There were a couple of good songs last night that were more dance music and I liked them heaps. The songs were great to dance to and as we were coming home and Keith told me he had most of them on CD I asked him to bring them over one day. There was one song that is popular at night clubs but I don’t know the name, where it started to get quieter and with that people started sinking closer and closer to the ground. When the music had almost faded half the people on the dance floor were on the ground and as the music came back on we all started jumping up and down. That was the second and last time that security intervened with our fun and I thought I was going to get busted for my shoes one time as a security flashed a red laser on Keith for picking me up and chucking me higher in the air but I was lucky for most of the night.
The second eventful part of the evening was when some rap music started to play and everyone in our group came back to the dance floor. Formed in the middle of the floor was a circle with our group and Ace’s friends and that was the attraction for a couple of songs as people kept jumping into the middle and doing their thing. Ralf and Vedat were doing some moves, so was Ace and a couple of other faces and we even got lucky with a couple of girls jumping into the 20 strong circle. The whole dance floor was attracted to the gathering within the circle.
Around 2:00 a.m. I was called out by Keith and walking to some seats near the bar Ralf told me that he wanted to go home soon. Persuading him to stay a bit more he gave me some money to buy a drink as I was thirsty as hell. While there I noticed the bar-girl was pretty attractive but as everyone else got served the bar people forgot about me. Along with pissing me off I knew I was in the open for security to notice my shoes and seeing Shawn I stepped next to him and a bit in front of him so I would be concealed somewhat. That didn’t work, security came up to me, the same guys I think from the front door and they asked me how I got in. Making up some bullshit that the guys downstairs let me in and swearing by my story they didn’t believe me and I didn’t even get a drink despite how thirsty I was. Being escorted outside I told Binh I was being kicked out, if I hadn’t they wouldn’t have known. That pissed me off because I was having a great night and the bouncers weren’t letting me stay inside despite my plea. Once I got my drink I was going to head back into the crowd and dance with some girl, it didn’t matter who but I didn’t really care if I got knocked back. That dream was now gone and heading out I knew that this would be the last I had seen of JEM’s for the night.
Binh gave me his drink as I was catching the elevator, security told me I couldn’t take the drink on the lift. To piss them off I kept drinking as they held the elevator open with a couple of people inside and I was going to drink slow enough so the group would go down but I finished up and jumped on. There was a girl with huge breasts due to her push up bra, she was pretty good looking but she had a jealous boyfriend that ran off on her when they were downstairs. Trying to find myself a shop to get a drink I started walking up the street but I was called back by Binh and Keith who had come out to sit with me. Getting kicked out wasn’t that bad because the rest of them wanted to head off but I was going to stay in Tatton’s car and go home at closing time if I hadn’t been kicked out.
Ralf took ages in coming out and when he finally did he almost stepped in some spew that was produced a couple of minutes before. Keith and Binh were predicting that Ralf (Also known as Coconut or the Black Sheep) would step in it, he just missed it. Jumping in Coconut’s car we headed to a petrol station where I bought myself another drink and then jumping into Ralf’s car we headed home, back to Campbelltown. Binh was trying to get some sleep in the back seat and pulling up to Queen Street at 3:00 a.m. we checked out the people leaving from Chevy’s before making our way home.
Keith was dropped off first and then we made our way to my house because Binh left his wallet and horror mask at my house. I’ve also lent my camera to Binh for tonight because tonight is Halloween and he’s going to the Pizza Hut Halloween thing at the bowling alley. Binh asked if I wanted to go but the tickets were $10 and I didn’t want to hang around with the Pizza Sluts anyway. You have to wear a Halloween Costume and Binh was going to lend me his Horror Face but I didn’t want to. Nevertheless, I asked Binh to take pictures of Marisol (Which I once again found out from Keith is her name, not Marley like Simon told me), let’s hope he does.
Today I woke up at 1:00 p.m. by a call from Lyssa on the phone. Last night I got to sleep at 5:00 a.m. in the morning so I would consider that a good sleep. After some greetings Lyssa asked me about my night last night and not going into too much detail I told her that it was good but I didn’t consider it as good as Penrith Panthers. After my five minutes of talking about my night I took the liberty of asking Lyssa what she had done for her night at the Catholic Club. I don’t want to sound vain in this sentence but it seems that my weekends are much better than what Lyssa is doing for hers. Back when Lyssa was going out with me I used to sit at home or go out with Ali while Lyssa was out at various Night Clubs paying hordes of money on entry but now here I am, paying my way and delving my name on the dance floors.
Lyssa spoke candidly of her night as she told me she was down there with Penelope but ended up sitting with Devon, Kobi and the rest of them. Lyssa was bought heaps of drinks last night and near the end she walked off with Imad (The one who likes Lyssa and is cousins with Penelope) to play the pokies. For two hours they sat there as he bet $80 and lost it all and at the end of night they lost everyone. Lyssa left when the Catholic Club closed and got a lift home with Imad, probably how he wanted it. The both of them stopped at the Kebab store near Mobil and had something to eat and talked before Lyssa was dropped off at home. Ralf called me up while Lyssa and I were speaking and knowing we talked about heading to Miranda the night before that is what was going through my mind. Nevertheless, Ralf wanted to talk to me about the day and how he was traveling to see his brother Wilfrid in jail and he was also heading to see Keith at work. Informing Ralf that I was on the phone I told him I would ring back later so we could discuss it.
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.
