As the last days of this month pass slowly, my days get somewhat lonelier. But there is a brighter side of this continual gradualization. When this month is over and October starts I believe that I will be on top of my ideas, have myself a job or at least start building my savings.
Let me just elaborate on a thought that is within my head right now before I continue. Making the CD for Jewell took so long and yet it wasn’t so demanding. When the CD was finished and all work was done the songs wouldn’t mean as much to me if I had heard them. The CD I have made for Lyssa took only four strenuous days and lots of effort within that time. Even though the days weren’t so prolonged I finished my project and this time, the songs I still listen to right now. The difference you might think would be in the duration of time I had to listen to all tracks on each CD and it would turn me off listening after a certain amount of time. In reality Jewell’s CD felt like a burden where the CD I had accomplished for Lyssa was of pure love and that’s why so fast were my reactions. My analogy of such a mind’s venture is philosophical to my conception and beliefs.
The day itself, well it has been quite boring and having no friends over right now or nothing on television worth feasting my eyes upon I am brought upon my Diary. Prospects of a job coming to me within the next month will oppose the length allowably written amongst these pages. Why do I write, why do I write so much and what permits me, what drives me to continue my scriptures. Maybe it is that my life would not be the same if it were not for this Diary. Days would become lonesome, this way I have my thoughts to keep me company. When my prospect is forth in October (That’s if I get a job) my entries will once again be chopped to almost nothing, like back in the day’s. That is something that I am willing to undertake but I feel like when I worked at ‘Martinson Engineering’ I will be writing my entries at work. Come October, come take my thoughts away, taketh my pride in words and forth thee coms’t literary theft, to unravel thy thoughts of my plagiarized best.
Before I take my second shower of the day, let me narrate my day. Going to sleep last night after midnight could have played in the reason I woke up so late today. Just like two months or so ago when I used to wake up in the afternoon I still felt lethargic waking up. The time was 8:00 a.m. when I first opened my eyes and feeling tired in the eyes I kept sleeping. Three times I woke up and went back to sleep until the time reached 10:30 p.m. Still a little tired I immediately called up the place in Liverpool to warn them I had no money to catch the bus and that’s the reason I didn’t make it for the day. So, we arranged for 1:30 p.m. on Monday and this time I will definitely be going.
Knowing that I had to travel to Campbelltown I took my time having something to eat, having a shower and then having my hair done. Upon leaving my house I noticed that there was a light sprinkle and there were clouds in the air. Despite the time now being midday and me being a bit late to hand in my form (Which I once again didn’t receive) I thought of tomorrow at the beach and if the day was going to clear up. The walk to Campbelltown was fine and I found myself walking straight to Centrelink with no glitch.
Standing in queue at Centrelink it only took a minute for myself to be at the counter. After explaining once again that I hadn’t received my form I filled one out and pretty much was out of there after that. While there I had noticed the dude who I was signing ‘Mutual Obligation’ with and tried to hide myself. The way I figure it, I keep rorting the system every fortnight. For the past month or more I’ve been saying to myself “This could be my last week of payment” and every fortnight I get paid more. Luckily for me they have miraculously kept me on monthly forms otherwise I would be in trouble to pay off my phone bill. You see, after this payment is received of $145 I can pay half of my home phone bill and the rest will be for the Gym and going to the beach on weekends. Because I’m on a monthly form my next payment will come to me no worries and that will be the rest of my phone payment.
Looking into my Credit Card Account today I found that there was no balance remaining in my account. Half of that is due to the fact that I had money taken out for Pizza but I had $50 taken out for some reason. Coming back home from Campbelltown immediately I gave Commonwealth Bank a call to see what my balance was. My fears were right, the money was gone and overdrawn. The bank doesn’t know who took out the money but my guess is that Optus had something to do with it. If that’s the case well then I only have something like $40 left to pay on my account and then they can go get fucked. If my next form goes through I will not only save enough money to fuck all my recent bills off but I can buy some work shoes and get myself paid and into Desktop Publishing.
Graphic Design or Desktop Publishing for a newspaper or something where I can handle my artistic flair will be the best job to move from now. It would be good if I can have a course for that but I need to get paid before the new month is brought to me. Maybe I can get myself a part time job and a part time course but I’ll have to see what happens. Anyway, for the rest of the day I sat at home watching television and then tuning out to my CD player, the 50 CD stacker that is (Plus one extra CD for quick use). Time ticked by and when the time reached 5:00 p.m. I laid my eyes to rest because they were pretty much still tired from the morning. That’s peculiar as I slept a decent amount of hours. Turning my tunes off I slept for an hour and woke up only to Jett’s voice beyond my closed curtains. Now before this I had called Jett within an intermission from my sleep to the toilet but he was out. In my mind I thought that he would probably come over my house and he did.
Jett, just like me wanted to know if I still wanted to go to the beach tomorrow and I happily accepted. It’s been a week since I’ve talked to Jett. Informing me that we now had two body-boards I told him how the waves would break on us and throw us around. The waves wouldn’t be too kind to us and that’s probably why there weren’t so much surfers there last time. Jett asked about the CD I had made for Lyssa and telling him it had been finished I took it out of the CD player and turned it over on the last second. Pausing without words as he stared profusely at the CD he waited a couple of seconds for his thoughts to gather before he uttered “That’s good man”. Beyond those words I knew that he liked the CD very much and remembering that I still had two remotely noticeable hickeys on my neck I remarked “Yep, Lyssa really liked it”.
Placing the CD back in the CD player Jett told me how Min-Su was bothering him. These days I’m not sure what to side with when Jett talks of Min-Su because back in the day he used to be so infatuated by her and these days he’s cussing about her actions. Maybe the lad’s been hurt by her always saying she wants to be friends and he’s finally taking it to heart and trying to take it out by mouthing off about her. This time, Min-Su wanted Jett to give her and Tamsen a lift back to Tamsen’s house. Jett thought this was asking a bit too much and he announced “I wouldn’t drive Tamsen anywhere” and that could have been backing my thoughts up about her. When you think about it, Keith I see most of the times but Tamsen hasn’t had enough balls to approach me, she’s too afraid. Personally, if I asked Jett to give me a lift somewhere, because I’m his friend he would off course say yes or try but when it comes to Min-Su that keeps denying him personal gratification, then there’s a difference. I don’t blame the boy, he doesn’t want to keep getting used and thwarted away from his primary objective. Jett has been Min-Su’s good friend in hopes that she would one day need him in a different way but I think Jett had woken up when he sent Min-Su the Roses for her birthday a couple of weeks ago and didn’t receive the response he wanted.
Diary Of A Mad Chaos is a daily diary written from March 1996 until today, of which individual books and book series have been created, namely “The Lost Years” an exploration of young, entwined love, the “Wubao In China (猎艳奇缘)” book series which provides an extensive comparative analysis of the cultural differences between Eastern and Western societies, and the book titled “Foreigner (华人)” an exploration of race relations in Australia.
