Our unplanned Diwali home visit

So, my boss kinda allowed us to leave early on Friday. We already knew Sunday is Diwali, many indian colleagues would have taken a day off, we got a special approval to go home.

Without thinking much about the traffic, since my dad is very ill and weak now, I decided to take the opportunity to bring along the whole family to visit my parents over the weekend.

We took 3:30am early morning drive, and with my super safety driving skill, we took a low throttle drive for 3 hours and arrive just in time for a local traditional breakfast.

My hometown is known for its "arrogant" business operating behavior, don't ask me why, that's just how they are for decades(if I live long enough I think I can tell you it's been like that for centuries). When home minister ordered a milk tea less sweet, the solution is throw a tub of white sugar. That actually solved the problem 🤣 I got a bowl of pork noodle soup, and she got a bowl of curry noodle.

After settling lunch for the family, me and the home minister went out again and searching for our late lunch again. We visited several cafe, pretty much all of them are disappointing. I need to reiterate again, the "arrogant" business model does not mean they are bad, it's just how they "concentrate" in doing one thing good. When they're experts in making espresso, you don't expect them to make latte.

Finally, we resort to visiting one of our least expected Malaccan nyonya food restaurant nearby. Shaved ice with coconut caramel dessert to cool us down. Let's forget about how much sugar intake for a moment and enjoy first.

We're actually not that hungry, so we got ourselves some local Kueh dessert. For six pieces of Kueh charging RM8.20 is kinda expensive, but then when you convert it to dollar, factor in the inflation, that's less then 2 buck. What do you expect?

Restaurant is very clean and operate by these ladies. Mainly English speaking, so the home minister got absolutely no trouble in ordering food.

Since I changed job 4 months ago, I haven't been really paying attention and care for the home minister much. For once in a blue moon I take a closer look, just to realized how thin she got recently. I wish I can provide more for her.

I got myself a glass of local iced coffee. Have you heard of "white coffee" from Ipoh? When you come to this town, you do not order "white" coffee. Just go ahead and order coffee, because all of the major roaster here does "white roast" to all of our coffee.

I got myself a plate of egg sandwich, probably one of the laziest preparations but the locals like the runny egg yolk, so this will do well with soy sauce on top and pepper powder to complement the slimmy experience.

Later in the evening, we decided to attend sunset mass at St Michael, the missionary church that setup my school more than a century ago.

The church has undergone multiple renovation and transformation, it's now a modernized church building with air-conditioned. Fortunate enough, the priest wasn't as long winded so we actually quite enjoy the session.

After the mass, we went out and take a photo of the St. Michael statue. i myself is not a Catholic, know very little about these angels, so I have absolutely no story to tell. Perhaps next time I can start googling about it before I commit to make a post.

What I don't like about my home town is, driving behavior. They're not exactly fast driver, but somehow I find it rude. The driving style here tend to be selfish. They will never give way unless you aggressively cutting into them.

So, it's better to stay in the church for a little longer after the mass, wait until the crowd dissipated before you go out and drive, that will actually help you preserve a little more brain cell. Everyone tend to forget they just got out from church and pumping their gas pedal like they're goingn to take off from a racing circuit starting grid.

By the time we settled the kids with their dinner, me and the home minister went out again for a quick supper. We ordered pork chop and chicken chop individually for dinner/supper and called it a day.