Heading back to the train station I was sad that those two girls had slipped from my fingers as I was really lusting over their beauty and intelligent look. The sun was out in full stream and pacing my way up to the street where the station is I looked towards the station and to my surprise and shock I noticed what looked like the two girls. Dashing across the street and jogging some way I didn’t catch up to them and remarked to myself that they walked fairly fast. Making my way to the train station I hoped that they were catching a train to Campbelltown but something in my mind forbade me to believe these two beautiful girls would live in Campbelltown as opposed to the City. Looking across the train lines to my platform I was ecstatic to find that the girls were seated in the shade on my platform.
Don’t you hate when you write down the most best lines and then the computer fucks up. Yep, I lost two pages of information about these two hot girls all because the computer failed to work. What ever happened to these auto saves that happen, they don’t fucken work. I got all the way up to when I was on the train and explained it so fluently of my English but I fucked up. Well, let me take this paragraph to the scraps because after a very, very extensive search on my computer and using some common sense I tracked down the auto save of this entry and have all my information back. So the last four paragraphs, well you decide for yourself how good they were but I’m just glad that it wasn’t wasted. Well, having a second glance at my work I did save most of my work but there still is a paragraph or two missing. That of being on the train and then that of jumping off at Campbelltown, let me elaborate while it is still fresh.
Monday 7:55 p.m.
‘Twas not a day perceived, when thy light didst amend my tears and thy lips didst kiss mine ears
Once again imagination has come to me in the form of poetry and my thoughts were conjured by water, calming my body and relaxing my mind. This last piece of old English was thought up when I was having a shower and as it has happened before for some of my poetry I had to quickly jump out of the shower as not to forget my thoughts. Thought of was that poem for the memory in my mind of the smart girl I feel is Pisces and right for me. How much times do I have to tell myself that I need a portable cassette player so I could record my thoughts during the day and then I could recite them in my Diary.
As I noted in the last entry I was fucked up by the computer and just as I was about to fix it up Jett came over my house. Opening the door to him he handed me the camera and then came out with “Did Min-Su call your house looking for me”. Confirming Min-Su’s call to my house Jett then told me that she called everyone last night looking for Jett. While I was trying to find the auto recovery file of my Diary entry I tried decreasing the size of the text so that neither of us could read it but Jett was too intrigued with his story telling to pay attention to what I was doing. What Jett told me tonight is something that is monumental for his life and something everyone is probably going to think “Yaye, finally”. I’m talking about Min-Su now liking Jett which probably would have been helped by his sincerity, sending her flowers, taking her out and being her best friend for so, so long. Jett told me that he met up with her that night and Min-Su was with Tamsen. Tamsen was being obvious as she usually is with her guileful mind. It took Min-Su two and a half childish hours (As Jett put it in words) to finally confess that she liked Jett.
On her mind was a bike ride for the two of them but for some reason Jett is saying no to her loyalty now. Jett is thinking about going out with her but Min-Su basically told him that she can’t tell her parents she’s going out with someone because they won’t like it. Not wanting to keep their love a secret from Min-Su’s parents Jett just thought Min-Su was being childish again. But this does cut like a double edged sword, so deep and with such razor sharp incision. Jett could be defensive on one end how he is being now as he has a right to demand more after so long of wanting. Then again, if Jett really wanted Min-Su for so long then he should just accept (like he did with her friendship after being turned down) any relationship with her and if she doesn’t want to upset her parents old fashioned thinking, let it be. Jett has to decide whether to stay angry at Min-Su’s confusion and selfish acts or if he can handle being a secret in hopes that one day her parents will accept Min-Su’s plight to have boyfriends.
After Jett’s ten minute story about that night he had seen me eating pasta that my mum had made and made a dash back home so he also could eat. Talking of Saturday coming up, the beach and how this Sunday was such a perfect day for the beach we made our plans, our promises and then farewelled each other. Making my way upstairs mum gave me some money to buy some cordial so once again I donned some shoes, a hat and dashed my way to the shops. This time the sun was almost down and my run lasted the distance to the shops without the sweat. Somewhat out of breath I made my way to the Supermarket, nothing special. Bought my concentrated orange juice and then paying on the way out made my way back home. Having some more pasta and then a shower I ran here to write this.
Coming back to the part where I noticed the two girls on the station (I am making a big deal of this aren’t I) I jogged up the walkway and calmly walked down the other side, around the large building and then to sit opposite of them in the direct sun. This was a stupid move as I was opposed to their vision of me and after a couple of seconds I jumped up, walked into the shade and deciding not to sit on the seat next to them as I would not be able to look at them without looking stupid I chose to lean against the wall in direct view of the both of them.
This made me happy but not to make my decision to move so obvious I kept looking away only glancing at the girls every now and again, smoothly turning my head slowly as if glancing at the surrounding scenery. If ever I thought the girl with the hipsters (The pants that go to your knees and are made of tight but loose denim) had mad boobs this was the time. And to think she wasn’t wearing a bra, her cleavage was definitely perfect and up there. The other smart looking girl was seated behind and next to the hipster girl. That didn’t make it hard to see her as she kept leaning forward and most of the time I would glance at them hipster girl would be glancing at me and that’s when I started to think “Hey wait a minute, this blonde beauty likes me too”. That idea came true to my head when I busted her looking at me once and surprised and embarrassed her eyes twitched a fraction as she knew she was busted.
The Campbelltown train made its way to Platform two and jumping up to board the train I was hoping that the two girls were indeed from Campbelltown and only using platform three for shade. There were a couple of people on these platforms and all of them were out of the sun so I had a chance. Jumping onto the train I noticed the girls were indeed from Campbelltown but strangely they were making their way down carriages, two away from me. That must have been due to the crazy westie guy wheeling a pram that sat next to the smart girl. It was fairly obvious why he sat there and he’s just a perverted mother fucker. That was somewhat fateful as when he sat down I looked at the smart girl and we both exchanged looks as if to say “I feel sorry for you having to sit next to him”.
Wheels of the train began their pump towards Campbelltown. Sweat had formed onto my cheek and body while outside but with the faint breeze of the air conditioner, the sun outside was no harm to my cooled surrounding. In the back of my mind hope was that the two girls were feeling cool as I was. Hoping that the girls would jump off at Campbelltown I had my doubts. But my chances were evening up as there were only two stops, Glenfield and Campbelltown and as Glenfield passed us and I didn’t see the girls jump off I was elated. Campbelltown coming closer was a blessing to my thoughts and jumping off the train I took a slight glance backwards as I was in front of the girls. Walking slower than usual I was surprised to see the girls caught up. Pacing my way down the last set of stairs I was side by side with the smart girl. The two girls headed towards the bus stops and I knew then they lived locally. Walking towards the underground walkway I took a look back, so did the smart girl. Just before heading into the tunnel I took one last look back and so did the girl.
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.
