My late grandfather was a (probably autistic) man with a deep passion for flash lights and anything with batteries. So even at his grave, people leave him flash lights
Growing up with him he would often bring different flashlights with him to the bathroom (sometimes all at once) and he would demonstrate them (by pointing them at me)
People shit on the Tenderloin (and in the Tenderloin, lol) but I would also describe it as the hub of Vietnamese and Khmer Chinese people. You can see it from the pho restaurants here in little Saigon, but here’s a view of some of the quieter everyday things in the private lives of people here (my neighbors have their offerings out for the ancestors for Qing Ming)
I lived in the 'big city' most of my life but it didn't take long to get used to life here in slow-and-steady Ipoh. It's Qing Ming/Cheng Beng time of year and I feel slightly affronted at all the traffic from outstation. (Spoilt brat.) Good reminder to add in this piece into our homeschooling. In Waldorf education, festivals are important. A little challenging for me because it's not something my parents really emphasised growing up. #ipoh#malaysia#qingming#chengbeng#chinese#festivals