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Indeed a HAPPY Ramadhan Mubarak

This was what went down last night in Tony Roma's, Pavillion with Christmas, her sister (Myra) and brother (Hijaz), and Little Boy.

The adik-beradik. Haven't seen Hijaz & Myra in THREE YEARS! Where have I been??
Eh, no, they were the ones who were gone for THREE YEARS! Ahahaha!

Then it was the girl's turn for a photo op. :D

Just before break fast the waiter brought out the mini-baguettes.
I smartly asked, "What's this?" and the waiter just casually replied, "Bread".
We burst out laughing right after that. BWAHAHAHA!! Talk about pointing out the obvious.

"Stay away from the bread, Myra!"

And Myra went... "NEVAAA!!! YAAAaaaaaah!!"

Look at all the glorious food!
We were mouthwatering by the time it arrived but decided to wait for Christmas & Hijaz to come back from the Surau before devouring them.

And boys being boys, they discovered tech toys with Hijaz's Iphone 3G S.
Little Boy was rightly impressed.

In the meanwhile, the girls decided to goof off. That's Christmas doing her best "I'm the Juice Vampire" impression. BWAHAHAHA!!!

Then along comes the Thirsty Monster grabbing hold of the Juice Vamp's... er... juice... drink.

Then we interrupted the boys for another photo op. Hehehe.

Soon we realised that Little Boy was engrossed with a game in Hijaz's Iphone.
Eh, nak try jugak!!

So Myra and I decided to battle it out and I emerged victorious. YES!

Afterwards, we went hunting for Bubble Tea.
We found the spot but was disappointed when they ran out of pearls (Aww...).
So we headed over to Old Town White Coffee instead.

While waiting for our drinks to arrive...
See No Evil + Hear No Evil + Speak No Evil = three monkeys messing around

A group photo!

A couple weeks before that, I went out with these lovely ladies... Nasstascia & PinkStar at Jake's. The food were SO GOOD and I braved the steak which turned out to be perfect! That night was a whole lot of laughs too. Our conversation went from adults to mid-teens ending with three vampires; Edward Cullen (sigh...), Angel (swoon...!), and Bill (huh?!?!). We fell laughing our heads off at that last one everytime it was mentioned. LOL!!

Suffice to say I think that this has been a really great Ramadhan. I got to meet a few friends who I haven't met in a while; Phat-in (my long time good friend from school), Nomy (my old choir buddy) and Dieselfire. But there's just too many photos as it is so maybe next time, I'll feature them. Anyways, I'm sure Eid will be just as great if not better!

Happy Eid Mubarak, people!!
Love, Zima


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