Wo yao chi

Daddy was a bit slow getting me a snack when I came home from school last night, he just wanted to veg out on the sofa with me and watch the 3 oldest Star War movies - I love them! I grabbed his chin to pull his head towards me, pointed at the kitchen and said "wo yao chi!", chinese for "I want to eat!". Daddy will have to put a bit more work into his language skills, if he's to keep up with me.

If you've been reading the Malaysian news recently, you may have seen some pictures of election posters. The place is covered in them. BN (like BNP in the UK, only made up of BNP One Colour, BNP Another Colour, BNP Less Common Colour sub-parties, bizarrely) are the incumbents, and have the most posters. The local government offices have been very busy tidying up towns, trimming verges, clearing drains. Daddy suggested that maybe there weren't enough BN voters where we live, as the local council gassed us like badgers later that night. The photo is from the bedroom window, just before they did our side of the street. Mummy is still in a lot of pain from the birth, so we couldn't run away. It wasn't very nice, the fogging man deliberately targets windows to get the stuff inside the house. In the past, we've joined the crowd of neighbours walking around the block, turning and backtracking as the fogging man and the wind change direction. Like a carnival, kind of.

The next day, two very nice men came and explained they were checking for Aedes larvae, as one of the neighbours had Dengue Fever. There have been a lot of mosquitoes recently. We have mosquito nets over all the windows, but they can come in whenever we open the front door. Daddy didn't suggest his BN theory to the nice men. But he does mumble about not being allowed to vote, while mummy can in the UK.