there yet, but really. the rock rox. no, i don't swoon, i don't squeal, i don't do the screaming fangirl thing. not with real people. maybe mentally, but i just don't. stop it. stop looking at me. io'm in denial. no. look away damn it. i am not developing a crush. go away. look at steph plum's cars or something. hmmz. come to think of it, the rock's chara in the rundown, beck, is sorta like ranger and morelli crossed over. i mean, morelli can cook too, he's also italian, they're about the same build, and beck's attitude is more like ranger's. only opens up to a few people he trusts though is still hesitant, can take down a whole crowd of thugs though he doesn't like to, damn cool. lolx. come to think of it, if there is a one for the money movie, the rock will be perfect to play morelli. as an actor, he should be able to adapt to morelli's persona, and he's got the right looks. whereas, though i'd much prefer this guy to be ranger mainly because i prefer ranger to morelli, ranger is sort of leaner, as strong, just not as...um...big, sort of. sort of leaner. lolx. the thing is that you can compare, by the way they go about doing things, the way they'd fight. morelli and ranger i mean. morelli will concentrate more on strength, whereas ranger will be more on speed, agility and stretegy. ah wellz. i think my dad wants me to sleep. lolx. fine. i won't admit to any crushes, but i shall complie a list of my fave personas, happy? just let me sleep on it. taz. niteyz peepz. lolxlolx.

rants and raves by the crimson demon @ 10/18/2003 01:04:00 am

Something's going wrong, what is wrong...
i would've updated yesterday. i swear it. but hey, cut me some slack here. it's the first time i skipped even a day except for the time i skipped two weeks cos of exams. lolx. anyhooz, i skipped yesterday cos i fell asleep while waiting for wwe bottomline to come on. and i woke up at 12.37 am. yes. that is so two hours and thirty seven minutes too late. two hours. and thirty gucking seven minutes. ah wellz. then i went back to sleep at one or two something. can't rmbr. so, yesterday was the c ball tourney ritez? u pple need the opinion from someone who's observing from the outside. i'm not saying u haf to ask me for mine. i'd rather u not because it's going to contradict a lot of stuff oyou guys are doing and will probably want to carry on with. but wad i think is that no. 1, if you said you'll rotate players, rotate the fucking players. deborah didn't get to play and i dun think lumn did. and besides, even if the players who are already there dun wanna stop, they may end up losing the game for the team cos they may get too tired. the ones on the bench should, theoretically, be fresher and if that is not the case, either the peepz playing are inhuman or the benchees can get exhausted from screaming. no. 2, some of u have to be more aggressive, whereas some have to be less aggresive. for example, al falls into the latter category. she's a bit competitive. even if you're not trying to tower and subsequently foul, i think you're better off trying not to tower and subsequently fouling. another example, there are those who should not scream and drop the ball when someone comes for it. don't ask me who i'm referring to, cos i'll just plead the fifth. i dunno if i've said this before, but for the uninformed, the fifth is basically the fifth amendment, a common phrase in legal lingo. when someone pleads the fifth, he or she is basically saying, "i'm not saying nuts cos it may incriminate me." and about the rotating thing, mebbe further on in the game, al can take over as captain and let shirlene play. at least shirlene is fresher, right? anyhooz, even tho i got other things to say, i shall plead the fifth. there are peepz who might kill me if i say anything. and one more thing before i divert from the inter-class, the guys should've spent less time playing c ball and more time playing soccer. and i think kelvin's too used to basketball. why the hell did you catch the goddamned fucking ball? it's soccer for chrissakes. better known as football. get it? football. foot. fucking. ball. okayz. now we shall talk about today. u noe something? i was falling asleep during everything. lolx. sleep sleep sleep. and i need to rmbr to check whether i took part in the ntu invitational shoot. hrmmz. i can't rmbr. i only rmbr the pesta sukan, the cdans, safra, eastzone, and...yah that's all i rmbr. ah wellz.i like pepsi cola. how the hell'd it get that name anyhooz? ah wellz. it's fun nonetheless. and cos of the fucking rain, the c ball got cancelled. thus depriving me of my afternoon entertainment. thus forcing me to go home out of boredom. thus forcing me to walk in the rain to the bus stop and get there just in time to catch bus 30. fuck. and my feet stink. anyone wants a smell? rather ripe i must say. thank god i washed my feet the moment i got home. urk. disgusting. hrmmz. mebbe today i shall go on a library book reserving spree. and oh yes. i've got to go to search for online catalogues for electrical stores and mebbe challenger today to check out prices. hrmmz. lolx. and everyone should contribute to the kelly birthday fund even tho it's two and a half months early. lolx. berns is collecting cos i want the expensive nike earphones. lolxlolx. taz peepz.

rants and raves by the crimson demon @ 10/17/2003 04:12:00 pm

She's seeing other guys emotions they stir...
lolx. today's the last marking day. i hate school. ah wellz. at least no more serious hardcore lessons or note taking. btw, for anyone interesting and/or with a very morbid sense of humour, i'm putting in a list of steph plum's cars up to the eighth book. once i buy the ninth, i'll update it. cheerz.

rants and raves by the crimson demon @ 10/15/2003 08:24:00 pm

Two trailer park girls go round the outside...
yoz. i juz managed to get my dad to stop watching. i've said this before, i'll say this again. i do not like people watching as i write anything at all. why the fuck do you think i'm killing this keyboard? i kill the keybhoard when i get tense. damn fucking straight i'm tense right now. anyway, another day of orientation. today wasn't too interesting. just went to the office and the airport. spent most of the time reading. then i ate apeshit chicken rice for dinner. the rice was too oily, the chicken was good but a touch undercooked, the veg was too damn fibrous, bitter and tough and the soup was bleah. sick sialz. even sicker - it made me hyper. wahwahwah...my com is laggy like shit sialz. nothing to say. later daez.

rants and raves by the crimson demon @ 10/15/2003 08:07:00 pm

Not much to say in most conversations...
another long day of training juz to come back juz on time for tuition. and i mean JUST on time. my teacher got to the house about half a minute after i did. anyhooz, today, we juz went to the office, i learnt that *gasp* labournet uses *dun dun dun duuuuuuuuuuuuuun* NETSCAPE. gawdz. who in hell uses netscape? it bloody hell sux! ah wellz. then we went to mom. not mom as in mum mom, but m.o.m. ministry of manpower. i had to do a cancellation because my dad's training me. i mean, geez. i'm only gonna be in this business during wad hols i manage to win the fight with my bro for the job. then i found out that this guy whom my dad hired when i was in lower primary or kindergarten, soon siong or something, then in uni, was bullied by the staff there before. a lot of them have very low eq, but they know my dad not to argue with him. apparently, he's quarreled with them before. like once, they have this unwritten rule that the cancellation must not be signed two weeks before you submit it, and it's not in black and white, and then this idiot refused it. so my dad raised a big ruckus. i mean, it's not like it's in black and white or anything. anyhooz, this uni fellow was being bullied apparently because he was a bit late and whoever it was serving him was screaming bloody murder. i think he's more timid than me. all he did was call my dad to settle it. i'd've screamed bloody murder back at her. lolx. it'll be fun. anyhooz, after that we went to the eunos post office to settle my granddaddy's cpf. u noe that big place? yah. and then there's this vcd shop, which was selling v. outdated music cds for $4 each and $9.90 for three. the cds were outdated, but the songs were good. so duh i bought. three. it'll take me today and tomorrow's salary, but who cares. they're good. and no, they're not fattyming's birthday present.

rants and raves by the crimson demon @ 10/14/2003 09:32:00 pm

Where is the love...
yoyoz. i just came back from a long day of training. last night i went to bed at 3.30 and then i had to wake up early this morning to ride shotgun. lolx. i dunno how i dragged myself up. anyhooz, i had to go to uob twice and i almost thought that i may end up setting a record for how many uob sweets a person eats in one day. i didn't make up, but i was lucky enough to get a mango flavoured one. lolx. sad isn't it? and i also had to bring a maid to apply for work permit. after that, i went to do something i've been doing since primary school. you see, one of my dad's clients is a gynaecologist in mount elizabeth hospital. and i've been collecting cheques from the twelfth floor for a long time. always from the same girl who works under that lazy ass doctor who is too damned lazy to get his ass off the chair. and guess wad. she comments that i'm so tall and asked if i had a younger sister. duh no. i mean, i don't really think she's seen people like sam or allison before has she? anyhooz, something else funny that happened is that i was reading high five by janet evanovich. and just so happened, this woman across from me was reading janet's latest book to the nines, which is of the same series. weird huh? ah wellz. lolx. i'm getting a nice reaction from berns. i shan't tell u wad about. but it's funny nonetheless.

rants and raves by the crimson demon @ 10/13/2003 06:22:00 pm

'Cause we couldn't seem to find a way for love to stay...
yoyoz. yep. i'm still awake. there's only one other person on my contact list who's online too. lolx. i'm a fucking vampire alright. and to think i have tiwake up early tmr to ride shotgun for my dad. gawdz. i dun think i'll be sleeping for some time yet... lolx. nitez peepz. sleep tight if you aren't already.

rants and raves by the crimson demon @ 10/13/2003 02:39:00 am

She's watching wrestling, creaming all the tough guys...
lolx. there you go. your record breaking entry. i just realized my commentary on unforgiven is longer than all the others. lolxlolx. am i sad or wad?

rants and raves by the crimson demon @ 10/12/2003 02:07:00 pm

Everybody's dancing and they're danicing for me...
wwe rox...lolx...

rants and raves by the crimson demon @ 10/12/2003 02:04:00 pm

And now she's looking for a downtown man...
yoyoz. morning peepz. i was gonna do this at two something in the morning last night, but i decided i favoured sleep over all else. i even decided not to brush my teeth. which is a great feat for me because i always brush my teeth. anyhooz, wwe update! woohoo! but so sad lah...unforgiven is only raw. if it was smackdown also, then we can involve the whole macmahon family and induce a great amount of chaos. steph and dear daddy vince are more smackdown and shane and linda, their mom, are more raw. i wonder wad woould happen if you pitch steph and shane against someone who offended their mom...*shudders* ulk. god save their soul(s). shane rox! he says he's got more guts than brains, and i damn well agree with him. lolx. i dun understand why the hell no one likes wrestling. i mean, i used to just watch for the backstage politics, and skip over the matches, and i damn well know a lot of it's just an act, but it's fun. when you watch, you just bury that little fact and then you have some fun. damn nice. of course now, i also watch the matches lah, but then, it's damn nice. you can learn new ways of torturing pple. except i need to find someone to put into a headlock. lolx. anyhooz, the first match last night, while it was still night, was the tables match. damn cool sialz. the dudley boys vs. la resistance & rob conway. the dudley boys are damn farnie. their t-shirts say blood is thicker than wood. and they just about invented the tables match, where you have to throw/slam/toss/wuteva every member of the opposite team through a wooden table, or, in more layman terms, make them taste wood. anyhooz, rob conway had taken out one of the dudley boys, spike, by slamming him into a table twice within the last two weeks. so, it was a handicap match, two against three. after a while, one of the dudley boys kenna taste wood, and then the other one made conway taste wood. and then they came and slammed la resistance's bloody french asses through the other two tables. damn nice sialz. lolx. and then was scott steiner vs. test. brief background knowledge time. steiner has horribly huge biceps. he likes flexing them so they bulge up and kissing them. eeeeeeeeeeeeeyeeeeeeeeeeeeeuuuuuuuuuuuuuw~! sick as hell. and it's gross. realli gross. and test is a damn gay. you know why the hell he's called test? because his girlfriend/manager named him test. why? because his balls are supposedly huge. if they're even there. anyhooz, this girlfriend is on the line here. test apparently beats her and stuffz, and still ponces around saying i love you, and so, if test wins, he retains stacie's "services", as a manager and otherwise, but if scott steiner wins, she goes with scott. anyhooz, she helps scott in wad way she can but missed test with a steel chair a couple times and ends up hitting steiner so test ends up winning. so sad. poor stacie. on with it, it was then the legend vs. the legend killer, shawn michaels vs. randy orton. now, randy orton, together with ric flair, the dirtiest player in raw (eddie is in smackdown. lolx), and i'm not sure about triple h, fom evolution, a bunch a pussy assed bastards. shawn michaels was once the smallest champion in wwe. that answer it? so obviously, in this one, i was supporting michaels. so, anywayz, ric flair was hanging around outside the ring. and the poor ref had to handle the two wrestlers and flair. so, as usual, flair plays dirty. when michaels puts orton in the three count, flair put his foot on the bottom rope, so the three count is called invalid. and then orton pulls out some brass knuckles and goes for michael's head. and wins. die evolution! diiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee~! so, then the match i've been waiting for, the last man standing, no holds barred match, where the first one down for the ten-count loses, shane macmahon vs. kane. i say kane deserves to be put into a loony bin, although that probably won't hold him. he should be put down instead of those poor kitty cats. then the world would definitely be a better place. shane gets a good start with a steel chair, but then kane makes a comeback, and somehow, i can't remember how liaoz, they end up at those screens beside the stage like in those concerts and in front of the little levitated thing where the spanish announcers are sitting. so, somehow, i can't remember that either, shane is lying in agony in front of it and kane strips everything off the spanish announcers' table, leaving the metal bare and tips it over. he thinks he got shane. lolx. stupid arse. the thing is flat on the ground, and i don't think that could've reduced shane to two dimensions just yet. he hops down laughing his arse off and shane jumps out of a corner to beat the shit out of him. and you know sometimes they've got these cameras attached to the ends of these long metal stick thingies? he slams that into kane's face and then we get a few shots from the cracked cam from time to time. damn farnie. so, somehow, shane gets kane on the raised stage thingie and kane is out. shane then climbs onto the top of the screen thingie, and it's huge, to jump onto kane. it told u he's got more guts than brains. and he's as crazy as i am. not to mention he rox. lolx. so he jumps, but kane rolls away. he's down, obviously, and the ref starts the ten-count and then kane gets up at four...or was it seven? but he gets up damn him. he goddamn fucking gets up. poor shane. i hope he's alright. so obviously shane loses, but i think he won't give up. he's gonna get kane. go shane! *ahem* so, since that's over, i began losing interest, but i ended up watching it to the end. next was the triple threat match for the intercontinental championship, christian, the existing champ, vs. chris jericho vs. rob van damme. i was reading love hina throughout, so i missed most of it, but christian's still the winner. then it's the tag team match where the winners will be the new raw broadcast team. al snow & coach...er...couch vs. jim ross & jerry "the king" lawler. al snow and couch are too damn corrupted i say. i mean, they are always too opinionated, unprofessional, and they associate themselves with goddamned fucking pussy ass pencil dick bastardised bitches like eric bischoff. of course, jr and king do insert their opinions here and there, but not as much, and at least they associate themselves with decent if not completely, um, complacent pple like steve austin. and at least they're professional. not to mention i started my fandom with them. but damn that canadian son of a bitch chris jericho (at least i think he's canadian...). he intercepted and got jr shoulders down and couch doing the cover, and in the end, jr and king have only one last match to broadcast. and they were putting in their all for this one. so sad, aiyoh. especially that little speech they had just before the grand finale - the match for the world heavyweight championship, which i will go into in a little while. they've been the broadcast team for damn near thirty year dammit, and they damn well deserve to be. oh dear. i shall get sniffly if i dun stop this now. ok then. the match. triple h vs. goldberg. if goldberg wins, he gets the title. otherwise, he's retired from the industry. so, i slept through most of it, but woke up in time to watch goldberg win. damn nice. then i went to sleep. lolx. there was supposed to be a women's tag team match, but they never show the women's matches, which would be why there wasn't that bikini match during summer slam. lolx. lita & trish stratus vs. gail kim & molly holly. i didn't noe who to support. i like gail kim and lita, and i'm sorta indifferent about molly and trish. ah wellz. i go now.

rants and raves by the crimson demon @ 10/12/2003 01:59:00 pm

Rippy the Gator went chomp chomp chomp...
how the hell do you archive on this shit thing...

rants and raves by the crimson demon @ 10/11/2003 08:03:00 pm

Truly yours, your biggest fan, this is Stan...
yoz yoz. i'm not that depressed anymore but i'm still not gonna type all that shit out. because, by the time i'm done, unforgiven will be over, not to mention afterburn. or is today bottomline? ah wellz. wuteva. anyhooz, i had to wake up shit early cos today was my grandmommy's bdae and we had to visit the niche before my mom has to go to work. so, to make up for lost time, i spent a short time on the com and went to sleep for 5 hrs. then i came out to play computer again and then i went to sleep again. lolx. surely i can sleep. sleep sleep sleep. lolxlolx. ah wellz. i can finally make sense of love hina. and when it's chinese. bow down to me for i am the almighty! lolx. you know, it isn't that bad, if you put aside the occasional sick bit. lolx. ah wellz. sleepy sleep. i need new mp3s. sadness overwhelming... *ahem* well, yesterday i promised ranting worht listening to right? well, first...
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII'M HENRY THE EIGHTH I AM, HENRY THE EIGHTH THE EIGHTH I AM, I GOT MARRIED TO THE WIDOW NEXT DOOR, SHE'S BEEN MARRIED SEVEN TIMES BEFORE, AND EVERYONE WAS A HENRY, COULDN'T COP A WILLY OR A SAM, I'M HER EIGHTH OLD MAN, I'M HENRY, HENRY THE EIGHTH I AM! SECOND VERSE, SAME AS THE FIRST! I'M HENRY THE EIGHTH I AM, HENRY THE EIGHTH THE EIGHTH I AM, I GOT MARRIED TO THE WIDOW NEXT DOOR, SHE'S BEEN MARRIED SEVEN TIMES BEFORE, AND EVERYONE WAS A HENRY, COULDN'T COP A WILLY OR A SAM, I'M HER EIGHTH OLD MAN, I'M HENRY, HENRY THE EIGHTH I AM! H-E-N-R-Y! HENRY, HENRY, HENRY THE EIGHTH THE EIGHTH I AM, HENRY THE EIGHTH I AM!
*ahem* okay. let's see. what shall i rant about first? points of view, openmindedness, prejudice and discrimaination, or what? ...oh fuck...i have a stomach ache...oh fuck...brb... *period of time goes by*okay. back. that is so the second time i went to crap within like, how long? fifteen minutes? i've got a bad case of diarrhoea (sp??). sadness indeed. i bet it's from that steamed egg i ate this afternoon. surely not. actually, wad i was gonna talk about during the last two weeks are interrelated. prejudice is bad right? and to prevent prejudice, you have to keep an open mind and walk around in the person's shoes to understand why they're prejudiced. you also look at eveyrthing from their point of view. so, when looking at something, look at it from different points of view and you're set. and i'm sad. i know. crap. i gotta go crap again. tag my board!

rants and raves by the crimson demon @ 10/11/2003 07:47:00 pm

I'll be burning rubber you'll be kissing my ass...
i've done the two thingies at the right. check 'em out. any suggestions for pairs? you got it. tag my board.

rants and raves by the crimson demon @ 10/10/2003 09:49:00 pm

It's the freedom of a thousand doves...
actually, i already typed the shit out and i can't be bothered to type it out again exactly the way it was. so no record breaking post. blame my fucking gay com that decides to die just at the wrong time. so here goes a super summarised version.

HAPPY BDAE JULIE. and sea cucumbers aren't so delicious after you've seen them crap on tv. in zoom. and then there's a whole lot of crapola on the gay cip and then there was going to berns's house on 051003 to study hist and bullying pokvin into giving us choccies, my thoughts on the exams, and then there's wwe coming to sgp, and a whole lot of crapola on wwe, and then on c ball, and then children's day, and then haydukery and walking in the rain, and wad happened today. wah lao. this is not good. and to think i've been sitting in front of the com for the past few hours typing my ass off. and then my dad comes and says disconnect while i type. and then, i click post & publish and the thing starts connecting and then after it connects, it gets screwed up. shit. i'm fuckiung killing my keyboard. and guess why i'm fucking depressed. fuck it lah... oh well. i shall finish up the two extra columns at the right tonight, and i'll add the new link, but i'll rant the rantings worth listening to tmr afternoon. i'm too pissed off to do it now. bloody fuck. then i shall do to bed an make sense of love hina 1 and 2 which i bought today for the heck of it. in chinese.

rants and raves by the crimson demon @ 10/10/2003 09:18:00 pm

Everytime that I got you near me...
yoz peepz. i got a new bloggie thingy. there's nothing there yet, but check it out later.

rants and raves by the crimson demon @ 10/03/2003 09:25:00 pm

And life is a road I wanna keep going...
i've put up the new template thingie on the other site, the mizuryu one. check it out and give me ur opinion.

rants and raves by the crimson demon @ 10/01/2003 06:49:00 pm