Cinderella, you shall go to the ball.

I woke up on Thursday 31st December, had breakfast (was supposed to go to work for the last day), but ended up getting sick. Felt really horrible, but still managed to get all pretty for the ball at night.

Complexion made perfect by avoiding cosmetics, but sticking to SK-II.

Preoccupied with our gadgets.

Jean is very tall!So happy together.

The four of us.

Paul the Singaporean.

Bursting balloons just after midnight.

The ball was not good. I barely ate my food because I still felt stuff up my throat, and my tummy was very gassy. Entertainment was so boring. The band was sucky. There actually were long periods of time where the band wasn't performing, but songs were just being played from the player thing. We had more fun taking pictures. Peter, Paul, Mary, and Jean even went left at some point to get dessert at Buttery.

I want something different for 2011.