These nights in these days of such an uprising month, seem to begin in caliber of nocturnal pride. Be it with late starts or prolonged endings to last entry’s rise, shall a night never see its full blossom bide.
Again, I start speech and glory here late in these pages, and yet, I came home at 6:45pm. The only substantial difference being that I began writing in my memoirs for yesterday’s entry just to touch it up before moving on, to two pages I included three. However, with my just enjoying two conversations tonight and a lengthy trip home on the train, I figure I should bide bye and bye with such evening storytelling before continuing on the old and drawn-out saga of last Thursday.
Where anew this Thursday is almost amongst us, it will bring with it no urgency to gain payment, just satisfaction that another two weeks is over so quickly.
The Buxom Brunette On The Train
Far from my loathing to jump out of bed this morning, and its being the only one of its kind to hamper such events, we begin with this morning on the train to work for HIH Insurance in Sydney. I recall from notation that I sat next to that girl with the mole, the blonde-turned-brunette. Having a fair pair of breasts on her and looking hot, as I sat myself down on a three seater closest to the aisle, she hopped over me and made her way to the window.
There being a definitive space between our two lusting bodies, we both in athwart glances appeared to recognize each other’s interest. Alas, no words were spoken apart from those in my mind bidding me to make some kind of move, but at the same time, persevering for a laid back response. Making a sudden move after such long procrastination would have seemed obvious. Nay, it had to happen in natural cause as later detailing unto others shall prove.
Anyway, as we approached Central Station my lustful thoughts provoked me to make some kind of body contact as she crossed. Initially being so bold as to urge myself to grab lightly the bottom of her leg and press her forward, my reticence carried cautious measures. As I pushed my feet back into the seat to allow her passage, all I done was touch lightly her leg, and that my friends was it. She headed to the stairs, paused there for a few seconds as the train stopped, and then she was off, unfazed and expressionless as she headed down those stairs.
Acting Like A Sexual Deviant
Seeing Jonas as I stepped off the train at Wynyard, we greeted each other. Then with a few minutes each to spare, I headed up to the Commonwealth Bank with him.
Being in that natural mood of quirkiness, I was walking past heaps of girls being my mischievous self in words and actions. For example, as we made our trek through the arcade and out towards the bank, in passing of a beautiful blonde I would say to Jonas “Look at that hot blonde” loud enough so that she would hear.
At a stage or two through our trek not only did I make girls aware that I was a sexual deviant but I actually kept my eyes glued to theirs as they walked past, turning my body and moaning in my helpless ways.
Jonas could only just laugh at my brazen attempts of mischief saying to me, “You’re toey this morning aren’t you.”
That being a certain text, when Jonas took out some money from the bank, we headed back down towards work. There we noticed that hot Lebanese chick I’ve been speaking to him about in those past few days. Where she was initially wearing an electric blue sweater, Jonas told me that he’d seen her in that same area of Wynyard Station at lunch before.
Playing Pranks On Hot Girls
Seeing another hot blonde on the way back through the station and with Jonas acknowledging it, I unleashed my normality of character in action. Walking very closely past her, in the last second I leaned my head towards her.
Getting within inches of her face, I looked her in the eye and uttered, “What do you mean, this hot one here?”
Having it seem an intentional eavesdrop, Jonas could only laugh and shake his head at my daring ways.
Walking behind a lady in a red dress and humming seemed to be the last occurrence before we made our way to work’s quarters.
Acting High In The Mailroom
Fired up in my attitude, when approaching the mailroom I screamed out “Whew” to which they all just looked at me funnily.
“That’s unlike my greetings isn’t it,” I laughed.
They agreed, to which Chaz added some joke about me not having taken my medication that morning. Regardless, I took the elevator up with Jonas who waited for me within. As we headed up, we parted, and our days of deferential hardship began.
Being Nominated A Section Fire Warden
There being a decent amount of movement in the morning’s worth, it began with my being nominated as a fire warden for our section.
“One of you four decide who wants to be the fire warden for legal” Jana asked myself, Najla, Edith and Kelsey as she headed over with her news.
Jumping eagerly at the opportunity with faith, Kelsey and Najla seemed to second and third my opinion.
“It’s probably best to have a man in that position” Kelsey asked.
Najla Waits On Her Cats Musical Tickets
Jana spun off to compliment her thoughts, mentioning how a previous girl working there had a panic attack whilst doing her duty. Minutes into our mailing session, I learnt through Najla’s frustrations that her ordered tickets to see Cats the musical Hadn’t come in the internal mail yet.
“I’m so pissed off,” she uttered.
I tried making a jest of the situation. Making me shake my head at her Catholic girl poise, the thought of her splurging $600 for eleven tickets was beyond a joke. Acquiring the tickets through the HIH Insurance Fun Club (or something), she wanted to have her whole family and that of Declan to head out together for this show. Knowing that I could spend that money on items more suitable being beside the point, she created her own dubious hope of ever retrieving those tickets.
Chatting On HIH Insurance Win Pops Network
The morning also heralded a much provoked session of sending messages through our computer network. Where Thao instigated it by coming over to my desk, he told me how he’d become addicted to Win Pops.
“I’ll pop you’re ass any day,” I uttered back to him.
As he made his way back to his desk, I broke out into all kinds of wicked shit.
“You’re the man,” he would continually write to my verbal progressions until I finally popped him out with my incessant phrase after phrase.
Cutting Linh also into the picture, the three of us sat on our computer popping for around half an hour or more.
The Goal To Expand My Memoirs Online
Where the day was boring and without compromise, I had a simple schedule of work and one of drudging frustrations. Reminiscing also on those old days with Frank Hou at my old job, for the first time at this new job with HIH Insurance I used my computer for personal purpose.
I came along at work with a new brainstorm of motivation, a redirection in the direction of my goals. Sharing not too great an abundance of detail, I’m looking to expand my memoirs and poetry onto the internet. Where I will create a site for myself, I want to gather together a whole list of people that will make my dream of publishing my memoirs a reality.
Where the internet site shall be made marketable, future money will create future jobs and further upgrades to my site, in the sense of a live wire, digital camera and some developers or Dictaphone typists to write transcripts and such.
Opening up a whole new world for me, I wanted to create an ongoing relationship with time.
A Roadmap To Publish The Memoir
Wishing to devise the future of my memoirs on the computer, I drew up a quick diagram of how long it would take to crunch these four years of writing in my memoirs firmly into a span of one year’s reading material.
Devising the idea of creating an internet site for my memoirs and poetry, I wanted to start injecting daily entries or amounts of pages from the most outdated of my memoirs.
Creating a system that would see my 8,000 or so pages published within the span of one year, the idea is that each day on my internet site would yield a day of events. For the sake of confidentiality, I hope to keep a one-year cushion between my entries and the present.
The entries will probably be classified one-year exclusive. Therefore, if my memoirs backlog was completely published raw on the internet before my idea of hiring publishers and novelists is funded, the newest online entry would be the entry for Tuesday, November 10th 1998, one year prior to today.
Where I only began contemplating the future of my memoirs and their significance, a master plan sprouted in my mind, one which I haven’t had the time to capitalize on. However, as I’ve also felt the same way with playing the piano and just having enough time to call people on the phone, with my lessening values in my memoirs in this concluding segment of the month, things should gradually change.
The whole master plan is brooding in my head. Allow it leave and peace of mind away from all this hostile chronology before it can breath as well as the sighs of poetry when those days were relevant ones.
Lunch On Pitt Street
Heading off to lunch in Sydney at the usual time of 12pm, I made my way down towards Pitt Street with no real purpose or intent. Taking a detour to avoid any premature convictions in seeing Iseul, I walked around the block and then to the front of Grace Brothers on Pitt. Noticing that there was a bit of commotion happening around there, I decide to investigate.
Heading down the escalators and seeing posters of Kylie Minogue looking hot, I was counting my lucky stars hoping this huge gathering so early in attempt was indeed for the idolized vision of the lost years.
Harboring great respect for Kylie Minogue, when seeing on the poster that she was due to arrive at 12:30pm, I became overwhelmed as I headed back up the stairs.
Vowing to come back within minutes, I made my way to Hound Dog a couple of doors down, as I had fifteen minutes to wait. With Stella approaching me jumpily when heading into the store, we picked ourselves off a section of the store as we chatted away. Having her hair all over the place and not looking like she had a scratch of makeup on, I figured I caught her in one of her rushed days.
Looking less desirable than usually presumed, we initially started chatting about how her managers were in the store for that one day.
“Did you know that Kylie Minogue is down here signing for her new book,” I asked.
Stella had no idea, bringing on that playful envy that she beholds. Heading off to the counter, as I asked the lady if she ever worked in the Imperial Arcade store, Stella noticed I was lacking in strength of words and came in to endear my presence.
Introducing me to the girl and knowing not my name, she uttered, “This is a very important customer. He buys a lot of our clothes.”
Feeling what such a compliment was, when Stella was finished with her manager I enjoyed another quick chat. However, as time beguiled me, I had in words to part with Stella and be off on my way to bid Kylie Minogue a bettered day.
Kylie Minogue Book Signing On Pitt Street
Densely populated on re-arrival it was nigh impossible to head down those same escalators. The reason for Kylie Minogue’s visit was because she had a new book come out. With the line stemming halfway down Pitt Street’s shopping section, it was an unbelievable turnout for one woman.
Spotting myself at the start of the crowd at the outskirts of the shopping complex, I stood in the thick crowd knowing I’d been duped with her arrival once before. Noticing that there were girls on the other side of the crowd who were looking over in my direction and smiling, I also noticed a girl from the Campbelltown area on the opposite side. Regardless, as some bodyguards and security separated the crowd, I knew the moment of her arrival would be any second.
Wondering why they had no gates separating the two sections of crowd, I soon realized its insignificance when Kylie Minogue’s white limousine attended. Clearing a way through the crowd as the police pushed people back, I was standing on my toes trying to look past the two people who were in front of me. Catching a glimpse of Kylie Minogue sitting in the back seat with a huge smile of exhilaration on her face, it seemed to me like she was genuinely surprised at the turnout.
Not seeming blasé about the experience, as her limousine passed us, I started moving with the crowd behind the limousine. Crunched up between people, it would have been a great struggle to go against the flow. Therefore, looking at my watch, I urged on with my pushing, standing on my toes to see if I could catch a glimpse of Kylie Minogue stepping out of her limousine.
Being Jostled Around In The Crowd
The crowd’s roars being indication enough, I couldn’t see her at all being twenty men back and in the thick of the crowd. However, as she made her way down the steps, I managed to push my way through to the forefront of the metal gating to hold us at bay.
There only being one person in front of me and it being a good looking girl around the age of 17, I couldn’t help but to be right on top of her with all the commotion behind me. Wearing a red shirt with a vest on top, I had my hands lightly on her hips to keep myself balance, and practically had myself against her in the crunch.
Having two female friends on either side of her, one of them pushed herself on the back of me, her breasts resting nicely on my shoulder blades.
Thinking in my head that I should attend more signings like this because it would be an easy way to meet people, I was going to say something to the girl I was practically attached to in front of me, but of course, decided against such lame proceedings.
Soon enough, as the girls were making their way out, I too made my way down the escalators again hoping to catch a true glimpse of Kylie Minogue. Standing on a table like most other people there, I got to see a guy hand Kylie Minogue a huge bunch of flowers, to which everyone howled out urging him on. The girls standing next to me being the most vocal, Kylie Minogue ended up giving the blushing male a kiss on the cheek in gratitude. Standing here in awe at her pink outfit and dazzling looks for ten minutes, I had to depart from her down to earth charisma forthwith.
Chatting To Iseul At The Sushi Shop
There being only ten minutes left until my arrival at work, I quickly visited Iseul, to which I chatted for a couple of seconds. Handing me over two pieces of sushi for free, she told me how she’d been to the Fox Studios on Tuesday night to watch a movie with her friends. I told her that I would give her a call around 7pm tonight, and then left back for work.
Seeing Manny on the way back to which he was heading in the opposite direction, as he looked completely in his own world I extended my hands and greeted him with a pat on the side.
Heading up in the elevator a touch late, David didn’t think of saying anything quirky about my tardiness but did in his monotonous way yell out, “Tony.”
Never having a better reply I yelled back, “Davey!”
As we made our way out on level two in the HIH Insurance building I mentioned how I’d just seen Kylie Minogue.
“Did you see her on Pitt Street,” I asked.
David abruptly remarked, “Why would I want to go see Kylie Minogue for? I won’t know what’s real and what’s not!”
Taking no real offense to his opinion with him saying it in relative sarcasm, I headed back to my solitary desk.
Najla Displays Her Bitchy Attitude
Where I spent an extra ten minutes after my designated lunch time to eat, I at least tried to do my work, unlike Najla who just sits there and reads a book. However, in her defense and my habitude, others would consider my daily annotation for my memoirs a time waster, especially now that I use the computer at work to do such voluntary deeds to memory.
The second half of the day being leisurely, it brought further frustrations lit from the embers of my animosity to Najla’s slackness. Pissing me off with her bitchy attitude, it all started when I could see the closed files building up. Knowing now that people are starting to look at the mess behind my desk as our problem, I knew I didn’t want to partake in cleaning up that whole section, since I’d started on gutting briefs.
Therefore, I turned to Najla and kindly asked, “So, when do you think we should start on closed files?”
To this she hastily replied, “Well, we don’t have to do them together.”
Then lowering the tone of her blunt animosity, she calmly added “If you have time just do them.”
That not being the answer I was looking for, her lazy consistency was starting to grow a contest of venomous animosity between us both. Where Najla is a loafer, lazy and takes no initiative, I was further frustrated to which she said these words to me whilst reading her book. Sure enough, it was in her lunch break, but ten minutes after lunch she was still reading her book.
An Afternoon Spent Gutting Briefs
Holding my angers at bay and taking the initiative, I headed into Margot’s room to find me some of the files that had been building up. Answering two phone calls while in there, I loved the feel of her room, its spaciousness and the comfort it gave me to talk confidently. Then again, maybe it was just the benevolence of character to which I was speaking to.
Anyway, I headed down to level one to check on the stock for our windowed envelopes.
Seeing Thao on the way down whom I had been Win Popping all day, he said to me “You’re a sick cunt, keep em coming.”
To those very words, I did. Always passing Thao’s desk on the way back to mine from the kitchen, when popping back up from level one I raised my hand in usual gesture. Building up a parody to which we can’t pass our desks without at least looking at each other funny, we usually just stop, turn our heads slightly and look at each other from the corner of our eyes with grinning smirks on our faces.
Give Late Mail To The Mailroom
These being the episodes of my Wednesday at work, I also headed downstairs to the mailroom. Dropping off some late mail, in my sneaky mood, I snuck past the door. Then as I peeped my head around the windowed portion to see that chick, I dropped the mail. Much to their amusement, I stuck around to talk about franking envelopes.
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.
