Like hounds hunting for prey, craving for meat as we all were, enchanted by sudden hunger we entered. The realm was clad with brazen walls and passing through an entrance almost held there by greeting and craven hands were our unknown faces, the mystery that clouded our strengths undermined the competition. Gliding first through the corridors, then a larger much bulkier friend that would intimidate most anyone there. Hither came Ralf, unbeknownst to all, so defiant and unchallenged. Eyes didst flourish from within the entrance upon mine proud stride and then that of Ralf’s. Behind these two cultivated seeds was that of Lucas, tall and obscure and as transparent and cynical as what Simon would have appeared behind him.
Releasing our clutch upon the already opened doors they slowly swung as a pendulum and finally closed behind us. This new terrain that was surveyed by all our eyes was distant to what we knew as we were barbarians, running through another’s hunting ground. Pray we did find, in the form of power and some took shape with beautiful legs and bearing ineffable bodies. Most eyes were upon us and noticeably; most eyes were of pure breed, of Lebanese culture. Ordering our meal as we were in familiarly charted territory we sat down with our delights and as all three seated with me enjoyed for their few seconds peace of mind, mine was to scope, to stare, to survey and to acknowledge my surroundings. None but the reflections of the windows were staring back at us and for that reason I let down my guard for a second, to adore legs that I could see, seated with two males and another female, all Lebanese.
Glaring was the direction my eyes were looking towards and fulfilled was the justification my eyes received. My mistake was to try and share my wealth with what I thought would be some great wealth of information. Leaning over to whisper to Lucas I noted what I had seen and trying to become an inconspicuous character Lucas leant forward, jumped slightly out of his seat, took a sip of his drink and then sat back down. Informing me of no progress Lucas told me that he looked at the Lebanese girl whom had looked directly at Lucas. From that ricochet of an action the girl looked at me, back at Lucas, back at me then had a word to her boyfriend who then took a look at Lucas. Cunning was my objective and cunning was the feedback received but there could only be one victor of this turn of events. Pride over passion, their regard over my appetite, my craving, my lust.
If you knew of my night so far you would understand my craving and lust but let that be explained in a later chapter. Seconds after our final confrontation the horde of Lebanese left, without so much as a backward glance. I’d like to think that Ralf’s tactical decoy of eating was working to our favor, I could only hope. Who knows what happened in the mind of the girl I helplessly looked at and the group she called her friends but they were proud enough to leave without feeling our wrath. Only I felt the victor, only I knew what was really going on and for that I was proud. Proud to have warded off leaders of their own town and from a place known to all of them, Macdonald’s. Yes, we were the outsiders to a Lebanese land and as we were rare and not known, unfamiliar to their senses they played us cautiously and had made us the victor but them, the victor in defeat and relinquishment.
That is all I have to glorify of my night out tonight. At first we had no idea what we were really doing but when Keith came over with Shawn, Ralf and Simon we tried to figure out our night. After a big dispute at Lucas’s house and leaving Ralf stranded we planned our night. Making our way to Tatton’s house we met up with Min-Su, Jett and Tamsen. Jett and Min-Su are now going out as they proved when we all traveled to Wollongong to visit the beach. There were heaps of beautiful girls there but sadly, I wasn’t dressed for any occasion, neither was anyone I was with. As a result we didn’t visit the bar we could have visited and only talked to one girl from Bradbury. Keith must have had a bonk with Tamsen because he was gone for most of the time and as Tamsen drove home with Jett, Min-Su and Shawn we made our way to the City.
Keith’s car conked out halfway to the City and he opted to go home with Tatton in his car. So that left me, Ralf, Lucas and Simon in one car as we headed further into the City. When there we made our way to the rocks and then to the wharf where we noticed a boat pulling up with heaps of gorgeous girls on board. Walking up the street Ralf pulled out his red laser and acted like it was a gun sight and shining it on people. For some reason people were once again yielding to say something, Ralf must be a big detriment to someone’s mind. For the rest of the night we visited strip joints and then on the way home, the first paragraph and the remainder of the paragraphs happened. Coming home I didn’t shut up because I was getting overtired and Lucas along with myself kept bothering Ralf while he slept.
Finally I was dropped off home and here I am ready to relax now with my eyes. Just thought I should add that piece of literature at the start because I felt like writing as if out of a novel. Mustn’t have done a great job due to the early morning and late sleep I need but I’ll see when I wake up my work. Just two more thoughts that were in my head before I sign off. Tatton was being sad tonight because Jett finally got with Min-Su. Not that Tatton ever had a chance with Min-Su, he went for a walk, noticed the two of them kissing and then got depressed and as usually one would say, he wanted to better himself, start working out, get into shape, you know the deal. Tatton also likes talking about tossing off and while we were parked out the front of his house we noticed that he was tossing off in his room from in between the blinds.
The other reminder I must say to my mind is that it has been almost three weeks and no mention from Jewell. Not that I really care for her calling me (Probably because I’ll tell her to get lost anyway) I thought I should just add that to my computer. Jewell wasn’t an addiction and doesn’t feel like when Lyssa smokes. Rather than having been addicted, like the first time I ever quit smoking and with most things, I just quit them cold and that’s it, no more. That’s certainly been happening now and I’m proud and happy of what has occurred as I can move on with my life but what would this entry be without even a mention. One more thing before I head off and then wake up later today to write in full my night. While driving in the front of Keith’s car today Tamsen told me that she had seen Ali’s car in Campbelltown gearing up for some runs. When we drove past I noticed Ali’s car and seeing him I just felt like breaking his jaw and his head in right there. Can’t tell what I’m going to be like when I actually see him in person and he tries to talk to me. I have so much animosity towards him that he’d be on the floor before he even knew I was in his face…
Monday 1:49 p.m.
Sleep was brisk, light was continuous, boredom was not relevant and a thought kept running through my mind “Each man is entitled to one sexual bout in his life-span.” That last comment was meant for Tatton who has lucked out so much in his life, well, it’s just not funny. Where does Tatton think he can get in good with Min-Su I will never know but last night, Tatton felt remorse seeing Jett and Min-Su getting it on. Yep, we all traveled to Wollongong, then the City and almost everyone, actually everyone went.
To start the night let me speak of the beginning. Last night I did give Lyssa a call but she luckily wasn’t home. Lucky I say because the atmosphere after that was peaceable. For an hour or two I waited and then as the time reached 8:30 p.m. I received a call. Keith was telling me to be ready in one minute as they were coming down with his car and Simon’s car. Getting dressed I headed out when they arrived and seeing that Shawn and Ralf were in Simon’s car I jumped in the front of Keith’s car as he waited. Greeting Keith he told me of the plans for the night. We were to drive to Simon’s house, sit in his house and make plans for the night and then leave.
Cutting the chase scene, we made our way to Simon’s house and parking out the front we made our way to the front door. Simon and the rest of them were already in there and as Shawn was passing through Lucas came to the door. With a stern and angry look on his face he looked as if he wasn’t going to let Keith and I in and as Shawn walked past him he said “Do you want me to hold them back man,” being sarcastic. Lucas was being a bit of a prick I must admit and he asked for Keith to say “Sorry” which I think is overrated. Keith also wanted an apology for when Lucas dogged us first and there we sat out the front arguing about apology. Only being caught in the middle and not wanting to hear it myself, I made my way back to Keith’s car. I didn’t need to walk into Lucas’s house and I certainly didn’t need his conversation.
Keith walked back to his car where I was and as I sat there, arms crossed and legs crossed leaning against the car we just waited, anticipating. Shawn soon came out and knowing that we wanted to head out Keith lured Ralf out by telling him that we were going to a nightclub. Keith told me that Ralf never liked missing out on a night out so he would come out. Ralf started speaking from inside the house and finally he came out not believing that we were going to a nightclub. Keeping with his original story Simon then came out and he was also one that wanted to go out but not take his car.
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.
