Angpow Story - Bicycle & Dog

~ Posted on Wednesday, June 24, 2015 at 5:27 AM ~

I have been sharing some of my favorite angpow pieces on an angpow collectors group in Facebook and some members have been telling me to continue sharing my memorable stories and so I thought, why not write it down, that way, our kiddos can read about it when they grow up next time, eh?

For those of you who are not familiar or never heard of the words 'Angpow' (also known as 'ang pau', 'ang pao', 'angpau'), here is a quick definition:

Angpow = Red Packet (filled with cash inside) given during festivals

So for today's angpow story, it comes from this piece of lovely angpow:

Angpow Story

This angpow goes into my collection because of 2 things that reminded me of my childhood.

#1 - Bicycle

#2 - Dog

Those of you who have read my previous angpow story-time sharing about the time I first learned to cycle will know how memorable the experience was to me. Fast forward a few months from that incident, I'm sharing why this angpow brings back another childhood memory of mine.

You see, one fine afternoon, my cousins and I decided to cycle to another part of our kampung (means village in our national language) which was quite like uncharted territories to us young kids back then (we were 10-11 yrs old then) I never been into that stretch of road leading to some more houses inside that area but my cousins said it is a nice quiet place worth cycling around to.

I was tired then and my younger cousin (she was 2 yrs younger than me) said she will cycle and I can sit pillion behind her. Her 2 older brothers sat on their own bicycles.

So off we go cycling towards that part of the kampung. Nice single stories wooden terrace houses. I was just enjoying the cooling air and yes, the free ride hahaha when all of a sudden I hear dog barking behind me.

Sh*tttttt!!! I realized at that point that we were chased by a dog. The boys were faster because they ride on their own bicycles so they shot off ahead leaving us girls cycling like mad.

I was screaming at my cousin to cycle faster (well, now that I think about it, pity her hahahah... 2 years younger than me had to cycle for both of us in order to avoid being mauled by a dog LOL)

I don't dare to look behind but the last I glimpsed, I realized it was just a small puppy, albeit a very fierce one. I know both my legs are up at my cousin's waist LOL!!!! Of course we managed to escape that fierce puppy but it was a long while before any of us dared to venture into that part of the kampung again.

As I reminisced back this incident and writing this down, my heart was beating fast thinking back of the near death experience of being mauled by a puppy. What a nice funny and yet terrifying childhood memories!


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Angpow Story - Butterfly

~ Posted on Wednesday, June 17, 2015 at 12:08 AM ~

I have been sharing some of my favorite angpow pieces on an angpow collectors group in Facebook and some members have been telling me to continue sharing my memorable stories and so I thought, why not write it down, that way, our kiddos can read about it when they grow up next time, eh?

For those of you who are not familiar or never heard of the words 'Angpow' (also known as 'ang pau', 'ang pao', 'angpau'), here is a quick definition:

Angpow = Red Packet (filled with cash inside) given during festivals

So for today's angpow story, it comes from this 2 pieces of lovely angpows (front and back placed side by side):

Angpow Story

When I see this angpow, ESPECIALLY where it comes from, I just gotta add it into my collection. Not because I like butterfly but more because of the company Metrojaya.

I started working as a sales promoter during school holidays when I was 16 years old. I still remembered getting paid RM4/hour for the part-time job, working 10 hours a day and at the end of the month, I gave RM50 to my late dad (he fetched me home with his motorbike every time I finished work at 10pm) and RM150 to my late mum for her allowance, the remaining goes to my savings and expenses.

I was assigned to the Childrens' Department, helping out as a packer. First time I know of such job title. What I did was help out the cashier, to pack and wrap the customers' purchases nicely. Metrojaya has a unique style where all purchases will be put into a thin layered plastic bag, wrapped nicely and then put into a Metrojaya plastic bag. I still remember a supervisor telling me each plastic bag costs 2 cents. Sort of a privilege shopping experience feel.

I continued working part-time during school holidays after that even during college time, earning my own income, not wasting away my holidays doing nothing. In a way, I don't regret working part-time there as the savings I made from the job helps out my parents.

And that is the beginning of my independence stage, sort of like the butterfly spreading its wings to fly, not needing to depend 100% on my parents anymore.

 

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Angpow Story - Kettle

~ Posted on Friday, June 12, 2015 at 5:58 AM ~

I have been sharing some of my favorite angpow pieces on an angpow collectors group in Facebook and some members have been telling me to continue sharing my memorable stories and so I thought, why not write it down, that way, our kiddos can read about it when they grow up next time, eh?

For those of you who are not familiar or never heard of the words 'Angpow' (also known as 'ang pau', 'ang pao', 'angpau'), here is a quick definition:

Angpow = Red Packet (filled with cash inside) given during festivals

So for today's angpow story, it comes from this 2 pieces of lovely angpows (front and back placed side by side):

Angpow Story
When I see this angpow, I remembered my younger years whenever I go back to my late mum's hometown, my late po-po (means grandmother) used to have this giant kettle(okay, I was really young and little and it looked giant to me).

It was quite terrifying to handle such a gigantic looking kettle at such a young age and I never dared to hold and pour water out of it by myself. I always have to bug my cousins to help me or asked my late mum to pour water for me or continue being thirsty until someone went to get water and I quickly ask along for help to get water to drink.

Until today, I have a mini phobia seeing big kettles like this :P Looking at these angpows reminded me of these childhood times. What a bittersweet childhood memories!

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