Diana Krall at the End of the Rollercoaster

Diana Krall music somehow seems to sooth the soul for an emo day. As M so brilliantly summed up this day, it has being one big roller coaster ride. Now strapped to my seat at the end of the ride still savouring every turn, bump, drop and climb, figuring out which parts was the most spectacular in order to document and store away deep within the recesses of my mind, I find myself lost in the melodic swirl of her songs. Her voice seems to echo about as it enters my ears, and reverberates through my whole being; every heartbeat in time with the kick and the snare.

There is nothing less ordinary about humble beginnings. Though one would come in to a rollercoaster ride with full expectations of leaving feeling queasy or excited, this day was totally unexpected. Its like being asleep and suddenly waking up to the feeling of being pulled along in a carriage up the steep rails to the top. I woke up feeling like any other morning, tired, full of resentment of having to wake up early despite lack of sleep. I stumbled out of the house with an apple in hand, car keys in the other, and an hour and half of travel to campus ahead.

A lazy seminar later and I was in Seasons sleeping away the ache in my head, my car audio seeming like a lullaby. I woke up to a message from T, and soon was receiving messages from different people as well. A chance meeting with T, a driving lesson or so with M, a movie worth of funny romance stories later and soon the day was half spent, and it had being dreary and slack. The climb to the top has finally being done; now the descent begins.

First was S. S seemed distant and unusually tame, before a torrent of emotion broke out, catching both M and I totally off-guard. I stood transfixed, holding a bottle of coke, jam and nutella in a plastic bag, waiting by the side in the shadows as the two held on to each other. I could hardly fix a thought; all I could do was stand and look away respectfully.

Second was the drive to dinner. The circumstances of S brought to mind my own little three day old circumstance. It brought to mind the end of a dream, a selfish dream. My world came to a halt; deadlines and traffic lights seems to fade away leaving behind only the imagined husk of what I thought would have being. The feeling is emptiness.

Third was a most unexpected sort of call. Y is in hospital, and now surgery is in the works. It might not be serious, but neither is it trivial.

Fourth was another unexpected call, though not for me. It rocked the world for my host, and immediately brought things back to square one. Now comes the time for reminders, and some hard soul-searching.

Yes vague. But vague is good. I once heard someone said that the only reason why shower doors are blurred glass and not just solid opaque doors is because the vagueness accentuated the figure of whoever was inside... yes a little wrong, but yet it made so much sense. Indeed, vagueness is good because it does not block knowledge and recognition of whatever is there, but at the same time provides discrete and interesting disclosure to others who are willing to look. It makes for better storytelling than just total disclosure anyways. As Capote said once: women looked so much better with clothes on.

Okay, enough with the crazy latenight innuendo. I think it prudent for me to go sleep. Tomorrow is another day.