Okay, so where better to start than to show you what food we had. That's lontong, lodeh, sambal goreng, paru and serunding in case you've lived in Outer Mongolia all your life and didn't know better. Please notice the lontong because Alfie cut all 36 rolls of lontong and he even stacked them (he didn't do such a good job on that one though 'cos they kept collapsing).

A nice view of the dessert and my longkang, thanks to my brother, the pervert.

We stacked tables out in the garden. (These are my brother's friends. They're pretending to be shy but 90% of the pictures had them in it. Stupid 14-year-old camwhores.)

We rolled carpets out on the concrete outside and ate in true Kampong fashion.

People started arriving. (Spot the old school picture of me and win a packet of tissue paper!)


They ate and were merry.


And when they had their fill, they rested. (Second picture's the one of The Virginity Bed - named by Maria, Yihan and Syed. My mum intends for her children to get married on it. I don't exactly know HOW but I don't exactly understand my mum anyway.)

While the kids played on the swing in the garden. (That's the front garden by the way, there's another at the back - much nicer actually but stupid Hakim didn't take any pictures of that one)

My sister's colleagues paid a visit...

While my brother goofed around with the camera. That's Harris by the way. He calls Alfiean "Abang Afyang". Hoho. So sweet.

My sister's ex/thingy/bf (she's undecided about his status, see) dropped by because they wanted to compete with Alfiean and I. Whatever lah eh.

The food was finishing...

So people started leaving. Okay, so they aren't exactly leaving. But got less people, okay. OKAY? Geez, you guys are anal.