Making A Few Telephone Calls
Today it was raining. I called the place that is handling my affair with Optus. Giving them my Credit Card details, I gave them permission to debit $50 each week from my card until there has been a full payment.
From there I called Centrelink who still seem to amaze me with their stupidity. Is it me or have they only hired Hindu and Indonesian people as their Telemarketing consultants? This sounded like the same woman that didn’t have a clue a couple of weeks ago. Giving her my details, I told them how I have moved back at my house (as I had applied for living away from home allowance when I was with Lyssa at her house). Changing the date of my appointment, I am now visiting them for my interview on August 6th.
Turning on my computer I then called Frank and asked for his address in the City. Things seem to be getting worse for Frank these days. Because of his move to the City I thought he was better off. Today I found out that he is operating out of a hotel room, so he must have lost his apartment for some reason. I can’t imagine what it would be like. Would it be a real office?
Lyssa Plans Her Birthday Party
Lyssa called me at midday to inform me that she was visiting Campbelltown with Penelope. She stayed home today, visited the doctor, and was prescribed some tablets for her throat.
Kieran was also over her house so she must have been having a good time. Still, it’s good for her to be around friends. But if that results to ignoring me, it can’t be that innocent.
Tonight when Lyssa came back I gave her a call but Penelope was still over her house, so I let her go. Lyssa sounded persistent to go. I hope they haven’t been talking about me.
Lyssa called me back at 6pm.
“Me and Penelope arranged my birthday party tonight,” Lyssa told me. “On the weekend of my birthday we are visiting Sydney Casino. Do you want to come with us,”
Lyssa invited me. Nice of Lyssa to offer but she knew what the answer would be. I knew that if I attended I would either be ignored, treated differently or ill treated. No one there will be my friend except for Ali. I’m surprised he’s even going.
Go figure, my best friend is going to my old girlfriend’s party where I’m not even attending. If I did attend, Ali would be all over Penelope playing the pokies and I would be left alone, so I’m not going.
Lyssa and I might still be attending a hotel on the weekend of her birthday. It all depends on timing now. These dependencies are whether or not Lyssa gets with Braxton or I start a commitment with Jewell. Until Jewell comes over to my house I’m not going to know what she wants and how to react with Lyssa.
Lyssa Fights Her Family
Lyssa had a big spew at her mum and brother while on the phone to me.
“What is happening,” I asked.
“I am having a fight with my mum and brother because they were ganging up on me. I am angry that they are both laughing about my being sick last night. They think it was all a joke.”
For the two minutes I could hear her in the distance over the phone I can honestly say I’ve never heard Lyssa so angry.
“I must be having my period early,” Lyssa informed me.
Lyssa and I then started bitching at each other because she was persistent with being angry, so that was the end of our conversation.
Ralf Loves The Spotlight
The phone rang a minute later. I thought it was Lyssa but in turn, it was Ralf. Don’t I love my telephone conversations with Ralf. Unexciting is an understatement. Rather, hours of conversation droning on about a certain subject circling around a main idea with wording.
Ralf called me an hour ago to plan our next meeting. It should have been as short as that, but then it turned into a global story about how Ralf wants to make it big and take no shit from the record companies. Ralf wants to be ruthless in his bid to have fat pockets.
Ralf will make it to the top but it won’t be on my boat. Ralf and I think differently when it comes to music. We will fail to agree on most things, mostly because Ralf loves what he can do and gives insights whenever he can.
If Ralf could be transformed into anything, he would be the flooring underneath the spotlight at every venue.
That way, even when no one is watching, the spotlight will still be on him.
“I heard about you and Lyssa breaking up,” Ralf then told me.
Most people know. What struck me however is from whom he knew and how much knowledge he had.
“Yeah. We broke up. How did you find out,” I was thinking that Jett or Imad would have informed Ralf.
“Keith told me,” Ralf enlightened me.
Out of all people it was that fat fool! But I have a feeling that one day when Imad was working at Mobil service station Imad talked to him.
A Quick Chat With Jewell
I haven’t done anything today except for sit at home or on the phone. Apart from my telephone conversations, the most exhilarating thing I have done today was eat jelly, the red kind.
Right now I’m waiting for a call from Jewell who is at work. Giving Jewell a call at 3:50pm she was leaving in ten minutes for work.
“Hang on. Let me grab the cordless phone,” she said we could talk while getting ready.
“How was school,” I asked.
“It was good,” Jewell told me. “I finished my math test. The test went good. I also won first place in a competition at school,” she filled me in.
“Zola informed her about ‘KCi and Jo Jo’ touring Australia,”Jewell shared. “I will be going with Zola to their concert. It will be the first time I will have gone to a concert!”
I might be acting stupid but I just feel that I’m not welcome in most of Jewell’s acts. Thinking of me being with Jewell on the day ‘Kci and Jo Jo’ tour is losing its appeal in my mind. There wouldn’t be much appreciation if I went as well as saying I wouldn’t feel comfortable because of Jewell’s attitude.
The time is almost 8pm and Jewell should be calling any minute now. It’s already been half an hour over what time she is expected to call me, but I know she will call. I’m going to ask Jewell if she wants to see me tomorrow or Thursday. So until then, talk to me later tonight.
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.
