Climbing the Beach Roofs
Jett and I kept climbing the roofs having great fun and noticing a bunch of girls making their way to the beach and sitting just below the steps in full view of a certain area upon the wall we decided to be with stealth once more. Jett climbed onto the roof of the men’s toilet area that was collapsing and decaying and with that he climbed across a ledge on the inside wall of the toilets six or more meters high.
The small ledge was enough to fit two fingers worth of grip onto it but what made it harder was that there was a hollow metal tube running across the whole ledge. So, if we lost grip on our shoes and then grip where we were holding we would fall a couple of meters on our ass. Jett daringly climbed across to some awning that acted like a mesh sail.
Holding onto that and hiding amongst it we started spying on the girls that were now directly beneath us by at least eight meters. The good thing about our view was that the girls were sitting down with skirts on the sand, enough said. Ralf was also on the ground trying to admire what we could see but he had no clue of the satisfaction of climbing out upon this ledge like some fun time commando and being a successful spy.
After our perve Jett made his way onto the outer ledge and as he did one of the girls was taken back with shock thinking he was going to jump or something. The rest of them looked up at Jett and as he walked across the ledge in full view I followed suit and done the same without a glance down. Apart from us climbing onto the roof of the shop on the other side of the green there was no more action with roofs.
Nice Night for Three Walks
For the rest of our night we basically just sat around but there was one passing moment that deserves a mention. There was a decent looking lady that walked past our view three times that night and as we were heading back up towards the Novotel from our little journey into stealth I thought to say something to her. She was walking alone those three times and being with Jett I thought to be nice but say something sarcastic.
So, as she passed I kindly said “Nice night for three walks isn’t it” and as she turned back she snapped back in her housing commission type voice “You want to have your go” or something on the lines of that. Repeating what I had said word for word, and louder, she kept on walking, speaking to herself before deciding to have a go at Keith and Ralf for no reason, who by the way, were some way up the street. After that little encounter we all sat down trying to figure out the next course of action.
A Face Worth the Detour
Time was creeping up on us for the night but not as gracefully as we had hoped. Having seen a pretty big store down on the main road I suggested we head there and before too long we made our way back to the cars. Ralf was up for the idea but instead of just heading straight there he thought to travel all around Wollongong. While heading out of the car park I noticed a very hot chick in the far lanes and informing Ralf of what she looked like we done a U-turn and went back to check her out.
There was a group of guys standing around with her and as we passed her I couldn’t believe my eyes. She was utterly gorgeous, the most beautiful face I have seen for some time. For starters she seemed to glow in the moonlight and her blank expression on her face as we passed her, it was just amazing how beautiful her face was. She was rather small, probably the size of little Bielka who lives near Lyssa and come to think of it, she would minutely look like her.
She was a strikingly beautiful blonde with a black skirt and blue top that screamed out ‘Hound Dog’. Her boobs were perfect for her size and her legs were so remarkably smooth that you couldn’t even harbor oil on it, it would just slick right off. She was the bomb and as we passed her and for a long while after I was moaning, groaning and mumbling to everyone in the car about how beautiful she was, they seemed to agree.
Croissants at the Caltex
After a siege of driving we made our way to the place that I mentioned on the main road and it turned out to be Caltex with a ‘Subway’ type diner placed next to it. The only difference was that this place sold bakery stuff like croissants and it looked expensive to eat. Parking our cars we made our way inside for refreshments and while everyone was buying I checked out sports illustrated and found another hot blonde that I fancied. You might have guessed that blondes are my trademark beauty factor but I’d probably take a feisty pure dyed redhead any day.
The color would have to be plum red or something along the dark red to purple line, absolutely amazing. While sitting ourselves down Jett informed me that now he was watching ‘Mad TV’ and he likes it. That’s when a conversation about ‘Mad TV’ started and I knew that the people that were watching it grew interest because I started the frenzied fad. Some time was spent in there eating and after our impressions of ‘Mad TV’ we made our way outside. There were some Lebs out there with a car reading ‘Rated X’ for a license plate, pretty lame; the guys were anyway.
Tricking Keith Again
From the Caltex store Keith wanted to head home and as he was in front of us we decided to play a trick on him. Keith never wants to miss out on anything and as he turned off to head to Campbelltown we kept driving straight so we could head out to ‘Waves’. Keith must have pounded the breaks because within seconds he was back on our road and gaining upon us. The three of us were sitting in the car laughing our guts up until Keith finally decided to overtake us in his fury.
When arriving at ‘Waves’ Ralf decided only to do a lap of the car park and then that was it. While there I noticed a couple of hot girls but none of them were as beautiful as the girl in the previous car park. There were also a couple of cop cars there and a dog squad so I gather there was some mean fighting. The time was 2:00 a.m. and everyone was outside so I guess the nightclub was called off.
Heading Home Without Writing
Heading home after that Ralf played around with Keith on the highway slowing down to 60 Km/h to see if he would slow down for him and then speeding in front of him so Keith would get pissed off and get in front. The night was favorable and it was all right but it could have been much better if we headed out to the City or if the two groups weren’t so divided upon who would be the leader and who would try hard. Despite this commotion Jett was dropped off at home first and then when it was my turn, it was time to head inside for something to eat.
Now, I could have written in my Diary but I chose to play ‘Vikings’ and for that I suffered not writing in my Diary for the last day of the month. On top of that I suffered not having been able to write a last Sonnet for that month which I clearly had thoughts for. Now, tonight I wish to conclude my Sonnet if my mind is up to it but for now I have devised another poetical citation of words. It has thirteen syllables per line and shouldn’t be considered as relevant to any master plan as I did feel mentally negative upon writing this poem.
A Modern Romeo Poem
It came to me as I visited the bathroom for a regular draining and where I thought the first line up I gathered I should finish it off. At first it was going to be a thought that I could capitalize on but in the end it turned out to be more than just words, they were poetically enhanced. Basically, the poem is about me finding the right girl with the right frame of mind. I think of myself as a modern Romeo, with these poems and modernized apparel. I seek a lady who is ancient in thought but this seasoned mind is what I seek.
A modern Romeo who seeks former Juliet,
Where there is I, who spawned of a newborn Montague mind,
Seeks your ripened mind, but still of ancient Capulet,
And your old traits with my new style shall this our heart’s sign,
As birds do fly shall I with you,
And feathers mix shall old with new,
Sunday Wakes Me Early
The rain once again filters the sands outside of its waterless consistency. And the storms does feed these grains with these sprinkling showers and harmless raindrops. As the rain now surrenders so do I for Saturday night as I begin upon Sunday’s events. Now, the time I woke up must have been around midday at first by a call from Ralf.
Loathing to hear a voice so early to my day I decided to inform him that I wanted to get back to sleep. Ralf asked if I wanted to do anything for the day but I thought it would be best to have a day to myself for Sunday. After all, I had to type in my computer for the last day of the month but obviously you can gather that didn’t happen.
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.
