Three Days of Surprises
These last three days have not only been full of action but they have also been full of surprise and infrequent events. For Friday’s truth, as you all know I once again kept myself up for a whole day and to now, it has worked in keeping me in a more normal sleeping mode. Then there was Saturday where I completed all my poetry on Shawn’s printer and then came home, not to head out for the night but to meet Lyssa for the night.
Then there was today, the most freaky of all and a day that will stand out like my big toe. It starts with a girl called Rochelle who I might only have talked of once before in this Diary as I talked with her at Campbelltown. As all know, today is Valentines Day and all I will say at this point is that a secret admirer dropped off a letter at my house which my mum almost instantly handed to me.
Basically the letter informed me that the person had something going for me for the past 12 years and now she wanted me to follow the red crepe paper that was tied around every tree’s branch within twenty meters of each other. At first I thought it would be Faith but after close attention to the letter I knew there could be only one other alternative. Anyway, I have in an hour at the most time to write in this diary so, I’ll be quick about my chronology.
Sleepless Friday Morning
Friday’s morning we shall now head back to where I was at the stage where I was totally sleep deprived and I was getting to the point where my eyes were getting sore from tiredness. I just wanted to close them and forget about my master plans but I stuck it out and for that I left for Campbelltown soon after.
Before I did head to Campbelltown I walked out to my backyard in the early hours of the morning because I never do. I’m not sure if this was the same day or not but I took a walk around the yard, looked at all the weeds growing in the garden and my mum’s little cultivated area. This did once again get me accustomed to my backyard that was growing grass quickly, verdant and peaceful grass.
This time outside was used to tune my eyes to the sun’s glare and I was having some trouble and squinting but I soon got over that. Also, before leaving for Campbelltown I called some places as I might have mentioned to do with renting a printer and some book binding places that will print out and bind my Diary books. Alas, because Shawn’s printer didn’t work at my house I shan’t bother about hiring one…
Walking to Campbelltown Half Awake
The time was 11:00 a.m. when I headed out to Campbelltown. My walk was fast and my eyes were centered straight ahead as I didn’t want to concentrate on too many things as I was overtired. Then again, when I am in that overtired state that begs me to drink cordial and get crazy, I tend to be more aware as the tiredness dulls the surrounding noise and I feel like a robot on the prowl. For that reason, my walk to Campbelltown was fairly brisk and unremembered and when in Campbelltown most was also unremembered.
Three Girls Worth Remembering
There were three hot girls I noticed while in Campbelltown that I care to remember, let me recite their praise. One of them I had seen on the zebra crossing, she had denim type pedal pushers that clung to her almost nonexistence ass. Just picture the height of Velda (Lyssa’s friend) maybe a bit taller and then, picture someone very skinny, maybe even the proportion’s of Jewell. To others she would have been seen as a little too lanky but her figure, her skinny figure that looked attractive and healthy to me had done it for me.
She had her hair back in a ponytail as Velda tends to do and she had brown hair but her ponytail was very strict-looking, where no one strand wasn’t stretched to the limit. Her top exploited what was there that was a handful and a tender length for her bodies durable length. Her face was fairly attractive as she was probably a year or two older than me. She was the attraction of my day and even though she wasn’t really my type by being above my tallness she did to my lust pay her debts.
The second lady that made an instant attraction to me was the basic stereo type of a beautifully skinny blonde in a black work outfit. Blonde hair always goes good with black and even though she wasn’t that petite in her tender ways the classic attraction of a black skirt and black ladies coat was all I needed, plus that good touch of a black resume in her hand. The third person I noticed when I made my way to the link and stood in the line. Two girls I noticed walking into the link and the both of them I knew from Airds High School, both being a year under me.
One of them had a red top on which is who I liked more but the other girl I did know who used to hang out with people like Kane, Percival and the rest of that clan. She was one of the cool girls in school and she had a sister in our grade or someone that looked just like her. Despite these great looks and greater proportion in her boobs the girl in the red had a boyfriend so I ceased my mind’s venture.
Looking for a Printer
Handing my form in at the link I headed out to look for a printer to buy for my computer. In my venture I made my way down to the mall and I passed an arcade on Queen Street to get there. Now while passing through I noticed Kuper in a shop buying something like a watch but I didn’t bother to stop.
This is the first time I have seen him for a couple of months and it was a chance bumping into. Then, as chance would have it and as I was thinking in my head, I bumped into him at the Gym when I left on Saturday near midday. Behind these little chance coincidences do I have a principle that doesn’t have any basic facts but it has happened to me so frequently that it’s not funny.
My Theory of Chance Meetings
The basic principle of my philosophy is that chance meetings come in two’s and they do come within a week of each other. Once these two chance meetings have come across you that person will once again be obsolete until you forget about them. By this I mean that I met Kuper by chance on Friday because I stayed up late and out of my usual agenda I did see him.
This came as a surprise to me and normally you would think that this person you never see will never be seen again for a long while, wrong. Within a week (In this case, one day) I chanced across that same obsolete person and this time it was in the Gym. We chatted, we talked we spent time but I feel that the next time I see him is when I forget about him, in a couple of months. This case can also be seen in Lyssa when she met that 17 year old guy she thought was attractive out the front of Ettamogah Pub two or three weeks ago.
She walked him down to Chevy’s, she got him in and she had Nikita have a picture with him in it. Now Lyssa didn’t exchange any information with him but as luck would have it, she had seen him back down at Macarthur Square near the same place a week later. As luck would also have it, Lyssa had the photo’s developed that day so she shared it with him and his obsolete looking girlfriend who looked envious and unknowing of the fact he was out without her.
I’m sure if you look through my Diary you will see the twofold encounters that I’ve mentioned. Before I leave for another paragraph I will just name another being my brother’s once best friend Eric, whom I had seen one day by chance and then the next day again by chance. Strange things happen when your days become strange and out of order to their usual self, we shall see…
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.
