End of Year Dinner

My apartment in Putney is haunted. Or at least it resembles one. Water is leaking from the ceiling, mould and mildew are growing (yup, still is!) on our walls and they look like a painting of Pollock's. I can't decide which is worse- that, or how the apartment was haunted with memories. X was probably there for only two days but we were constantly communicating over facetime/ phone/ text and I can remember almost everything that X said/ did at a particular area of the apartment. Maybe I'm just crazy haha. 

Both Algirdas and I are very thankful to Arnie for letting us house-sit while she was in Denmark, and also for allowing us to use her kitchen! I love having dinner parties but I have not had the time to host any this academic year because of the inhabitable condition of my apartment. I invited some of my Melayu friends to come over for a pot luck-ish party on Christmas eve and boy was it kecoh

Posted this picture on my Instagram and someone asked whether we were having a tahlil. Totes. 

Posted this picture on my Instagram and someone asked whether we were having a tahlil. Totes. 

Opor Ayam, Ayam Penyet with Sambal, Martabak Manis all prepared by Axel, and Sambal Tumis Telur by Tengku (Not in picture: mashed potatoes with gravy that looked like bubur kacang by Lili, and salad pasal nak step healthy by Maryam and Firdaus)

Opor Ayam, Ayam Penyet with Sambal, Martabak Manis all prepared by Axel, and Sambal Tumis Telur by Tengku (Not in picture: mashed potatoes with gravy that looked like bubur kacang by Lili, and salad pasal nak step healthy by Maryam and Firdaus)

We played Cards Against Humanity, petted the cats and my favourite bit was when we ended up in the music room and belted out the most jiwang Melayu music. Before I knew it, the dinner somehow extended into a 3 day lepak session #squadgoals. I have never hung out with the same group of friends for 3 days straight and not care about anything in the world, but hey there is a first time to everything and maybe that was exactly what I needed at that point of time. 

Algirdas celebrated this year's Christmas with 11 other Muslims and he told me that this was one of the best Christmases he has had. Both of us have been through so much this year- apartment woes, general college/life problems, financial strains etc- and it felt so good that we both had a lovely and homely Christmas with friends who accepted him the way he is. 

Thank you so much for coming, guys. Home is people. Not a place. If you go back there after the people are gone, then all you can see is what is not there any more. 

Merry Christmas/ Salam Maulidur Rasul/ Happy New Year.