Things have been so hectic these past couple of days that I have to write my shit one day behind, late. It’s really early in the morning and judging by the fact that I have to write still about last night and now I have to write about tonight’s happenings I’m going to be writing one day behind again.
If you want to know exactly what I’m doing now you better be prepared for the worst case scenario. Please excuse me for being stupid so early in the morning but let me elaborate on what I am doing while writing this entry. Just coming home a short while ago I had just visited the toilet and now I am sitting in my room, butt naked writing in my Diary. The weird but acceptable behavior that I am showing now by myself in my room can be seen in two ways, perverted or mysterious. Myself I would like to think I am a mysterious being. As you all know or know now, I am not circumcised and while here naked I am pulling back my foreskin, not repeatedly. This is usually a form of cleaning yourself and I will be doing that in a second when I am up to have a shower. Rather, putting my fingers around the head where I have just urinated I bring that to my senses of smell. In other words, I am curious to know what my piss smells like so early in the morning and I do believe I have the answer. I’m not really sure how to explain it but it does have a certain attractive morning dew or wet, cut grass smell towards it despite the obvious. It’s no ‘Cool Water’ cologne but in small quantities this chemical fragrance can be tolerated.
Now to the real shit, coming home from the City on Friday night with Min-Su, Shawn, Tatton, Jett, Fred and I. Our story on the train continues with the me making my way upstairs to sit two seats away from four ladies aged around 20 to 26. There wasn’t a pretty one within them but before I could head off Shawn and then rest came upstairs. Being pestered to make a move towards them I done some dumb shit and started waving with my fingers and giving them smiles. Unluckily the eldest of the four of them was paying attention and despite my antics she was trying not to laugh. With a smirk on her face I started whispering towards them and then the rest of us started whispering but they didn’t turn around. This went on until one of the women basically said out aloud “Oh, fuck off” and not taking that as a direct insult we kept going. Because of what she had said I was giving her a practiced devil look, rather the look of ‘Mortimer’ and everyone was laughing at the outcome.
The time came for me to get serious and knowing that I couldn’t win them over now, might as well make them laugh or make them think that I am crazy. Starting to undo my jacket in a stripping and sexy kind of way I kept getting a smirk off one of the girls. The other girl facing us was starting to look more often, maybe even getting aroused. Trying to get their attention even more I started to pull down my shirt and then as they noticed my dull-witted attempts for attention I started to pull my shirt up. Starting now to be a larrikin I brought out the arm action and flexing my muscles while pointing in a direction I sarcastically spoke to Shawn asking “Have you seen what’s that way.” From there I took off my shirt until it was over my head and from there I stripped all the way. Standing up on occasion I was receiving looks but I’m sure they were thinking that I was an idiot. Still, I was having fun and knowing that they were all trogs anyway I didn’t get bothered.
The girls jumped off at Leumeah and meeting back up with Jett and Min-Su we made our way to Campbelltown and then jumped off. Making our way to Shawn’s car Tatton, Shawn and I had a plan to go out or get back to the City but the people who wanted to come home were starting to become impossible. Once at the car Shawn told us that he can’t drive six people in his car again because he was drinking and myself along with Tatton opted to stay behind and wait for Shawn to come back and pick them up. Min-Su was being stubborn and selfish as she told us that she didn’t have to be home until 3:00 a.m. it was 2:15 a.m. That pissed most of us off because we could have been in the City for a little longer but we weren’t because of Min-Su’s persistency.
For at least ten minutes we were sitting there helpless to make the situation any more understandable. We were only being held back by stupidity but as Shawn turned his car on and started to get pissed off he asked who was jumping in the car. Min-Su, Fred and Jett jumped in and giving them a farewell they closed the doors and were on their way home.
Tatton and I began our walk to Queen Street where we were to meet Shawn on his way back, at the crossing. While there we cruised up and down the street looking for nice girls and upon reaching the crossing we found them, two of them. The only problem that I found as I sat myself down in their view and in view of cars was that they were with two guys. Tatton went to relieve himself in the corner somewhere and I noticed looking at the more attractive girl that she resembled Bielka, Lyssa’s better friend. This girl resembled Bielka so much that I mistook her for Bielka in the first place but as we made eye contact I realized it was someone completely different. This girl was very, very drunk and as time passed I started to realize that they might not have been with the two guys they were talking to, maybe the guys were doing the same thing I wanted to do, talk to them. Tatton made his way back and for a couple of minutes they were around and then they made their way up the street, without the guys. That made me happy as Tatton and I jumped up when some safe distance was made.
Wandering up Queen Street in pursuit of a Bielka look alike I wished Shawn was a tad faster so we could track them down in the car. There would have been more confidence coming from me if I was stepping out of a car. While on our journey up the street I had Tatton try and call Keith and then when his phone didn’t answer he called Binh who was supposed to be with him. Binh answered his phone and as Tatton talked to them we realized they too were in Campbelltown and making our way back down Queen Street we bumped into them. Driving up the street, for the second time I noticed Binh’s brand new car and it looked like an Asian car, done up, perfect body kit, tinted windows and plastic. Binh, Keith and Ralf were in the car and as they stopped off we walked up to the car and spoke to them for a short while. Telling them that we were considering heading back into the City we asked them along but all three of them were prepared to get to sleep. With that Binh said his bye bye’s and Tatton and I began waiting once again.
The time was 2:30 a.m. and driving up the street was Shawn. Tatton and I jumped in the car and then we looked for a spot to park before Chevy’s came out. Before that we drove towards Ingleburn for Shawn’s fascination with Tessa. Shawn gave Tessa a call and at 2:30 a.m. in the morning we spoke to her, barely half awake trying to persuade her to come outside. But, she wasn’t persuaded enough and so she went back to sleep, sweet sleep. From there we made our way to Chevy’s and that’s when we parked it.
Awaiting everyone to come out I was wondering if Lyssa was going to pop out of there but as my anticipation and phobia grew I was relieved to find Lyssa wasn’t at Chevy’s. Beauty galore was not at this event in Chevy’s and even though some good girls came out most of them were pretty ordinary. Zola and Simba were also there and I have to say without sounding too rude, Zola has gotten heavy and in a pretty big way too since last I had seen of her. Simba was about the same size as I have known her but man, Zola had changed.
Also there was Rowena and from last I had seen her walking towards Bradbury as I was walking (or in a car I can’t remember) to Campbelltown, I still think she is pretty hot now. At Chevy’s she wore black and black and with her outstanding blonde hair she looked hot, what more can you say. Heck, I used to like her at school but the only detrimental part of Phoenix was that her nose was a bit out or weird.
Then there was another girl that looked absolutely gorgeous as a result of what she wore. Apart from the white high heels, she had peroxide blonde hair almost to her ass, a white skirt that was shorter than a quarter mile race with two jet engines on a motorcycle, and a black unrevealing top. That was the good thing about this girl, she looked hot with what she wore but she didn’t cross the line of being slutty, far from it.
When all was viewed it was time to get home and jumping into Shawn’s car after fifteen minutes outside of it we made our way. Not even 100 meters up the street Shawn was pulled over by a cop and he was shitting himself because this would be the time everyone would be cracking down on drunken drivers, coming out of Chevy’s. Shawn had been drinking at the City and anything would have gotten him over the limit. As he blew into the little straw he must have been wondering if three hours would have been enough to wash down three beers, I think not. Like a miracle, Shawn was not booked and if he was he would have been sent to jail for the night to sober up, those are the rules.
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.
