just one fine friday evening..with the warm..of:

Macchiatto..(is the spell correct?heheh)...
decent conversation..
The music....
Sparkling eyes..
Musk...
the spirit...

Well..i miss the old stuffs...
The smell of coconut mist...
The debate...
The laughters..
The fussing and fighting....

I am too weak to get any rejection, said my friend..and perhaps so do i.....
Wanna dance now....
Common' babe..Light my fire..."Astrud Gilberto"

~kruger~