28th August 2004 - Louis; New article
Alien Vs Predator review (With spoilers)
27th August 2004 - Louis; A tip for the ladies
If anybody walks up to you in a club, and states
that he's from a "model agency" and you're incredibly gorgeous and you would
be PERFECT for an upcoming role for an advertisement.
He's lying.
So he produces a business card, and printed on this attractive little
business card is a phone number, fax number, business location, e-mail,
address and a company name in gold lettering. There's no possible way this
can be fake right?
Those cards cost like 5 cents each.
Girls. I know you like them compliments but please use your head once in
a while. Do you REALLY THINK MODEL AGENCIES PICK GIRLS UP FROM CLUBS?
Of all places? You hoes.
I kid you not, yesterday alone i heard 3 girls showing off about how they've
been "scouted". I am quick to slam it in their face by telling them "they
just want to sleep with you." to which they reply
"but he had a business card."
I finally gave up. I mean, if these girls are really that stupid, they
DESERVE to be taken advantage of.
And of course you had to give him your phone number and e-mail address just
so that he can contact you right?
Oh and of course you'd have to go get coffee with him, just to discuss your
new modeling career.
Oh and of course you'd have to attend some party with him, just to get yourself
known.
Oh and of course you'd have to drink some alcohol so that you're not
anti-social.
....and by the end of the night, you'll find your "agent" deep between your
crotch thinking you're a dumb bitch.
On a totally irrelevant issue
I almost killed a motorcyclist, who saved himself by doing the most
awesomest recovery ever. I signaled to turn left (there is an oil tanker in
front of me), and I checked my left mirror and saw nothing so I proceeded.
All of a sudden, I notice a motorcyclist speeding down the middle lane and I
immediately jam on my brakes. The cyclist reacts by swerving left to avoid
my car and it looked as if Mr Cyclist was going to meet Mr Oil Tanker for a
pancake lunch. Incredibly/Unbelievably/Extraordinarily he slants his
bike 45 degrees from the ground and does a powerslide, stopping
mere inches away from the tanker.
Though I was angry at the guy because he almost killed himself and I
would've undoubtedly felt somehow responsible for it, even though I believe
it wasn't my fault. That guy was way cool. Way cool, and way lucky.
26th August 2004 - Louis; Don't you just hate
Them sites that post lyrics? No one is going to
read them anyway. So why bother?
Five for Fighting - Dying
I'm Dying, Dying to wake up without you,
without you in my head again
I'm Dying, Dying to forget about you, that you ever lived
There's a shade come over this heart that's coping with laying down to rest
I'm Dying to live without you again
I'm Dying, Dying to find a distraction, get you away from me
I'm Dying, Dying to reach a conclusion, so that the world can see
It's the same old story of love and glory that broke before it bent
I'm Dying to live without you again
The first time you left I said goodbye
Now there's not a prayer that can survive
Dying, Dying to die just to come back so we can meet again
Dying, Dying to say what I always should have said
It's a strange emotion this but there's still hope in this
As long as there's a breath...
I'm Dying and I can't live without you again
It's a strange emotion this but there's still hope in this
As long as there's a breath...
I'm Dying and I can't live without you
I'm Dying and I can't live without you again
had to do it. Sorry.
Expect a massive HONG KONG REVIEW sometime today...or
tomorrow...or...sometime.
21st August 2004 - Louis; Maxi
'94 - 20th August 2004.
I've had him since primary 5,
and i remember it being totally awesome when he got big enough to climb up
the stairs. Along with every dog, he was scared to climb down the stairs, so
he'd get stuck upstairs and peed/shat all over the place. 10 years later,
still as active as the first day I got him, except for the times he was
pumped up with tranquilizer. Like the time he tried to take on my german
shepard, which landed him 3 holes in his neck. After getting owned, you'd
think he would maybe leave the shepard alone, i mean he's like 10 times his
size.
Nah, promptly after he got back with stitches and a cone around his head, he
goes for it again.
As I mentioned before, i'm in Hong Kong now. Before I came to Hong Kong, I
sent my dog to the vet for a simple operation and he was meant to be
collected on Monday. Somehow, I kept thinking that it would be really awful
if my dog dies when i'm in Hong Kong, that I would get a call with the
terrible news which I will indefinitely deny it and think that my parents
are just playing a horrible horrible horrible joke on me, then finally break
down into uncontrollable tears in the middle of a hotel and spend the rest
of the trip thinking about things i should've done, could've done, shouldn't
have done. Oh wait, that's exactly what happened huh.
I should've played with you more often
I should've combed your hair so you'd look pretty. But then again, you liked
being dirty.
I should've seen you one last time on Thursday.
I could've sent you to a better vet
I'm sorry I didn't play with you often enough. I'm sorry you ended up
looking dirty all the time. I'm sorry I didn't see you on Thursday, you
must've been scared. I'm sorry I can't bury you in my garden. I'm sorry I
wasn't there when you went. I'm sorry you went through so much pain. I'm
sorry for causing you so much pain. I'm sorry for everything and anything
i've ever done to cause you pain. I feel directly responsible for your
death, again i'm sorry.
But it's too late isn't it. You can't hear me and you never will. You're
dead and it's all my fault.
All dogs go to heaven, right?...