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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:

See that 2 stools around the table at the upper portion on the angpow? The one on the left is rounded, foldable stool with metal legs while the one of the right is a square wooden stool.

I remembered having one of the rounded foldable stool at my home last time. Very exciting as you don't know which direction it folded back to (well, I was young and not that genius to figure out the mechanism)

As for the square wooden stool, I don't think we own any as the ones we have were rounded base, but nevertheless, they were still a nice and simple furniture back then.

It was a luxury and prestige thing to sit on a rounded wooden stool when I was young every time we go back kampung as I was still very short and my late grandma had this giant round foldable table.

My family usually get to sit at the table during CNY gathering and I felt so grown up sitting on one but not able to pick up or reach any dishes on the giant table, so always ended up my late mum will choose my dishes and put on my plate - like princess being served hahahah...

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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:

When I see this angpow, I remembered when I was young (less than 6 years old) there was an aunty in my housing area who will make kuih kapit (egg rolls) before Chinese New Year comes and I'll be squatting nearby watching her doing the tedious work.

Mixing the ingredients, layer by layer and pouring it onto the iron moulds (there were like 4 or 6 iron moulds), discarding the excess batter, making sure the fire is just right, slowly waiting till the kuih kapit turned golden color, flipping up the iron moulds and peeling out the kuih kapit and quickly folding it into half and then quarters and then storing them into air-tight containers (back then was Milo tin or those big biscuit tin)

The hard laborious work just to make a few tins of these kuih kapit is just too much for me to bear. I think because of that, I have never been fond of these food. I do sometimes feel like a failure as a Chinese for not enjoying these delicacies but just can't get over the childhood memories...

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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:

The first thing that caught my eyes when I saw this angpow was the bicycle. I love angpows with bicycles, have a few childhood memorable experiences with bicycle and bicycle with dog.

Next thing that caught my attention is the shophouse setting, with the wooden doors and wooden windows. If you look closely, the door at the groundfloor is a wooden swinging door like those cowboy town bar door.

It reminds me of a coffee shop in my late mum's hometown. It used to be a kopitiam (means coffee shop) but the business ended sometime after. However the owner still uses the premise for mahjong venue with his friends and my late mum used to go there to play mahjong with her friends.

I remember that I often go to the shop, gently pushing the door and being careful not to be hit back by the swinging door and looked out for my mum. There were up to 2-3 mahjong tables sometime and as a young child, I tried to be as quiet as I can possibly be without disturbing the adults there.

I would sneak in to ask my mum for a few cents so that I can buy snacks and junk foods before I go rounding around the kampung (means village) with my cousins on our bicycles hahah..

Nice memories...

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