29th September - Louis; ITS UP TO YOU SUCKBALL FANS

To name my nameless dog.

As mentioned on my tag-board, my dad is planning on naming him Bush and the other Kerry, thinking it's really funny but i just think that's just evil/sick/wrong.

I wish to give Kelly a new name as well, so please give suggestions via e-mail, guestbook, or tag-board below.

It'll be up to you, to make sure poor nameless isn't named bush.

28th September 2004 - Louis

 Meet nameless, he's going to be guarding my house from now on. rawr
Oh, and there's also Kelly (i didn't name her)
though, i'm still waiting for both my dogs to come home.

September has been a shitty month. Funny things happen in September.
Watch out Cali, here I come

Ticket confirmed - 1st October - California (LAX)

I remember back in the days during Year 10, James and I planned to go to California sometime in the future, not because of studies/career or anything smart like that, rather to play video games - because in Cali, that's where the best arcade gamers were.

Back then we were stupid, but now it seems i'm the last one left - who is still equally smart.

Who woulda thought a 16 year old really meant what he said huh?
Seriously Cali, watch out. Here I come.
26th September 2004 - Louis; My conclusion

It's gotten a little sickeningly boring, so i'm going to end it here and hope it ends with this post.

I came to the conclusion that my actions were incredibly stupid, even though i was standing up for my principle. There's a huge difference between standing up for a principle and jumping into a fire pit just to prove something.

If this point isn't getting through, let me give you and example.

Say i wasn't so fortunate that night, and I got severely injured/beat up/got my limbs amputated/killed, how much difference would I have made in the world with the action I did that night? Hell, hardly anyone was even aware that I jumped into the crowd and pulled the guy off.

As mentioned in one of the tags on the board, corean (Cien Then) once chided me for wanting to do the exact same thing I did in Zouk when a couple of black dudes wanted to beat up a white dude....i'll link it up if I remember the date in which it happened.

Not only do my thoughts on self preservation have to be changed, they need to be reanalyzed, re-researched and overhauled if I plan on living for another decade. I'm suddenly reminded of the time I sat in a friend's car, who didn't have a license, had an illegal car, was drunk and a car that was held together with tape.

It doesn't take a quantum physicist to realise that's asking for trouble, and of course - something bad almost happened

Next time, i'll only join the fight if i'd having a living chance. *wink*

Anyway, after i was pulled back into the group, ben (check sept 22nd for a picture of him) noticed something on the floor that he got incredibly excited about.

"Oh my god. Is that? oh my. it is, it is!" - Ben
"Wtf?" - Everyone
"That's a limited edition somethingsomething adidas hand stitched something something shoe!"
"Wtf?" - Everyone
"That shoe is like, so fucking expensive! It must've fallen off the guys who were fighting. OH LOOK! THE OTHER SHOE!...i so have to take it"
"I hope you get some toe fungal infection that sticks with you for eternity" - Me

I found out yesterday he really took the shoe. Goodness.
23rd September 2004 - Louis; Fighting for a cause, known only to myself.

Last night something terrible happened, to which i'm confused whether the actions I did was right or not, to which I don't know whether I should've stupidly put my life at risk as I did.

After the night was over at zouk, we had our usual gathering outside - discussing on where we should go next to eat. I was more than sober, so I noticed a commotion starting just outside the gates of Zouk.
A short moment later, I hear the voices elevate and a before anyone expected it, (excuse the racial comment) a malay smashed a bottle of Jack Daniels across an african's head (Black dude).

As we are in Malaysia, he was outnumbered around 30-1 and was getting the fuck beat of of him. His friend quickly joined to pull him away, greatly apologetic for whatever he did/did not do, but he got pulled into the fight and now he's getting beat the fuck out too.

Shortly after, yet another friend joins the crowd, trying to shield his friend from the bloody carnage, but this time it was a she instead. The collection of adrenaline and fury of the crowd spawned an entirely new entity, a crowd that can only be described as a lethal, merciless and bloodthirsty, a pack of hungry wolves that would kill anything that got in it's path. She was treated indifferently to the previous two and got her head beat down into a pulp, so badly that she passed out on the ground near to where I stood.

That was far more than I could take, far more than I could just sit and watch. How could I just sit around and do nothing, and still call myself a human? I screamed at the top of my lungs  "CAN YOU'LL FUCKING RELAX?", but their ears hear no sound - except for the war cries and the pounding of fist against skull.

I watch as the carnage continue, it was a racial war of malays versus the outsiders (africans/blacks). The "blacks" were greatly outnumbered and were bleeding into a messy puddle on to the tarmac. Worst of all, I see people sneakily trying to pull the downed outcast away from the mob, only to secretly kick him across the head.

This is where I snapped.

I quickly jumped into the crowd of malays, pulled people off the wounded unconscious, and pushed a guy to the ground - just in time to stop him from giving a full swing kick to the stranger's head. During this whole time, i'm screaming "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU'LL DOING?" at the top of my lungs.

The attention of the crowd was quickly diverted and was directed towards me, thinking that I was yet another "nigga" trying to back up his friend. To their surprise, they see a medium sized chinese boy, attempting to stop this bloody carnage, attempting to save the life of a person he's never seen before, foolishly putting his life at risk for a cause only known to himself.

A group quickly gathered around me and started pushing me around followed by a swift palm across the face, causing me to fall onto the ground. Knowing the the floor is not the best place for me to be at that moment, I quickly get up and put both my hands up, signifying that I do not wish to fight, and that I haven't hurt anyone that night.

Like they'd just walk away right?

The guy I pulled away continued pressing on me, and the whole time i'm thinking, i could give him a solid punch to his face far before he can react and render him unconscious. Though, not quite a good idea because i'm way outnumbered just like the blacks. I did the only thing I could do to keep myself alive - Leave my hands up and continue taking the shoving they were giving me.

The shoving, spitting, cussing continued for what seemed like an eternity, but luckily a commotion was building up elsewhere and their attention was quickly diverted back to the blacks.

Oh and I must've been boring them - wheres the fun in beating up a dummy?

My friend (Thank you Cheah) appeared out of nowhere and quickly pulled me away so quickly, they couldn't quite pick me out from the massive crowd, back into the group i was with earlier and continued to tell me off at the top of his lungs.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing? Do you see how many malays there are around here?"
"Do you think you're a fucking hero?"
"Why the fuck did you do that for?"
"Do you even KNOW who was getting beat up?"
"You know they didn't have a chance, the only thing we can do is wait for the police. Do YOU wanna die?"
"Are you fucking stupid, you dumb fuck. There are people dying there"

I just couldn't stand for it. I couldn't just sit and just watch three people get beat up by over 60 people, and everyone else just watching, not even bothering to help. I don't care if I didn't know them, what if I was in THEIR shoes at that particular moment? I would expect people to help me out too, and how am I meant to expect someone's help when I don't give mine out?

The shaking only began later, when I realised the amount of danger I put myself in, as it always does. The entire group was not happy with my actions as they were all very worried for me, to which i'm totally apologetic. As noble as my cause was, it was extremely stupid.

The final question of the night was "Why did you bother with the fight? That was just the malays beating up the "niggas", there wasn't much you could've done"

"Because they're people too" I replied quietly.

September 22nd