My ball, His ball.

One year ago, we went to a ball together.

One year later, we are still going to a ball on the same day.
But, across the globe. You, in Malaysia; me, here.



In 15 minutes time, I have to start getting ready.

You would only start dressing up in 2 hours' time.


Last year, at this time, I was curling my hair at a salon, and sending enthusiastic smses to you about looking forward to the night.
Last year, at this time, you were on your way to Mariott Putrajaya to check into our room.



I am excited about tonight, but it just isn't the same.




I won't have to you hold my hand when I cross the doorway into the grand ballroom.

I won't have you peel my prawns for me.

I won't have you to hold my clutch for me while I stride around the tables.

I won't get to ooh and aah over your cufflinks.

I won't get to lie in your arms on a big fat king-sized bed after kicking off my heels.

I won't have you looking into my eyes after I stepped out of the bathroom, to tell me "You look stunning".

I have my beautiful cream-colored dress, but I don't have the one person I really want to see me in it.

But it does not matter.
'Cause you are there with me.
I'll see things through my eyes, and I'll recollect it to you in my excited high pitch voice. ;)
Every experience and sight that I absorbed tonight, you shall have a share. :)



And I shall take many many many many pictures so that you can drown me in compliments. :P


Have a great, fantabulous night k?? =)















I still wish I am there to see you at your finest.

And I wish you are here, period. :)