Visiting Bình’s Bakery Shop
When the three of us pulled up, we saw Tyler at Bình’s shop, sitting inside, chatting away. While there I bought a meat-pie to eat, as we all chatted. Tyler kept saying he had a firm butt, and kept feeling everyone else’s butt.
The topical conversations that I place in these pages are the plans for this weekend and forthcoming weeks.
Firstly, Friday night is supposed to be a Catholic Club night where we will all sit around and play pool.
Within a couple of weeks Tyler is setting up a Paint Pellet war thing, in which I might head off to join, as I will be getting paid by HIH Insurance.
Club Troppo was also explained to me, and how another night was being planned for up at Gosford in a month’s time. This time around I made sure to include myself in the plans, as I had them tell me how great it was, and how 50% of the women were lookers while the rest of them were like Airds girls.
Thinking Tyler Could Be A Good Friend
Having worn my Hound Dog clothes I was receiving off-line compliments like Bình walking up to me and feeling my muscles while saying, “You’re big.”
Then there was Tyler in which you could tell he was digging what I was wearing by the sparkle in his eyes. Tyler is known to be gregarious on most occasions, but I feel he was comparing ass and trying to flaunt his extroverted talents partly because he dug what I was wearing. In a way, I felt his trying to associate with me was a way to include me into his affiliation.
Everyone has their way of bonding. That was his.
Tyler I do see as a mutual regard worth fabricating. Being around my age, my height and having the same attitude as what I used to have when I was his age, we would make good friends. Maybe this is where the link will bond between my lost friendship and pressed acquaintances.
Keeping ourselves with Bình for the better portion of an hour, we said our good-bye’s and headed home. I was the last to be dropped off by Keith tonight.
The Distractions That Stop A Diary Entry
When it comes to these pages that I so strongly oblige to uphold, the smallest chemistry can dispose of a rhythm I would normally keep. There are many things that can go wrong that would preclude my writing in these memoirs or even stop it altogether.
Some of those obstacles include the more obvious of not feeling enthusiastic to write here based on emotional values, physical aptitude and mental forsythe on the day.
Like today, television was more vital than my memoirs. That is only because I placed my memoirs to be of lesser importance because I know they will one day get done, and that my being unable to be creative decreases morality.
Chronology As A Chore, Philosophy As A Luxury
It has been proven that when I am bundled up with constant chronology I have no time or give myself no chance to speak philosophically, of my mind. Just like today, because I am one day behind on chronology I put behind speaking as I do now to shorter clumps so that the job at hand can get done.
That’s what chronology is, as opposed to philosophy, which is more of a luxury to the mind.
Chronology is a job, a chore.
Nevertheless, chronology only seems a chore when it feels like that is the only thing I seem to be typing in these pages. That’s only the case when I fall behind on chronology and it catches up to me. When I’ve had a calm and trivial day I tend to exceed within philosophy.
Piles Of Chronology
In these days my morality is high because my chronology doesn’t feel like a task anymore, because I can see the end of the road past all the noted points I’ve written beforehand. Where you see more philosophy in any given month, you will know that I’ve either been more mentally into my memoirs, more up-to-date, or I’ve had more time on my hands.
More philosophy doesn’t necessarily mean that I’ve had a less desirable physical month, nope, far from it. Rather, because I’m feeling good about myself in my diary, I tend to have a better time outdoors. If I am up to date with my chronology everyday, that morality will just increase.
Thus, there are good days and there are piled up days. Today is just a piled up day.
Right now, I’m stuck between a rock and a hard place.
In one respect, I have to hurry my descriptive writing tonight because I have to sleep early for the city tomorrow. Then again, I feel obligated to finish chronology before I start work and it’s too late.
The Expected Toll Of Work On The Diary
That’s another point worth noting, my starting work for HIH Insurance. I know that when I start work on Monday for HIH Insurance, chronology will be inundated with description, yet, I will only have a maximum of three hours a night to write of it.
In most situations, three hours is only enough for six to eight pages, or half a day written about. Therefore, the size of each month in this diary will suddenly drop in more than half of its size due to less time allowed to be creative.
Now, if I had a laptop computer I would be able to write at lunch time, on the way to work, and on the way home from work. This of course will make lunch more enjoyable and not caged up with everyone peering at me while I eat, what I usually feel when so insecure.
Traveling home and to the city won’t be such a bore and stress-ridden sitting or standing in such clumps of population. With my laptop, I could just open it up and vent all my frustrations to the pixels that I create with such emotion.
Alas, I am restricted to writing only in this homely domain. Until I can gain enough money to buy a laptop computer (which will be placed only after clothes and a home computer) I will be at the peak of my creativeness and liberty. Nevertheless, I am prepared for all the changes that this job will bring forth, the good, the bad and not so desired. I’m prepared and willing.
The Stale Bread For Tuesday
Man this little heater is coming along nicely. Although it is baseline and it doesn’t warm the room too effectively, it relaxes me, subdues the outside weather, and mostly, it warms me up.
With this warmth that acts as a relaxant I shall entrust the rest of this night to my unfinished chronology, that of Tuesday night and today.
The reason I stopped my last entry was because it came to the time where ‘The Footy Show’ began and I didn’t want to miss that.
Afterwards, I started to watch ‘The Panel’. As that is always a crackup, I didn’t want to abstain from such pleasures.
Nevertheless, I bring you the final chapter of Tuesday night in these chapters, and despite my schedule to shop in the city for work-wear, I will try to conclude today’s dramas.
But dang, that’s where I’m again going to have to leave my chronological saga for the sake of another late-drawn night.
The time right now has just clicked onto 1am. If I want to have any chance of finding clothes for work tomorrow I sure as hell have to get some sleep now.
Making Preparations
Just quickly, my plans are to check out some clothes tomorrow so I can buy them on Monday.
Tomorrow night I will also borrow some suit ties from Keith to tie me over for the week until I get paid.
Dating Anniversary With Lyssa On Friday
Friday I will hand in my form and order a concession card for cheaper bus fares and train fares that can be used on Monday.
Friday night will be at the Catholic Club with everyone.
Just a small note, Friday is the 21st. Not that it means anything to me anymore, Lyssa might vaguely remember our anniversary and for that reason call.
Preparations For HIH Insurance
I’m not sure about Saturday or Sunday night, but chances are that Lyssa will probably call again.
When Monday finally comes I will take out my money from the bank and then buy a train ticket before jumping on the train to head to the city to work for HIH Insurance.
When at lunch or at the end of my work day with HIH Insurance I will purchase the clothing that I had placed on hold from tomorrow. From there I will kiss my free days goodbye and welcome the hard earned dollar, although, so generously given by HIH Insurance.
Keith Lands Carpentry Job In Sydney
For the rest of tonight I worked on my diary, watched some television and then received that call from Keith. Sounding elated, Keith told me how he had scored a carpentry job in Sydney, and how we could be catching the same train together in the mornings.
From that conversation I continued with my diary. Having no further calls through the night I will get myself to sleep around 1am.
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.
