Oh God. I had the most exhausting Open House ever. God, please don't give my mother any more ideas about holding another open house. One a year is quite enough, thanks. I haven't even fully recuperated and the mother made me carry a bloody steel bench okay. My. Fucking. Aching. Back.

The boyfriend came over to help mother cut the lontong, move benches around (pics sooon!), place carpets near the garden and eat her sambal goreng. Tiring okay. I had to clean up my pigsty of a room (Oh, and I even had the time to stick shells onto my mirror by myself), do 3 laundry rounds, wipe the bloody cutlery (enough for 180 freaking people) and alot more but I can't remember any of it because I'm too tired.

So night time came and the boyfriend went off to wear his baju kurung. Complete with kain samping! And he wore black to match with me, so walking curtains wish was granted. OMG. What is it about men wearing the full baju kurung outfit that makes me want to jump on them? Do any of you Malay girls feel that way? I don't mean the selenge baju kurung top with jeans, slippers and sleeves rolled up to their elbows. I mean the whole songkok, kain samping and chapal thing. It's more of a turn on than men in uniform. Odd.

Anyways, the evening passed on pleasantly enough except for when we fought and he almost left but then we went to the reservoir to have a smoke and talk things through. The boyfriend came over at 5 am in the morning after work and now he's sleeping on my bed. I'm kinda surprised the mother allowed him to sleep over but ah well, it just shows she must like him. Which is a good thing, yes?

Pictures soon, I promise. School tomorrow. Exploring Contemporary Issues. Ick.