'The Weekend That Was The Last'

While I was waiting for my ride back to Taiping last weekend, my wandering eyes caught sight of a notice pasted on the phone booth. It was a call to Muslims to meet at a specified area within Penang town on a certain date; to further protest against a committee called the Inter-Faith Commission, which, according to the details as stated - were in the process of carrying out a plan to abolish the Syariah law in Malaysia; and how every one who branded themselves Muslim should take this as a personal challenge to their faith, and to the faith of their future generations - for it is now being threatened. A few centimeters above the notice was an advertisement, printed most obviously at home, and xeroxed at a shop. One made with strategic cuts at the bottom to form easy-to-tear-off tabs which had the contact number of the person in print, on each. In search of old records from bygone days? it went, and gave some examples from the assortment which they carry; vinyls of Seventies Malay Pop to rare albums of obscure solo artistes. There were two tabs left still, when I was there.

Originally, as a backup plan for not having ordered a cake for Mother's Day (I did this twice, a couple of years back - and no, I didn't enjoy finishing up the 3/4s of what was left), I thought it good that I ask mum out for a mother and son visit to the hairdresser, and pay for the both of us [I was told later that night at a supper session with two old friends that that's the strangest gift they've ever heard for Mother's Day (they themselves opted for cakes for their mums)]. Alas, when I got home, she already had one foot in my cousin's car, and was just about to leave together with my aunt for some visit/outing. I had three missed calls registered on my phone from her (I was evading rain while walking briskly home then). And so I sat in front of the television while eating stir-fried vermicelli, chuckling by myself during bouts of unintended absurdity from a cartoon which I used to enjoy when I was younger, and left for my haircut when it was done. I got mum wonton soup on Sunday (as that was what she had wanted to eat for lunch, and she seldom eats out). I also brought home to her a rose stalk from church, a gift which was to all mothers present there that day.

Before returning here that evening, I wrote a song with the words:

'There's something wrong today, but I feel the other way,
Can't put your calloused finger on anything;
Take a walk and think to yourself,
Take our walks and think to ourselves:
How we get further from each other day by day.'

And called it 'Further'.

It has birds chirping in the beginning, and a car passing after.

Edit: Sorry for not including this earlier, it's a link for downloading the aforementioned track. It's here.

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