The day of ultimate blitz and glamour, led by the theme of La Cosa Nostra, the epitome of Sicilian mafia encompassing the atmosphere of the splendid night. Everyone could not help but appear in their stellar outfits to grace the occassion. We booked a room at Furuma Riverfront hotel to ease preparations and offer ample rest without compromising and sacrificing transport woes. Dinner at  Marriott was BELOW average, absolutely not a meal to be associated with a hotel of such stature. The night's programme was so-so, but the real party only started after "dismissal", where everyone bid tearful goodbyes and captured pictorial memories. Nah, it was more of a joyful affair than that in actual fact. 

Camwhoring in the hotel's toilet dressed to the nines, albeit sherri's yoga dress.

As if we were going for a wedding.

The indispensable dependable guy, missing the third titanium brother.

My clubby colleague. "Clubby", not "chubby".

With joanically. Was that meant to be an adjective?

With xiao tian tian, who looks even more like a stick beside me.

Vampirish me and baechiki.

Not-so-vampirish me and baechiki.

The one who attended to do yoga.

With the boony boon boon. 

The guy with the massive ego who likes to think otherwise.

With the Big-Bird™.

Awkward faces, pretty Asian-like considering the lighting.

My 6th year knowing this extremely "impunctual" bimbo.

The one well-versed in the poisoned art of words.

With the sassy oriental bells.

With the chiangmai tomyum girl who look so unwilling for the picture.

Brown shoes for the win!