organised chaos

Currently listening to: Damien Rice-Delicate.

Kind of what I’m feeling right now.

So these past few days have been interesting. I’ve been hitting both highs and lows, switching at such an alarming rate, its amazing I’ve still managed to keep my sanity intact…

…but then, since when do insane people admit they’ve lost their minds anyway?

I felt like I was stuck on one of those ship rides usually found in fun-fairs, swinging to and fro, taking this huge intake of breath every time the ship’s just hanging in the air, and gasping for more as it plunges down. All I wanted was to get off the ride.

But enough. By the time I’m done, I’ll probably have depressed those unfortunate enough to read this. Besides, it if there’s one thing I’ve discovered, being sad feels much better than not knowing how to comfort those who are sad too.

So. Time to highlight the highs.

High No. 1: The Liverpool-Luton Town game. This is going to take a while.

I don’t think I can emphasize enough how much I love love love The Reds. True, trailing 3-1 is complacent playing, but they have this undeniable knack of playing unbelievable games with unpredictable final scores. It’s their spirit of fighting back that’s always a joy. Sure, you can root for Chelsea who have the consistency, but who wants to watch boring football? (Aisya’s going to kill me) Headlines associated to Liverpool include ‘the best comeback in the history of football’ for the Champs League, where the word ‘incredible’ falls short of describing that night in Istanbul, and as for the Luton game, ‘one of the greatest FA games in history’. See what I mean?

That game was a definite cheer-upper. A thriller match with a dramatic end. I was chewing my fingers when that Luton penalty went in, praying for another miracle. Then Pongolle came in and turned everything around. It was so hilarious watching Cisse make attempt after attempt to get the ball in…obviously trying to make amends for the earlier penalty he had missed. I liked the show of skills by Kewell who looked like he was dancing with the ball at one point.

The best part though has got to be Alonso’s goals. The first one, from a 35-yard distance, was breathtakingly beautiful. It simply was. The second one, from a 60-yard distance, well into stoppage time, was plain bizzare. Xabi’s always been my favourite player, what with my favourite number on his jersey. (Ask Aizat, he should know. ;p) Good skills perfected with good looks…what more could I ask for? Of course, there’s the new signing Jan Krompkamp…but I haven’t seen what he can do yet. Haha.

The effects of the game lasted a long while. Definitely one heck of a high.

High No. 2: Khairie called. Another one of our famous phone marathons ensued. And he did that despite being unwell, despite me telling him off for not resting, despite me being reluctant to talk. Thankyou, Khairie. You’ve done it yet again.

High No. 3: I watched I Capture The Castle. The movie was good enough, although (as always) the book was a lot better. It lifted me up for a bit, watching a 1930’s English countryside setting unfold before me, with Cassandra Mortmain writing away relentlessly, be it in times of happiness, sadness and even anger. I felt so connected to her in that sense.

High No. 4: I went for a long walk today. Never fails to do wonders for the nerves. The cold weather’s been a big help.

High No. 5: How people have kept on saying how much I look like my mother when she was my age. It seems that the older I grow, the more I seem to possess her features. I’m not sure if inheriting her stubborn streak is also a good thing…

And that’s about it. I don’t think any dosage of Happyzac would’ve been able to produce the highs I’ve hit so far. Lets hope going back to campus tomorrow brings more.

As an extra, I have a wonder-out-loud. Why do men make it so easy to hate them? A male friend aknowledges that there are quite a number of guys who’re plain asses, but I’m talking about those dunce enough to think they can play around with intelligent women. One such example comes to mind right now. My girlfriend did not deserve to be treated the way she was; she’s too good for that, and being the angel that she is, has been very forgiving. Not so the case with me. If she hadn’t restrained me, (physically, I might add) I would’ve actually hurt him with…I dunno, a chair or something. Its a good thing I have a few guy friends to keep my perspective straight…without them, I would probably have foolishly generalised the whole male population as being said animal/behinds, whichever you prefer. So yeah you lot, keep up the good work. The dignity of your species rests on your shoulders.

And on that solemn note, I’m off.

Enough said here.