woke up in an unusual mood.
skimpy thoughts of that very someone strewed fairly enough to make me feel bad.
not that someone who came knocking my door early morning.
not that big machine that has its own critical moment spinning with its squeeky sound.
in just three winks, things turned upside down.

seeing the almost empty spaces in the four-wheeler white-green vehicle with Zen made me feel so much better.
less than five golden agers were at least staring out of the window bus.
thinking of who to vote for tomorrow's Russian President election?
thinking about when and how to face their final twitch?

Zen had so much to talk about. too much now.
but all i could do was to bestow my ear although not all were pleasurable.
the distance from home to our destination weren't far enough.
but too far to walk on foot and too cold for an early morning legwork.

i miss the younger days.
like the chances i never took and the lessons i never learnt.
i miss the carefree years.
like the days when i was so clean and unmix with any clique.
been there, done that!

Zen understood me too well.
knows when to penetrated me at the right time with the sensible songs.
impressed me with the sense of humor that other people would not know how to get me right.
involved me into subjects and fields i would have not bother to turn myself into.
initiated me with such brilliant concept i never thought other people could think of.

hours of conversation made.
lamenting on emotional topics, i just had to.
seems like Aunt Sally had skipped her work today.
sigh.

but not to worry.
i'm just as good as you may see.

Kopi Kat Klan's Ice Kacang is the perfect song for this moment.
thanx Zen.

*alyn, kak lea & i*