organised chaos

"Red is the colour of courage. What courage is there if there should be no defeat to recover from? The Reds will come back to prove themselves again. It’s what they do."

Khairie, I am actually quoting you. Take note: sound very honoured when I talk to you tonight.

Ah, but what use is it? The quote above comes from a non-footie fan. Can he really understand the pain of seeing your beloved team get beaten down with an extremely huge gap in the final score, and to top it all off, it happening at Anfield? Highly doubt it. But I thankyou for trying to cheer me up. =)

I am getting waaaaaay over-emotional about this, but it hurt. It hurt. Watching goal after goal happen…that took a stab at me each and every time. In the second half, it was so obvious that Liverpool was more dominant. I was reciting the names as the ball passed from one player to another, and realised that I hadn’t mentioned many Chelsea players. Not that I bothered to recognise them, of course, not the way I can spot Xabi or Jamie from the other end of the screen, or Gerrard in the corner, or Sami, Luis, John, Mohamed, Peter…Peter.

Peter Crouch.

He had such perfect chances in the second half. You screwed up, Peter! And so did you, John! That header just had to be a wee bit lower to make it through. And Gerrard, though your goal was beautiful…that last attempt…were you aiming for the goalie’s arms?

Sniff. I guess I’m just a little upset. I don’t get it. We fare well in the Champs League game, and that took place at exactly the same place, albeit a different league. Same settings, same teams. What changed? From a boring draw last time to this?

I can already imagine Aisya’s gleeful expression after I texted her the scores when the game had ended…which is why when the game did end, I told her to not talk to me, shooed away Khairie because I might actually snap at him, and most probably scared Widaad away with my lunacy.

No matter what though, I’m sticking with LFC. Liverpool, you broke my heart tonight, as you have broken my heart many times before, but what can I say? Love really is blind. You’ll never walk alone.

Such things at this particular moment are really not important, when you put things in a proper perspective. I have a friend who has lost someone dear to him, while another has his father in the hospital. I need not mention names; they know who they are.

Sometimes…you say so many comforting words again and again that at times they seem so plastic…unnatural…uncaring…as though you were on auto-pilot mode and you just say the things that you normally say to comfort those who are grieving. It’s hard to show them how much you really mean what you say, because your words are words often heard and said in moments of sadness.

I wish at times, that I could just look straight into faces of the people whom I’ve tried comforting before, to show how truly sincere I am in every word that I utter. Complete honesty. Sometimes, I just need them to really know.

Sometimes, its really all that people need. To know you mean your words.

And sometimes, silence can convey more than what a thousand words could.

Enough said here.