mambo night was a blast. saw a couple of familiar faces around.. actually it wasn’t anything to do with the place lah. not that i enjoyed the funny dancesteps, you see.. it’s the company, and the drinks. but i think the last thing i really recalled saying was “graveyard tastes like coffee”. *laughs* anyways, thanks charles and carmen for seeing me home, and sorry too for whatever i did, or did not do. hahaha.. pictures shall be up soon when i get the full set and finish cropping them for blogging purposes. am having a little hangover now but i think the butterflies in my stomach is killing me more. my heart is beating like so fast like nobody’s business and seriously, i’m already starting to feel nervous for later. i probably am just too afraid to fail. *sigh*