Tonight when I got back home from dinner at Lonestar with Lyssa, dad told me I received two calls. One was from a girl called Nini at around 7:30pm and she didn’t leave a number. Running downstairs I was racking my brain to figure out who it could be. Calling Imad, I asked him if he had called me or maybe the redhead looking for him. Imad didn’t call me. After a couple of minutes chatting to Imad I called Ali.
Ali Damages His Celica During Fight
Ali and I talked for around half an hour. He told me the story of how he had a fight with Penelope on their eleven-month thing yesterday. From what I heard, Ali and Penelope had a great feed at Chili’s. When that was over they headed for the car. Penelope started being rude and saying to Ali that she would walk home.
Ali told Penelope to jump out. To prove a point she did. None of them would back out. Ali started reversing his Celica and slowly driving away. Penelope wanted to jump back in the car. Ali finally stopped near the roundabout at Woodbine McDonald’s. Penelope was fuming by now but so was Ali.
Planting his foot on the accelerator Ali started caning his Celica around the back streets of Woodbine reaching high speeds. Penelope literally cries every time Ali exceeds over 80 Km/h. Penelope was so angry she took her seatbelt off in protest thinking that would stop Ali from speeding. It only fueled him.
Ali gunned it some more. Then he had to hit the brakes harshly on his Celica because a taxi was in front of him. They headed for Bradbury where Ali burnt up his clutch. Hitting two large potholes, Ali’s Celica touched the ground. With the wheels still spinning, Ali broke the axle on the differential.
Angry, Ali drove to his house. Penelope happy about the turnaround jumped out of his car, into her car (which was parked at Ali’s house) and scooted off home. After that little story and some talk about this Saturday of the weekend, Ali and I said our good-byes.
Late Call To Lyssa
I called Lyssa back. Lyssa was just out the front of her house with Penelope before she came to talk to me. Shifty as I am, I tried to find out what Lyssa knew of the situation. Finding out nothing I eventually told her the story. I then told Lyssa the story of how a girl called Nini called me and how I called people trying to figure out who it was. Fussed, we talked about that for a while.
Lyssa thought the mystery caller was Jewell. I had a feeling in my mind that it also could have been her. Then after half an hour Lyssa had to go to sleep for work. I figured I might as well try Jewell, so I called her mobile phone.
Discuss Mystery Caller With Jewell
Answering her phone, Jewell was at home. She hadn’t been the mystery caller. Feeling it was uncalled for just to talk for a couple of minutes, I called her house phone. Jewell was on her new computer just before I called. We talked about who this mystery caller could be.
Finally it clicked and I realized, the mystery caller was the Asian girl who gave me her business card at Central that day I bought a movie and Lyssa was sick. The funny thing about her business card was when I called the three numbers, two of them had no recollection of the business or its name and one of the telephone lines turned out to be a fax machine. Hanging up the phone I tried to call Nini’s mobile phone but it was on voice mail.
Jewell & My Hypothetical Death
Calling Jewell back we then started our conversation again. Jewell was in a quiet mood tonight as she told me that Davine (who is seeing Zola) has been found cheating on her.
As we started to delve into a deep and meaningful conversation, I thought of the fact that if something terribly wrong happened to me (like I died), who would be there to tell Jewell?
No one but me knows the importance of Jewell knowing, being at my funeral and so forth. Because I have kept everything hidden inside regarding Jewell and I, she will probably never find out, or until it’s too late. Time will glide by and Jewell would start to get worried that I haven’t called for a long time.
In a bid to find out what happened she calls my house, only to find out the truth. By then it’s too late. I’ve been put to rest. Everything has been said and done. No one will believe Jewell and the significance she is in my life. Jewell will be alone with no one but maybe Zola to find comfort in. How hard would it be on Jewell to have been so close but to finally lose me without resolving issues, without seeing me for the last time?
If the roles were reversed and something bad happened to Jewell it would be different. On one hand I would find out quicker and I would have people that would understand what Jewell was to me, like her parents, Zola, her friends and Kofi. In them I would be able to find a bond and soothe my heart somewhat. If I was still with Lyssa then that would completely change the situation. I’m not sure if that will make Lyssa and I stronger or if I would like to break it off and hide away, but it will change nevertheless.
Reminiscing On Our Past
Jewell and I also talked about the day that we lay on my waterbed and got onto each other and went further. Reading through my Diary after our last conversation, I worked out that Jewell was building herself up to that day. Jewell’s feelings would build up to that day. When the day finally came, Jewell thought it was the right thing to do at the time. The feeling was completely new to Jewell but she stopped it because she wasn’t ready.
Before reading the Diary I always thought it was a chance occurrence… that it just happened. The truth is, as always with Jewell, plenty of thought processing went into that reaction a couple of days beforehand. As Jewell and I got closer and closer, she got more relaxed being around me and thought it was time to take that step.
Jewell and I also talked about the first time we kissed. Reminiscing on how we sat down on the long chairs in the darkness and talked to each other then, when I got too close Jewell jumped up as shy as she was and started dancing around to keep herself away from me. Eventually I walked her up the hill and lay her on the ground. Cuffing her hands within mine, sprawled on the ground with her knees up, I lay one on her. I’m still surprised that I was the first person she had kissed properly. I was her first everything and still am.
Jewell Stuck In A Love Triangle
Near the end of the night we started talking about how Jewell is once again stuck in a situation. Because our togetherness has such a strong hold on her, she can’t move on. Because Jewell has never done anything with anyone before, I know she is edging to try something intimate, hopefully with me. I’m sure Jewell is thinking in her head that if she goes back out with me, later on in life, she will want to experiment with people apart from me. That’s how I was and still am thinking.
My thoughts are that if I go out with Jewell after Lyssa, it will probably be for a long time, maybe even forever. With that in my mind, have I been with enough people to finally settle down? That’s a question I frequently ask myself. I know Jewell probably would too.
The fact of Jewell and I both going out together straight away brings two issues forward. Firstly, the fact that Jewell and I both need more experience before attempting to settle down, thus separating and eventually, that might split us up for good. Second, apart from the fact that fantasy will once again be reality, I will probably have to start all over again. I will need to break off ties with most of my friends for a while so that they can get used to the idea I have someone else in my mind.
Planning Tomorrow
Calling Jewell at 9:30pm, the clock had run up to midnight. It was time for Jewell to hang up the phone otherwise her mother would do it for her. So we said goodnight to each other. As usual, we both didn’t say all we had to say. We need a couple of days straight talking to do that.
Now I’m here on my computer. It’s 2am and I have a hunger for some food. After I have something to eat I might stay up and do some artwork. As Lyssa is coming over my house tomorrow, all I have to do tomorrow is to wait.
What I might also do tomorrow is call up some of the jobs. Hopefully I will have had some demo tapes sent to me in the mail. Here’s hoping.
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.
