What a dramatic turnaround of events, this contradiction, this surprise that I have produced shall shock even the most discerning viewers. If this was a Hollywood Blockbuster you would not be able to pick the twist that happened last night. From one twist to another, it just got greater and greater, larger. Before I begin upon that landmark direction of literature let me just note what was spoken of last night, stuck in my head.
While speaking I uttered that I don’t like Customer Service and wouldn’t work at a petrol station because of having to talk to people. I’m just not a people person and then I added that the most loathed jobs for me would have to be telemarketing and Reception as both also deal with talking to people but over the phone. It was added that I might be conscious of what people think of me and am scared to open up which is true.
Then there’s the factor that when I speak on the phone at home, if there is anyone in my room at the time I would change my style of talking. Rather than speak freely I think of everything that I say because it feels as if everyone is listening and they are. That leads me to either be secretive, quieter, less talkative or gives me the need to talk at a later time, alone. Doubts are a progressive concern unaided and unattended. If you doubt then Murphy’s law will doubt what you doubt and it will become exposed. This I say to what I wrote in the last line of my last entry, it happened.
Last night though started off around 9:30 p.m. when Keith picked me up to head to Mobil. Imad told me that he was coming over around midnight but he didn’t come over. Instead, mum told me that he gave me a call around 10:30 p.m. obviously I wasn’t home. Keith and I were alone in his Accordia as we made our journey to Mobil and parking our car we noted that the runs were on and Ali was driving past and heading into his usual spot, behind Mobil. Strolling like a hit man towards the entrance of Mobil I made my way inside and then toned down on the attitude.
Speaking with Tatton at the counter not even for a couple of seconds my eyes turned to the window behind him, specifically the two girls walking towards the shop. One with Blonde hair, well you know who they were, Lyssa and Penelope. Seeing Penelope and then seeing Lyssa walking with her made me think in my head “Oh shit” as if I didn’t want to bump into them. Lyssa was alright, I didn’t mind bumping into her at all but Penelope will always bother me. Trying to act conservative I walked around the shop and as Lyssa walked in I nodded my head at her, she smiled. Penelope gave me a peek out of the corner of her eye but that’s all the courage she could muster. Upon buying herself what she wanted they were both walking out the door and Lyssa stopped to say a couple of words. Happy with this and with Keith reading a magazine and Tatton behind the counter I waited until Penelope pissed off out of our view and then took Lyssa to the front of the doorway.
Closing behind us was the sliding glass doors and as Penelope was discretely out of our view and around to see Ali I thought to myself “Great, Penelope can mind her own business now but before she had to open her big mouth.” Just a bit angry that I had seen Penelope and a little nervous talking with Lyssa I wasn’t uncomfortable once we were alone and together. Just seeing Lyssa with Penelope made it hard to talk to her in front of people (Especially Penelope) and I probably sounded rude when I told Lyssa she should scoot off with her friend. Lyssa just told me that she was in her first hellie for the night. Ali was doing doughies in the car and Lyssa was in the back seat asking him to stop, lucky for him he did stop. Lyssa then told me how they’ve been chasing runs all night and how Ali ran a car or two with Lyssa in the car. Apart from talk of Ali the conversation was very productive and although it lasted about five minutes it meant a lot to me that Lyssa and I were talking so freely.
Walking back into the store Keith and I just waited for Tatton to cash up for the night and when he was finally done we jumped into the car for a drive. The runs are a good source of fun I feel but Keith seems to place them into words such as “If you would like to put kilometers on your tachometer just driving around in pursuit of runs that never happen, go ahead.” Keith doesn’t like visiting the runs, Keith doesn’t like running his car and that’s the downside because I do. Hungry as a horse was Tatton and with that in mind we made our way to Ingleburn where the new Petrol Station is, where the people that run tend to go. There was a food place in there and parking the car, letting the turbo wind down we made our entrance. Tatton was eager to shout both Keith and I and I couldn’t help but to feel like Lyssa at the Catholic Club, always getting shouted.
For the last couple of days I’ve been eating out a lot and a downside to being out a lot is that you tend not to have as much meals at home. So, I have quality meals (Most of the times for free) out with my friends but I tend to miss out on my breakfast for half the day. Tatton shouted me for a shish kebab, a drink and hot chips. Sitting down and devouring into our food Sublime and going out of Friday night to the City. Well, asking Lyssa about Sublime today she told me that I would hate it and only junkies that shoot up and have speed go there. That pretty much turned me off but I didn’t think I would be going anyway. Besides, Keith told me today that Shawn and Tatton probably won’t end up going, it will fall through. Trying to dig deep into my mind I can’t recall much else we talked about as we sat there but while we were seated plenty of cars from the runs whizzed past. In the selected many was Tod with his Torana and Ali drove past but he didn’t stop. Lyssa on the phone today told me that she had seen me inside eating with Keith, fancy that.
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.
