Lotus was natural looking, young at heart, young in age and most importantly, looked pure. I love girls that look pure above anything else, if a girl looks slutty or trained to think that men are bastards then I won’t get along with them or go out with them. Girls that give out are no challenge to me and aren’t worth going out with, girls that are pure are worth the challenge and when you look at my weakening infatuation with the most purest, Jewell, you will understand my ways and beliefs. The girls just lived up the street and looking at their time they had to head home for dinner. Saying goodbye to each other they made their way home. Shawn had disappeared into the water but came back as soon as I lay back on my towel. Just after this Binh and the rest of them came back out and watching the girls walk away I noticed they didn’t look back once. When they got to the end of the walkway in the distance they met up with another one of their friends. Pointing back down at us one of the girls waved, I think it was Lotus. Waving back to them in the distance they got a bit embarrassed and kept walking, back to their house to have dinner.
Now was my time to jump in the water but I told Binh if he jumped in so would I. He had no problem with that so stripping off my shirt I ran up to the edge of the sand before the ocean. Running to the water I ran back and then in two circles before I finally gained enough courage to just charge into the ocean. Halfway out I started to get cold but the thought of a girl out there in a nice blue bikini top and large breasts permitted me to keep going. Vedat was still in the water and this is when him and me started talking, mainly about the blue bikini top girl. Waves soared over and we soared higher trying not to wet my hair too much. Binh made his way deep into the waters and kept himself there for a while. Vedat came out first and then Binh decided to get out five minutes after, that left me, bikini girl and her two guy friends in the water. That whole time extra in the water was to get used to the water, to have fun and look at bikini girl. Yes, I did want to approach her but I gathered one of the guys would have been with her.
Jumping out of the water I noticed the Lotus and her friend in the distance at the shops making their way back home, that was the last I had seen of them. All six of us started playing touch football with a tennis ball and at first we were losing. Making the lines close to the beach you could run into the ocean and score if you wanted to. I had some fun tackling Binh in the water getting us wet again and I almost scored a try but the ball fell out of my hand. Tapping it back up in the air twice I thudded onto the ground and the ball was nowhere in sight. My aim of passing was bad and hitting Shawn in the balls he had to sit out for a little while. In that little while I jumped back in the water because a group of young girls were toying with the idea of swimming.
Jumping back out of the water after a relaxing swim I noticed another game happening. This time someone threw the ball deep into the ocean and when it landed everyone started to run for it. Obviously, the winner was the one who held the ball first. Everyone won a game or two and at the end, Binh, a young guy and myself were left, fatigued but still playing. Throwing the ball in Binh caught in then throwing it further in the other guy caught it. Once more the guy threw the ball way into the water and I conked out, floating on top of the water not buggering to compete. Finally we headed out of the water and dried ourselves up. The sun was almost behind the big Earth and as the sun set and the wind picked up we made our way to the cars.
Making our way to the local fish and chip shop we bought a large box of chips, a scallop and fish cocktail for everyone. Also buying some drinks we jumped back into the cars and headed to Stanwell Park Lookout to eat our food. The darkness descended upon us and in fifteen minutes we made it to Stanwell. Shawn was telling me how he almost stacked it along these roads and on the same trip Binh stacked it. It was their first time driving the windy roads and as Shawn took a corner too fast he hit the gravel and flung backwards off his bike. Luckily his hands were still on the handlebars but because of that he pulled the throttle harder and he went faster, quickly. Managing to kick his feet off the road his feet were dragging across he jumped back onto his bike and regained control. Stopping he looked back in his rear vision mirror and had seen Binh sprawled on the ground in a daze. Leroy had a real bad crash down there once, a head on with a car that he doesn’t even remember. He was going around a corner too fast and crossed the middle line into oncoming traffic. Ned was there to see the whole thing and from what he had seen, Leroy flipped four times before hitting the ground with a hard thud.
Stepping out at Stanwell Lookout I could see the whole of Wollongong, it looked excellent. There was an abundance of moths flying around our heads and while we were eating our chips and placing them on bread to make sandwiches it started to get on our nerves. Half an hour we sat there in darkness looking at the great view and enjoying the food, my second meal of the day. Because Shawn called me so early I hadn’t eaten for the day and jumping into his car I brought along a sandwich that mum had quickly made for me. Making our way home we listened once again to Wu Tang and DJ Rectangle. Because it was so windy and cold outside it was a godsend that Shawn had air conditioning and as he turned it on my whole body eased tension.
The time now is 4:07 a.m. and I told myself that I would try and simplify my sentences but that obviously didn’t work. I started typing in this at 11:30 p.m. it’s been four and a half hours without fail. I’m almost finished because nothing much happened after I got home but let me tell you, I’m not going to have much sleep tonight if I’m going to the beach tomorrow with Shawn. Tomorrow I have to visit the link early so I’ll write for another half an hour and that will give me six hours of sleep.
Now back to my story, Binh drove to Rosemeadow to drop off his friends and we waved each other goodbye. On the highway we noticed Keith’s car pulled over and stopping to talk to him he didn’t look too happy to talk with Shawn or see me in the car. Keith was talking to Binh on the phone and he was seeing if they wanted to head to the movies. Keith also invited the two of us along but I was ready to head home, I was tired from the sand and salt water. Shawn dropped me off at home and grabbing all the things at my feet we made plans to head for Cronulla tomorrow or at least Miranda if it wasn’t hot and then I walked to my front door. Suddenly I realized that my wallet was still in Shawn’s glove compartment and as he drove up the street I knew I had to give him a call. Walking into my room I noticed that I got a bit of a tan at the beach, it was noticeable and a little brown.
Calling Shawn’s house I knew he wouldn’t be home yet but speaking sarcastically and with lots of questions to his sister I kept her on the phone until Shawn came home. Shawn’s sister thought I was Binh and then she said “Is this Tony is it.” His sister knew I was the one with the long hair and as I explained myself more to her she said I was the one that was broker than Shawn. From that I gathered that Shawn must have said something about me to her at some point. Before Shawn came home I told her to tell him that he had stolen someone’s wallet and as he walked in the door and she said that he said “What are you on about.” She congregated with me and then saying that he had it in his glove compartment and I was in his car just then he gathered that I was on the phone. The gag was over and as his sister said goodbye to me Shawn and I talked. Shawn told me that he was going to have a shower but after that he would come over to my house and return my wallet.
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.
