In Grand Auntie Sai Peng's Garden

During our trip to London, my family and I stayed at Grand Auntie Sai Peng's home, whcih she graciously offered to us. Here are some pictures of Grand Auntie Sai Peng, Auntie Daveen, Mummy, Daddy and I in her lovely garden.

Oriental City, Colindale

Oriental City, introduced to us by Grand Auntie Sai Peng, has whetted my appetite for Malaysia (or at least the smell of or the taste of its food via Mummy).

London

After sorting out the paperwork with regard to my registration and passport, my family and I went to Hyde Park, which is right around the corner from the Belgrave Square where the Malaysian High Commission is at. We also walked around Leicester Square and Covent Garden.

Trains are totally awesome!

The concepts of country and citizenship

I'm still getting to grips with the concepts of "country" and "citizenship." It appears that though I was born in Salford, my parents are from a distant land called Malaysia. Further, due to my Daddy being a Malaysian, I too am a Malaysian citizen. (But if "citizen" is from the root "city", shouldn't my Dad be a Kuantanite and I a Salfordian?)

Though born a Malaysian, to register my citizenship my family and I made a journey to a far away town called London, which is the capital (I guess the most important place) of the country I'm now in. There, we went to the Malaysian embassy, which is where a group of Malaysians represent the whole of Malaysia in a non-Malaysian piece of land.

In fact, to further complicate things for my wee four-month old head (albeit a rather large one), not only is the Malaysian embassy an embassy but is a High Commission. This seems to be what embassies of Commonwealth countries are called. Commonwealth countries being pieces of land formerly united and controlled by one land. Why anybody would want to occupy more land boggles my mind since I'm not quite yet exploring all the land on my playmat.

But I digress. At the embassy/High Commission, I registered my birth and signed up for a passport, which allows me to pass through the ports of the many different lands not in Salford or London.

Here are some pictures of me on the way to the High Commission, in a queue (I hear there's lot of queueing up in life!), and getting changed while in the queue.

At Mummy's Workplace

Last Tuesday, I had an appointment with the ENT (Ear, Nose & Throat) specialist, thus headed to Pendlebury Children's Hospital, which is Mummy's workplace.

On clothes when one goes out

When I went to church last Sunday, I discovered what some seem to quite dread: the scenario that the clothes you're wearing are the same as (or quite similar to) another's. Here are some photos of Auntie Migdelia and I. Quite neat, I think!

On certain things which are private when one's all grown up

I hear that in this world I'm slowly growing into, certain things are private, not to be disclosed.

One of these things, so it seems, is one's weight. Especially when one's in the 91st percentile. (It appears that's ok though since I'm around the 98th percentile for length aka height... my Daddy says I take after him - errr, sorry, Dad, I don't think so).

Anyway, went for my immunisations yesterday and all went well. My length's 88cm and my weight's between 7.8-8kgs, depending on my position on the tiny weighing scale (yes, I admit it's not too precise). I took my jabs pretty well, and am all set for another visit to the doctor's next Tuesday (an ENT appointment).

Immunisation Tuesday

Here I am looking at Mummy as she chats with Auntie Cheng Yi.

Later this afternoon, I go to get further immunised.

Saturday pix

Here are some photos of me before going to Trafford Centre. My parents had lunch at Yo Sushi, while I slept a little and had a poo.

Lunch at Auntie Annabel's

On Sunday, a few of us had lunch at Auntie Annabel and Uncle Richard's. We had Mexican food (tuna+mayo in peppers wrapped in fried egg), Kentucky Fried Chicken (Daddy's current craze), roast beef, roast pork (turkey? I don't know for sure - I just drink milk!), etc. We were quite an international crowd. Here I am with some of the older children (I'm waiting for Baby Bryce so I won't always be the youngest!) around Auntie Lizzie. In the picture where there's four of us, there's a Ghanaian, a Kenyan, a South African, and me (currently citizenless!).

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