Well, today certainly has been full of intrigue and unexpected events, some good, some bad. For example, Lyssa came over my house tonight after I picked her up from the City and we got down and into it. What could have been detrimental to the month was the fact that I lost my gold necklace but I found it later in the night, hidden in the sheets of my bed. Another good little point about the day was that this morning I woke up at 9:30 a.m. and I could have kept myself awake as I walked to the toilet but I gathered I had nothing to do so I slept once again. When the time reached 11:30 a.m. I finally woke up hours before my usual time and hopefully I can repeat my early day tomorrow.
Tomorrow is the big day at Liverpool RSL and from what I heard today while I was out with Keith, Ralf will be buying the tickets. Getting off work around 1:00 p.m. tomorrow Ralf is driving to see Keith and then coming to pick me up at my house so we can both drive out and buy the tickets for the nightclub. Lyssa is going with Nikita, Kieran and Kiley to the Catholic Club and she stressed the point that she was going to get so shattered that everyone will have to catch a cab home. Lyssa told me that when you are totally shattered from drinking too much you can’t move around too much or everything becomes a blur. If you focus on one person that’s all you will be able to see as everything in the background that you haven’t focused on while drunk becomes obsolete. If you move you have to do it very slowly and if you spin around you will most probably fall down. That is the life of a drunk and Lyssa along with all her friends are pissing up big time tomorrow.
For the next two hours being awake I had myself a shower, something to eat and played the computer until the time was 1:15 p.m. Figuring that Lyssa would give me a call the time was running up so I gathered I would call her work because I was stressed that she didn’t give me a call last night, the silence was bothering me. That was the first thing I asked when I spoke to Lyssa, why didn’t she give me a call last night. Apologizing for not having called me Lyssa informed me that she came back home at 10:00 p.m. from her dinner and before she got the chance to call me Ali came over with his new RX7. Lyssa jumped in a back seat she described as tight and not even having enough room to fit one person. From there they headed to Stan’s house who is the guy that accompanies the front seat of Ali’s car these days and has taken my once engrossed chair. Until 11:30 p.m. Lyssa was kept at Stan’s house. Ali is supposedly putting in a turbo to his RX7 Rotary, it should go a bit better. Now I gather that Ali’s car would beat Keith’s car by a length or two but I’m still not certain.
Lyssa informed me that her horoscope had told her that she should have sex this week, it was imperative. As Lyssa and I laughed about that she said “I guess I’d better come over your house then.” Knowing I could turn this around to favor me I asked Lyssa over and she didn’t hesitate to say yes to following the directions of her horoscope. The time was nearing 1:30 p.m. and I informed Lyssa that I would leave in half an hour to head for the City where I would meet Lyssa after she finished work. Lyssa was fine with that plan and we went on to plan a bus trip to my house. Practically from nowhere this idea came. From a Horoscope that is involved with fate and if so, my fate charm had something to do with it. If that is also true then the fact that my fate charm came off and gave me a scare just after Lyssa and I were finished at my house might also have some significance or it might be trying to tell me something.
Preparing myself for the City I made my way out around 2:00 p.m. and came to Campbelltown station half an hour later. My train was for 20 minutes so I headed to Leumeah where I bought myself a ticket and then waited there until my train arrived. The almost hour long trip was serene as usual and nothing was really going through my mind. Making my way out of St. James I entered a cold breeze and started to feel a bit cold with only a bonds shirt on. However, this was enough to keep me warm through the rest of the night until we made it to my house.
Making my way to Lyssa’s building I sat myself on the cushioned seat downstairs and made myself very relaxed. Being over half an hour early I sat diagonal to the chair with both my feet hanging just off the seat with each other. One hand sprawled over one arm rest and the other hand’s elbow clutching the back of the seat, the hand fondling the back of my head where my hair was up in a ponytail. I’m not sure if I have Hay Fever or a proper cold but I seem to have picked it up when I was sneezing a lot. Not only do I have a cold (Which I can bear at night when I am sleeping as my nock doesn’t block that much) but my eyes are frequently irritated and there are pimples in between my shoulder blades that I constantly scratch. The scratching either came from the suntan I got from the beach or from this sickness because they both came around the same time.
For ten minutes I watched people walking in and out of the building and then by surprise Nikita came around the corner. The both of us started chatting as I told Nikita that I had just come from a temping agency instead of the truth, Lyssa and I were meeting and then heading for my house. Curious to find out what floor Lyssa worked on Nikita swiftly popped over to the notice board and then told me she was headed upstairs to see Lyssa for a quick second. From what I had told Nikita, Lyssa wanted to also go shopping after work and Nikita just wanted to go straight home so that would have been the conversation. As Nikita came back downstairs she just told me Lyssa would be ten minutes but a minute later Lyssa appeared downstairs and invited us up to her work office to sit down as she would be a bit late. Taking advantage of this as I have not seen the inside of Lyssa’s work Nikita and I made our way up to the 9th floor with Lyssa. Nikita had been up once before to see Lyssa but as I entered Lyssa’s floor it reminded me exactly of the place that I was boasting to Lyssa about, being sarcastic about how it was a couple of floors higher than Lyssa’s on Market Street or the next one down. However, this was the job where the nice looking young lady boss interviewed me and I gather I didn’t get the job because she didn’t want a pretty boy to be bothering her.
Nikita and I sat down, Nikita on the two seater lounge and I on the seat. Using Sarcasm with Nikita I got her to read a magazine as I noticed Lyssa’s friend on Reception had a smile on her face like it was a funny big thing how Lyssa brought her friends up to such a secluded place. It was like the Delhi Lama, this place was like the burial site of Jesus and only the chosen ones get to see it, or that’s what the company thought. Seating myself next to Nikita she shared the magazine with me and we flicked through the pages awaiting Lyssa. Flicking through the pages I would make a comment about pretty girls with nice clothes on and turning the page where there was a guy in the nude with his back turned to the camera I asked her if that done anything for her. Nikita seemed to be refined when it came to adoring men and their bodies. It seems that it’s hard to please Nikita as she would prefer to see a guy in an Armani Suit than to see him flexed and naked in front of her. Nikita didn’t really have any interest in any guys but she told me that Wild-Child from Manpower was pretty hot.
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.
