A man on a mission today, a mission of that for pleasing one woman only, and that woman is Jewell.
Dedications CD Poem
While at work today I started on the cover for the CD I am making up for Jewell. The cover was printed on computer. I wrote a poem for Jewell on the inside script reading.
So elegant, with a glide in one’s walk,
Never absent, a touch like a gentle breeze,
Incentive enough for seduction of the mind,
Passively aware, thought drifted with the wind,
Exposed to a purity that was selfishly mistaken,
Read me one hundred times, I always change…
Each first letter in this poem spells my name to Jewell (SNIPER). Each line in this poem represents a date and the song that goes with it, speaking of the date and explaining the song.
Whenever I want to make music, whenever I want a girl to be putty in my arms, whenever I need to be a poet, I really make things happen.
Coming home from work I got a lift home with my dad.
Then I rang up Jett and Ali.
Ali came over.
Then Imad came over. He told me that he didn’t see Mace today.
Jett came over too. My work reference is being written up and will be finished tomorrow.
Kofi Shares Good News
Ringing up Kofi today I talked to him and asked him how life was going. He told me life was good. After some small talk, he told me something that I was hanging for.
“Jewell wants to send you a letter. She must be missing you.”
That’s all I wanted to hear to send me into a dream of what could now be.
It makes me feel good to know that it wasn’t only me who spent countless nights thinking of her, not being able to sleep, and everyday wondering how things could have been and what we would be in the future.
Mutual Lingering Feelings
Since Jewell and I have parted our ways, we weren’t sure of why we had done it. I was nice to her. She was good to me. It just happened. But I never touched anyone after we broke up, not for the reason that I thought we would get back together, but no one seemed right enough to get onto after Jewell and I. Not even Phoenix throwing herself at me helped.
When Jewell rang me that night when Phoenix was here, I knew I was doing something wrong.
This CD that I have put all my effort into will make Jewell cry with tears of joy. I can just see her getting the CD and thinking about me, how much time I have thought of her and how much effort I put into this project. I can see her smile when she listens to the songs and tries to understand my mind. I can see her tears when she realizes that what we had was good, and what we haven’t done about it is so very wrong, very wrong.
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.
