Slowly, things are starting to calm down and feelings between Lyssa and I are starting to get serene. Yet, I don’t want to make this a long entry today. Instead let me place all of the days events in chronological order, how I haven’t been doing things lately.
The Bathroom Tiles Repaired
Starting with this morning, my alarm woke me up at 11am, but I decided to keep sleeping for a short time.
Still in a daze, the phone rang at midday. I was confused as to who it might be. Picking up the receiver, I was surprised to find it was Piper from the ‘Fusion Factory’. Piper just wanted to know if I was showing up for the day. After acknowledging my arrival, I jumped out of bed and headed for the shower.
Because the shower downstairs wasn’t fixed yet even though my dad had finished the job, the tiles were still drying, with that knowledge I headed upstairs and had my shower, but with a weaker flow of water. I can’t wait to get my bathroom back. The jet that wakes me up in the mornings is constant, hot and streams over the whole of my body unlike the weak ass shower upstairs.
Purchase Newest FHM Magazine
Walking back downstairs I started getting dressed. Then mum advised me that they were leaving for the shopping. Asking mum and dad to wait a couple of minutes, I quickly placed my hair in a ponytail after drying it with the hairdryer. Having all the CDs ready the night before, I chucked them all in my jumper pocket. Concealing my wallet, I walked to the garage. The car was already outside. Already having checked the address of the ‘Fusion Factory’ I jumped in my dad’s four wheel drive.
First stop was Bradbury shops and as mum jumped out, so did I. Thinking this would be a good time to buy the new FHM, I jogged to the post office and purchased it. Looking at the front cover, ‘Teresa Livingstone’ was inside the magazine, looked superb.
Just after paying I noticed my mum at the side of the counter looking at me. Mum was getting money out of Eftpos.
As soon as I walked out of the newsagent mum started yelping “Yes, that’s my son” in her Yugoslavian accent.
Nodding my head in amusement I walked back to where the car was parked.
Reading FHM Magazine In The Library
Having my lift to Campbelltown I thanked my parents and then began my trek to Campbelltown Library. Thinking I could get the Radio Edit times printed out, I marched up to reception and desired a computer. Suspiciously, there were no computers available for an hour, so I accepted their immoral proposal and sat down on the reading tables to view my FHM.
Some interesting things forever caught my insight and sexual desires. Because ‘Teresa Livingstone’ used to work on ‘Agro’s Cartoon Connection’, the guy under the table used to poke on her thigh just under her buttocks to get back at her. Well, one day Teresa made fun of Agro in a mean way and the guy under the table prodded Teresa on the back of her leg just near her bum like he always did. The only difference this time was that Teresa took one step back. His finger went ‘you know where’, right up there. Teresa’s eyes just went boing!
The only other interesting thing I read in the Library was who was appearing next month. For this reason alone I can’t wait to see ‘Jenny McCarthy’ and ‘Nicola Charles’, instant collectors edition, for me anyway.
Leumeah Becomes A Ghost Town
Without printing I walked out of the Library and up Queen Street to Barney’s Online Computers. Significantly waiting, my final moment had come forth. I printed out my work from floppy disk.
From there I made my way up Queen Street and to the train station. Calling Piper on the phone, I inquired if an hour earlier would be alright with him. He was fine with that.
Jumping onto the train, it slowly rolled to a dead stop at Leumeah. In my mind, I was depressed knowing that this was now a ghost town to me. No more will I ever jump off, to walk to Lyssa’s house, to meet Lyssa after work. This station would hold no real purpose to me now. That made me sad.
To Minto we arrived. Once again I was disturbed at the fact that this will once again become my station, the closest for walking to Jewell’s house.
Jumping off the train I began my arduous walk to search for this Recording Studio in the same direction I would have to walk to Jewell’s house. Although, I don’t believe I ever walked to Jewell’s house that much – there were always cars – but this time it will be different. Not finding it difficult to find, I was intrigued how all the occupants on the street were industrial wood people or something on the lines of that.
Radio Edits At Fusion Factory
When I reached 22 Lincoln Street it was no different. I was wondering where the establishment was held. Walking into the front doors, Piper came out and greeted me. Just having a cigarette break outside, I joined him in conversation. Curios about the ‘Fusion Factory’, it was held upstairs, while the family business was in the production or assembly of wood was downstairs. Really, this was a hobby for Piper.
Once walking upstairs, I was surprised to find it a fairly good establishment.
Finding a 48-track ADAT bus, lighting and a great computer room with nice features, we began our epic journey.
Fairly talkative I was as I commented on what I wanted done. I talked about technical information I knew about computers and what I had done at home with mine. Piper, being in his young twenties was excited. It sounded like he was getting interested in my establishments. He even told me I should get into Web Design or Digital Animation with the experience and knowledge I had.
Not only this but between breaks, he showed me around the compact studio. I gave him some pointers with strobe lighting. Piper then showed me some examples of music he’s recorded. Then he showed me some digital video where a band was playing using all the lighting, making it look like something off ‘Ground Zero’.
Attempting to use a sound program of his, it wouldn’t work, so we had to reboot the quick computer and then start on another program. Not being able to work in seconds, we had to wing our efforts using my measurements as a guide.
Progressing through two hours of constant effort and frequently filling the gaps with conversation, we got along well. While sifting through the CDs, I started kicking myself as I realized I forgot the CD from ‘Ol Skool’ where I will be using voiceovers. Being the more important track, we made plans for Friday where I would come in. Then we would burn the track and everything else onto another CD.
In the end, we burnt all the songs in order within the CD. When it was all done I took another small tour of the complex surroundings and then headed downstairs to the reality of darkness.
Pondering On The Train Home
The time was 5:30pm and it was starting to get dark. Thanking Piper for his time and having paid him $90 (an extra twenty dollars more than expected but that is for Friday), I headed for home. Jumping the train now with a plastic bag to place all my CDs in, the train departed for Campbelltown.
Once again, on the way back we passed by Leumeah. I looked out the window to see if Lyssa was waiting for her bus, but no sight of her. Once again the triangle is in force. Where once I was on the look out for my imaginary faith to see Jewell, this time it is for the pure vision of Lyssa. When will I ever escape this downcast of events within this vicious triangle, where once it started upon the ending of Jewell and the beginning of Lyssa?
Back in Campbelltown I took $50 out of the bank to cover other costs and then caught my bus back home. There I sat humbled, thinking… thinking… thinking.
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.
