Hunting a Love Song
Saturday seems a little clouded to my remembrance as it is a fair while from that actual day but to the best of my ability, I shall explain it. From what I can remember Ralf headed over my house around the proposed time and from there we made our departure to Macarthur Square. I recall asking Ralf if we could take the printer with us but he didn’t want it in his car just as yet so we postponed it until we were headed back.
Once parked at Macarthur Square we made our way to ‘Sanity’ where I looked for that new song that I love called ‘Kiss me babe one more time’ or something on the lines of that. Some of the lines in the chorus to the best of my remembrance go like this “My loneliness is killing me, Give me a sign, kiss me babe one more time”.
Ralf's Haircut Rescue
Ralf had to get his hair cut so he thought the best place to head for was the hairdressing shop where he went to for sympathy. Last time Ralf got his hair cut while up at Macarthur Square was with the people that gave him an undercut and he didn’t want one. Because of that he gloated to another hairdresser and they gave him some attention. There were some beautiful girls in there when we entered and as Ralf sat down to get his hair cut by a beautiful blonde who had a perfect color all through her skin and a co-ordination of lightness that came with her blonde hair.
There was no contrast between her beauty and her skin’s coloration, she was faultless to beauty’s name but within her own category of beautiful. Most would think her unblemished state to be beautiful as I do but I don’t think her to be exceptionally beautiful or under the weather as so to speak. Her hair reminded me of an albino blonde coloration and along with her skin it was the same color all the way through which gave her the clean and wholesome look.
Anyway, the girl cut his hair as I sat in the seat next to her glancing at her body on occasion. Her butt was a magnificent shape and tightly held by her pants. Her legs were elegantly firm, her face was jovial and her perfectly shaped breasts were so because of the bra she was wearing. It had no lace and with her thin stretch shirt the contour of the bra stuck out. The simplicity of the bra made her breasts look beautiful as they just stood there without movement, perfection at its best.
Burgers and Old Schoolmates
Once Ralf had his hair trimmed he paid and we were on our way to the food court to have something to eat. Ralf shouted me a burger as he had himself something to eat and I remember while standing in line that I noticed some very hot girls but to the point of explanation I can’t remember.
Now I’m not sure if I’ve mentioned this before but I chatted to Cartman while heading for the toilet and as we were I noticed that Smitty was also with him and another from school. We just chatted away and then it was time for me to head to the toilet and then back to Ralf before we headed out of there.
Poems Come Off the Printer
Upon leaving Macarthur Square and coming back to my house I chatted to Ralf about the lady from across my street and how well she looked, even from a distance. When at my house I hoped she was going to be out the front cleaning her car or something but that part of luck didn’t come at hand. In any event we were at my house to collect the printer and with that we headed over to Shawn’s house to get some printing done.
Ralf himself didn’t want to put up with Shawn’s bullshit as he gathered that Shawn would want to come out so I thought not to inform him on how long the printing was going to take. Once at Shawn’s house he helped me take the printer to the computer room and setting up the computer to print I loaded up my blue paper and let it rip. For most of the time I stuck out in the television room with Shawn and Ralf as they watched cricket, listened to music and chatted.
Every now and again I would walk back into the room to check how the printing was going and I noticed that there was a small but significant different to reading my poems on the computer screen than to reading them up front and on paper. For one, there wasn’t any red lines under words that the computer thought to be misspelled and thus I could read it more fluently. The poems weren’t any less than what I thought they were on computer but they were seen in a slightly different light to my usual.
Shawn's Gentle Dog
Halfway through the 45 pages of poetry that was being printed I headed out to the backyard to muck around with Shawn’s subdued and simple dog. Well, I wouldn’t call the dog simple but he’s a humble and timid sucker. Running around the back with him he played along with my game but when he rolled onto his back he reached out with one paw towards me and scratched my leg.
The dog didn’t’ mean it and I was surprised that I was scratched by the lack of force or severity, he must have had sharp claws. When the poems were near to ended I let them read one or two of them and as I noted before, I let Ralf read the poem about my neighbor from across the street. Speaking of her, the time is now 12:45 a.m. and she just got home so what do you think she is.
A Neighbor at Midnight
Another thing, Ralf informed me that he thinks she looks like Caprice but I think her face is a little more different to that of Caprice on the cover of FHM. The point I was trying to get to with my other sentence was that Shawn decided to think he knew what he was talking about when it came to my poetry. I just think he’s trying to place Noah on a podium by criticizing my work.
A Made Up Dinner Excuse
Once the printing was finished Ralf and I headed out and the only reason Shawn didn’t come along was because Ralf made up some bullshit about how the both of us were headed to his Aunt’s house to have dinner. Going along with this plan we made it up before we even arrived at Shawn’s house. Heading back to my house I dropped off the pages of poetical scriptures I had just printed out and with that I jumped back into Ralf’s car as he wanted to head out to Campbelltown.
Once there Ralf visited Macdonald’s once again and from there he bought himself a whole bunch of food to eat. Making our way to ‘Subway’ Ralf jumped out of the car and sitting ourselves in the store where it was desolate to customers Ralf started to eat his food where I had also bought myself something from the money mum gave to me. Eating Macdonald’s at another food restaurant, that’s pretty distasteful as well as insolent but we didn’t care.
Visiting Ace at Work
From ‘Subway’ we headed out to see Ace at work in the Narellan area. He works at a petrol station out there and Ralf wanted to see him so he could find out the plans for the night. Ralf and I were chatting about our plans for the night while at ‘Subway’ and in them I informed him that I had no money to go out for a nightclub.
From there I also informed Ralf that I probably didn’t want to go out for too long in the night and that I wanted to watch the second part of ‘Braveheart’. Thinking over what I had just said Ralf uttered that he would like to head out with Ace and Keith to Penrith Panthers for the night so I had no problems about him leaving and me staying home. That meant that I could stay home and have an early night while Ralf got his wish to go out and have some fun, we both got what we wanted.
On top of that, if I wanted to invite Lyssa over for the night still (Which I ended up doing) I could do that without anyone casting a discerning eye upon me. When we arrived to Ace’s work he tried to persuade me to come out saying something like “You have to come out man, think of all the girls that will want a Valentines root”. As stupid as that sounded he did have a fragment of a point within that sentence.
Girls at the nightclub would want to get onto people because of that special day’s event and as tempting as that was I still stuck with my will to stay home. For the night they were headed to Penrith Panthers and from what I was told the ensuing day, there were heaps of them there. I was told that Brodie, Binh, Vedat and all other people from Binh’s cruise went, about fifteen of them.
Keith Makes Everyone Wait
Next on the agenda was Keith to see as he was supposed to drive for the night. Ralf didn’t want to drive and Ace couldn’t drive because his car’s window was broken so it was up to Keith. Heading to Keith’s work Ace called him up asking if he would drive. Once there Keith didn’t sound too convincing in wanting to drive as he kept asking Ralf why he couldn’t drive.
From what I heard the following day Keith wasn’t going to drive and that nearly ended the night. Because Keith was being an idiot about driving Ralf and Shawn drove around to two Catholic Clubs or similar just to check them out. Keith ended up calling Ralf informing him that he would drive so Ralf had to spend half an hour driving back to Campbelltown so they could head out. Keith loves to be the selfish one doesn’t he, yes he does.
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.
