Everything

It all began with a ringtone I heard from Along's phone. "Wahai janji setia sudah diucapkan. Aduh, kata bersumpah telah ku padukan..." "What song is this? Sounds like Yuna singing this song." "Yuna buat cover. An old song by Rokiah Wanda, bulan ditutup awan." "The lyric is so rich." "Kan?" Which made me think of what me and Abah have in common, the taste in arts, and that started a series of images, posters, catchy dialogues from our favorite movies, melodious rhythm and beautiful lyrics, falling like dominoes. Once Abah had his Radio Klasik f.m in car, my siblings got hopping mad trying to change the channel, considered Abah as one good old boy they didn't even listen to the music first. It was an unsettling and gloomy atmosphere to him, heating was playing up. Instead of listening to an outraged phone-in, I turned back to his Radio Klasik f.m. We were just about to enjoy the sound of furious engine when the ...

You know the sensation when you bite down with an amalgam filling against tinfoil? That's how I feel right now, only from inside my chest, a poisonous, sick fizzling of nerves below my rib cage. Nothing went in from the movie I watched just now and the novel I read, just as distractions for me without having tried it too hard. I am tired. I am sick of this situation. Allah, Ya Allah. :'(