Remembering back in the days, I believe that this month on the 18th it is someone’s Birthday and I believe that it is Kathryn’s. Not that it means shit to me. I just remembered.
Missing a day of writing in my diary on the Amiga 500 due to long hours of enjoyment I’ve decided to write before I forget for another day.
Walking To Ralf’s House Party
Forwarding after the last entry, I stayed home until much later that night when Ali and Imad came to my house walking. They were starting their drinking for the party at Ralf’s house.
At 8:30pm we began our walk to Ralf’s house. Once reaching there, people were distant. There were not many faces there. Ralf, Tamsen, and Jett were there to greet us.
Ralf’s Low-Key House Party
Later that night Lyssa, Velda, Penelope and Bielka came to the party, each branching off their own way. The funny thing is that all the girls decided to go to the toilets at the same time, a household toilet where they would have to watch each other if they went at the same time.
Keith, Tatton, Simon, Sonya and Miroslav also turned up, but the party was pretty much low key.
Lyssa and I had our fun with each other, sitting, conversing and making each other feel genuine and fine.
Also giving each other space with others we made a good night of that, having fun teasing Bielka the way only I could tease and throwing ice at everyone.
A party is what you make it, and the party was pissing me off in a way.
There was me, Lyssa, Penelope, Ali, Velda and Imad sitting in a corner. Keith and Tamsen also coupled up. Then there was Tatton, Jett, Simon and Ralf who was lost.
Ralf and Tatton were alright around us but I felt for Simon and Jett. Hearing that Min-Su turned down Jett, I felt for him and also for Simon who had his head down in shame. I couldn’t stop thinking he was conjuring thoughts of happiness with his girl thinking… if these guys have girls why don’t I? That’s a sad frame to think at, and is depressing. So I’ll say that the party was fine.
Accosting Five Drunks Lads
Imad, Ali and I were the last to leave. After the girls left to go to Randy Ranch, we started walking, me with drunk friends towards Campbelltown.
Traveling towards Campbelltown, a VW Buggy cruised past us. A guy swore at us, so I swore back. Walking some more, we had seen a squad of 5 drunk large guys. So we hid behind some trees as they came through an alleyway.
Ali picked up a bottle and threw it at them. Imad and I screamed out at them to gain a chase. That wasn’t accomplished by the sluggish runners. So we were left to walk lonely-hearted past Ralf’s house traveling to my house.
Attacking The VW Buggy
Walking down Jacaranda avenue, we had seen the same VW Buggy about to go onto Ralf’s street. So I walked up and started banging on the window. He took off. Lucky for me and my boyz the car stalled, and stalled and stalled again. The VW was out of gas.
The sickest part was me and my boyz coolly striding behind the car like that of a scene where boyz run next to the presidents car hoping gun fire was not to shoot out.
Once again I ran up to his front window and yelled at the driver as I pounded on the window. Ali had a stick in his hand trying to break the window at half pace.
The car stopped down the street. We chased. The coward 20 or more year olds ran to the park. We took the liberty of breaking up the car by pieces.
Ali broke the front headlight and hit the bodywork. Imad pounded the doors and dented the bodywork with his feet. I dented and placed holes in all the panels with Imad’s knife in my hand.
Ali stayed over my house that night, as we tried to call Penelope and Lyssa after Randy Ranch to no avail. Sleeping the night away Ali left my house at 11am.
McDonald’s Ice Creams With Lyssa
Lyssa and I made some plans for that day. After an hour or two, I met her at Leumeah Station. Walking to buy some ice cream from McDonald’s, we walked up a hill near Woodbine and enjoyed our ice cream while reading a magazine.
From there we caught the train to Campbelltown where I took out my $500 for my car. Seeing Simon, we walked to Pizza Hut and talked to him for a while. Simon was going to Wollongong. He gave me and Lyssa a lift to my house.
Watching Coming To America With Lyssa
Lyssa and I watched “Coming to America” from my collection.
After that, we got talking. Her mum called. Her mum was to pick her up an hour later. As we got talking, we got close, together once again, feeling each other’s embrace and feeling acquainted with each other once again.
Hot And Sweaty As Lyssa’s Mom Arrives
Lyssa’s mum came without us realizing. It made it embarrassing for Lyssa.
She was all steamy after our encounter at my house. Neither of us took any clothes off or went to that stage, but her mum noticed straight away, tried to keep a straight face and made a joke or two about it.
Funnily enough, Lyssa told her mum that I was helping her with geography assignments. More ironically, the lights were off when Lyssa’s mum knocked on my door.
Mobil Petrol Station With The Boys
Ali then drove to my house. We talked. Then Simon, Ralf, Jett, Fred and Kevin. There was a fiasco of people at my house. After me and my boyz conversed after an hour or two, Ali and I drove to Campbelltown.
Meeting with Keith at his Mobil Store we chatted for another two or more hours, reading his pornographic magazines and eating his foods. After a burn out from Ali, we left.
Now I’m at home ready for tomorrow.
This month has started alright so far. It’s starting to pick up like two months ago, when my month started off and ended so well.
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.
