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It's Official: I'm a quarter of a century old

Are you folks like, happy now? I'm like the last one from our batch to turn 25 and not before I could bask more in my little moments of "Hahahaha (points at the rest) I'm still 24" did I realise that my birthday crept up over the weekend. Darn it. Handphone went beeping like Dr. House's pager and because I didn't save my numbers from the old phone, all birthday wishes were replied with a "Thanks you, who's this?"

HAHAHAHAHA.

Anyway, on the morning of the D-DAY, this two monkeys made themselves at home, in my kitchen, rummaging for God-knows-what whilst I was typing away on the computer at 9am.

I called out for Jess who refused to let me step into my messy kitchen and when I asked what's with the noise, she retorted, "It's the mouse!"

Erm, righttttt.

Then, Mavis walk into the hall suspiciously eyeing for something and she won't tell me what.

Until, Jess came in with a flaming light on a something very yummy-looking.

*yawn* Here I am, doing the bunny pose as I was delighted. When they started singing, I was hopping. Like literally.

You see my face! Like ten nights without sleep

Hahahahha, notice any similarities here? (Or differences?) Dug out this old pix just for fun.

Later that day, I went shopping with Mr. Muscle Man who, like other testosterone-driven man, couldn't decide what to buy for me, so he had to bring me along. Where's the surprise in that? Hehe. But it was all good.

For dinner, we walked in Bangsar with that whole stretch of N1NE, etc restaurants. I didn't really feel like having Thai that night as I was being a little more adventurous, however, Mr. Muscle Man didn't like the idea of French cuisine as he was starving like a boar and he'd kick up a fuss if the food sucked.

So, we stood outside for ten minutes just bickering and me demanding him to put on his best behaviour and not throw his fit.

And we stepped foot into Le Francais.

Opening the menu was like a culture shock. I'm sorry but ordinary people like me get a kick out of this. Firstly, the main course was probably like less than ten dishes to choose from. And the beverage list made out of alcohol. Hmm, not intending to be drunk here but...we played it safe with water. Wait. Evian as a matter of fact. RM13 PER BOTTLE. Better make sure we drink it till the last drop of H20.

Mr. Muscle Man thinking, "Huh, only bread?"

Pretty lights adorned the wall

Toast with Evian - don't play play with crystal clear yet expensive...water

Ze French..ahh... theyz onlyz eatz smallz portionz...itz makez my boyfriend HUNGRY. Sheshz. His medium-rare steak was good according to him but way too small for his stomach. And my fish.. where do we start. It's some premier Barramundi fish exported from Iceland. I wikipedia it up and it turns out to be a Hermaphrodite fish. Gulp. It was good as well. Of course it'll be good, it's freaking eighty-eight bucks!

Super expensive dinner for two.

I hate Mondays.

I wish I was forever 21 (lol).

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