  It's a beckoning of nature.
The time where birds flock to south to escape the cold harsh winds of winter. Where salmons swim against river currents and waterfalls to lay eggs on higher earth.
The return to our mother ship.
First stop, Cafe Havana Malate. Where the latin sights and sounds were enough to kick in some taptapping to our eager shoes. Mike, Xsy and I got some drinks to fire up the night ahead. After scorching the floor with some Salsa with Xsy, who, after a few sips, definitely needed this night like I do, we headed to Mike's Friend Jersh to drink some more.
Next Stop, Fiama, where we met with Deux and her friends, drank some more, Chitchatted, posed for some papparazzi shots, did a critical observation of the ecosystem then head to Havana Greenbelt to graze more on the dance floor. Bumped into some common friends at Masas. Then head up over Xsy's condo.
It is nights like this that make you say that you are alive. Funny thing, there were a lot of Pumbas and Timons grazing the party places as well. Hehehhehe.
ps. Xsy, your feet looks fabulous. Blog-worthy for posting. Drool and weep ginger feet people. Nyahaha.
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