Died today. Why does it seem like the biggest assholes get to live the longest and the good men die early?
He hardly drinks, he loved his family to bits, earned his fortune from nothing, doesn't smoke and took great care of my mother. Needless to say, my mum heard of the news this morning and came crying to my room. Then the three stages came into play
1. Denial - We rushed over to his house to see what's really going on.
2. Depression - I could hear my mum's wails even when I was parking my car a house away.
3. Understanding - Not quite ready for that yet. It's gonna be stuck on stage 2 for a long while.
There was a time when my mum was in severe debt and needed money urgently to pay for a property or we'd lose it. It took a great deal for my mum to swallow her pride and call her brother (Uncle James) and ask for help. She broke down into tears and asked for a very substantial amount of money.
"How much do you need?" - James
"$$.." - mum, crying
"I'll get it to you by Monday" - James (it's a Friday afternoon)
"Thank you so much" - Mum
"Don't be stupid, and stop crying" - James
Money never mattered to this man whenever it comes to family, blood is always thicker than numbers on paper. The amount of money my mother asked for easily cleaned out his entire bank account but he didn't care, no. He didn't care that by giving so much of his money to my mother could possibly ruin his upcoming business, no. Men like these are one in a trillion.
Many people would say that god wanted him by his side, that's why he passed away at such a young age.
Well fuck god. Yea you heard me you greedy fucking bastard, did you stop to think about how painful it is for a mother to bury her child?
Louis; almost dies...again
Why is it when I drive insanely fast, i don't get into accidents (touch wood), whereas when i'm driving slow god decides to tease me with my life?
Yesterday driving home, I look right to check for traffic (it's 5am) and as it is safe to proceed, I drive on.
Unexpectedly, I see a car speeding down, honking and I immediately jam on my brakes and the car swerves right onto the wrong lane, barely missing a divider.
Admittedly, it was entirely my fault and I am incredibly sorry for not being more alert and I should have my license revoked for making that huge mistake.
But that guy wasn't ready to let me off yet. Instinctively, something in my head tells me to blast off, drive away as fast as possible before this guy beats my head into pulp (Maybe it's because of the increase of road rage crimes in malaysia...maybe)
So I push my gear into reverse and blast off the scene even though my friend was asking me to stop and apologize.
As I was reversing, I see this car turning around and freaking chasing me. CHASING MY ASS DOWN!
I start accelerating over bumps at 70, launching the car and severely damaging the undercarriage.
"Is he still there? Is he gone?" I ask
"You should turn off your headlights" friend Tim says
"Why?" I ask
"Because he turned his off" friend Tim replies.
Sure enough, I stare into my mirror and he actually turned his headlights off, hoping to catch me off guard. I start thinking, what the fuck does this guy want? The only thing he can do now is ram my car and hope I end up bleeding into a ditch somewhere.
Then it struck me, this guy is a maniac and he wants me dead. What CAN he do in a speeding car against another speeding car? Unless he is in a batmobile with some sort of EMP missile that'll stop my car, this guy wants me to pay for almost killing him.
He chased my car for a good 5 minutes and slowly dropped back as I don't think he was driving quite as fast as I was......even though he had the instinct to kill me,
I had the instinct to live.
I have a feeling i've not heard the last from this guy, i keep thinking he probably saw my license plate and dropped back coz he's going to kill me in my sleep......or torture me in some evil, painful, brutal way....
If i'm lucky.
13th November 2004 - Louis; Drugged
So I went to a club yesterday, and as you all probably already know my alcohol tolerance is beyond amazing. I could probably drink a pub dry.
So if ever you see me drunk means that I either spent a lot of money or someone is way broke.
So if ever you see me drunk means that something is wrong.
I had a little to drink before I went to the club, hardly anything substantial, but for some reason I can't remember anything from yesterday. Nada. None. Zilch. It didn't help either that I was in a gay bar,
And i ain't gay.
Some sneaky fella from the club must've noticed that I was straight and decided it was funny to drug me up so he can have my virginal ass. I wake up to ask my sister wtf happened last night, and I find out i had water. WATER! I wake up to find puke on my floor (which I promptly cleaned up), a massive headache and absolutely no memory of what happened yesterday. Thank god my sister drove i'd probably be dead today.
No wait, fuck that shit. Thank god I didn't go alone (lol, yeah and i'd go to a gay club alone) or i'd wake up with a dick in my ass. *quiver* a fate worse than death.
12th November 2004 - Louis; Alive?
The fact that i'm updating now is proof that i made it through a "We will try to kill Louis tonight by drowning him with alcohol" night.
145678 flaming lamborghinis + 13456765432 whisky coke wont bring me down. No no. It'll make me take off my shirt and dance half naked in a packed club, but no passing out.....
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now i'm just wondering whether passing out was such a bad idea after all.
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Sadly, there were hardly any pictures after this....on my camera anyway. Kinda hard to take pictures when people are literally pouring alcohol down your mouth.