Burgers and Silly Games
Anyway, the first place we visited when driving in Ralf’s car was Macdonald’s because I was hungry as was he. Having money that was given to me by dad I bought myself a meal with some orange juice, great stuff. It’s funny how all of Watty’s sisters work at Campbelltown Macdonald’s but as I was there I talked to one of his sisters who is on the second home movie we have done.
“Did you go to Waves last night with your brother” I asked her. “Nope, I didn’t go down but I heard all about it” she replied. From what she had told me Watty said that there were plenty of people from Campbelltown down there including me and she had some kind of smirk on her face as if to imply that Watty probably said I dressed heaps different.
Ralf and I had our meals to eat as we sat there and talked. When our meal was over we started being silly buggers. Ralf took three drink cups and started spinning them around each other saying “Which one is the cup.” That game soon included a chip and a Sundae container and he would ask things like “Which one is the chip” and I would point to the cup and get it right.
When that game was over we started piling the cups one on top of each other until we made a massive pile of rubbish about half a meter or more high. We were going to leave it like that but thought better and I ended up holding the bin open while Ralf took basketball shots and got all his rubbish in.
Ralf at the Electric Piano
Driving back to my house after that Ralf as he had said before wanted to have a go on my electric piano. Not to wail at his playing I set it up for him and then had myself a twenty minute shower while he practiced. Before my shower I decided to give Lyssa a call as the time had crept up to 5:00 p.m. Mum informed me that Keith and Lyssa had given me a call. When I called Lyssa back I informed her that Ralf was downstairs and that I would give her a call back later in the night when I was free.
When my shower was complete I dried up and made my way back into the room where Ralf was still practicing drum beats and chords. Our plan was to head out to see ‘Rush Hour’ at 7:15 p.m. as Ralf and I had discussed in Macdonald’s. I could have stayed home and be bored for the rest of the day but instead I decided it was a good idea.
I also wanted to keep my distance from Lyssa for a while and I certainly didn’t want to do her any favors because of what happened on Friday night so I thought it would be good if I watched ‘Rush Hour’ with Ralf. After all, Lyssa told me she would probably go to sleep on the movie and considering I would be sitting there loathing her for what she had done and not enjoying the movie I would have preferred what I was doing.
Ralf asked me to turn on the computer so he could play his song into it but I knew this was all a waste of time as it never amounts to anything. Regardless, I turned on the computer but trying to figure out how to work the Midi again turned out to be a hassle. The time reached 7:00 p.m. and it was time to head out for the movie so we forgot about his song.
Dashing to the Movie
Jumping back into Ralf’s car we made our way quickly to Macarthur Square as we only had five minutes until the start of the movie. Keith was supposed to go with Ralf in the first place and we did call him to see if he wanted to come along but he never called back. I bought myself a ticket once there because there were some collectors there but they started to leave as Ralf bought his popcorn and an ice cream cone for me.
I was going to try and get my money back from the ticket lady because the movie had supposedly already started but that fell through because I didn’t try. Instead, we walked straight into the theatre without seeing a ticket collector and with full tickets intact, what a waste of money I say.
The movie itself I think was fairly good but the hype on the commercials of the movie made me think it would be far better. Instead, there were parts in the plot that were lacking and I thought that there wasn’t enough action or structure in the movie. Everyone that was there was there to see Janice Chan instead of Chris Tucker because it seemed like me and Ralf were the only ones laughing at his part.
A Girl Leaving the Cinema
Through the movie I noticed a very, very hot chick walking out. She must have been around sixteen years old and she had a body like Jewell’s also being her size. The differences was that this girl had blonde hair that was slightly curled and fluffed to her shoulders and her boobs were remarkably taut to her body.
By this I mean they were the perfect proportion and size and it seemed as if they had a faultless contour, so beautiful. Her face was young and it wasn’t as praiseworthy as her body but to me, her whole appearance and the thought that she was just the loveliest person attracted me greatly to her. Having said this about her I’d just like to point out one thing.
Two Kinds of Beauty
To me, there is two kinds of body types that I find attractive in two different ways. The first body type is that of Jewell’s. Where the person is exceptionally skinny, exceptionally fragile and beautiful in every aspect. These people I would fantasize about in my dreams and I would probably drool over all the more for but as far as a sex life or a relationship goes, it couldn’t happen. I would be happy just fantasizing about their body and how beautiful they are but when it came to sexual encounters I probably wouldn’t see them as sexually fulfilling as I would the more fuller figure.
The second figure I greatly admire and love is the figure like Lyssa’s. It too is skinny and it too is beautiful to look at but much, much more fulfilling to have. By this I mean that she would be more widely accepted as being healthy, her breasts would be more admired by me. Her body wouldn’t be at all repelling to look at (I’m not saying the other type would be as I never have seen one naked) and I would see this person as being a greater bearer for my children.
The healthier figure would be great to be sexual with. If I had to chose one of those body types to live with for life it would have to be the body type of Lyssa for my heart and for my life. For my mind and for my fantasies the body type of Jewell would always play a determining part in my glories within.
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.
