I scored my first major victory in the campaign for maid's rights. Jovelyn (the new maid) now has a door with a lock for her room. For the past few months, she has been living and sleeping in a room with no door. I did it with a combination of coercion and threat. I mean, getting frustrated didn't help (Adela tried that when she was here). Asking nicely didn't work (I tried it at first). So, I had to threaten and do that psycho thing that I sometimes do (guilt is the key). But look at the nice new door! It is only right that this young girl who has come to work in a strange country in a house with strangers has a lockable door to her room. Sometimes, the ends justify the means.

Yesterday, I had a nice BBQ at East Coast Beach with my family.
The first two pictures show how I have changed my "look" since coming home.

First, I visited the hairdresser's,



Then I visited the dentist, who did a fantastic job.



With my new looks, I tried to pick up a hunky swimsuit model.



My lovely grandmother. Her hair is almost like mine.



On a rocky wave break, a little boy ran towards me as the sun set.



For now, his feet are still smaller than mine. But not for long.



The food was good...




And the Satay man was psychotic. Driven insane by Satay so big they were more Kebab than Satay.