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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:

Today's storytime revolves around this set of angpows given to me by an awesome collector friend. Now what does this set of angpows reminded me of? Somwhere in between of waiting for Form 1 to start, my late dad gave me this catalogue of tiles design.

It's like a 6 inch by 12 inches booklet of pages and pages of pictures filled with tons of tiles designs. I remembered being so in awe looking at those designs.

I stayed in a government flat and the only floor tiles we have was those half by half inch very simple looking beige colored tiles in the toilet floor and those 6 by 6 inches white tiles around the toilet wall. Other than that, cement floor and wall all around our flat at that age.

So, that explained my amazement and excitement of owning that catalogue. It's like a mini dream getaway where my house one day will have all these awesome tiles LOL

Anyway, I kept that catalogue like a precious but when I started form 1 and we have Arts subject, I started using the catalogue to help out with my art work. When teacher taught us about geometric and organic forms of art, I turned to my catalogue. For our homework, we have to cut out any patterns with geometric and organic designs from newspaper, magazines, brochures etc, anywhere you can find, we have to cut it out and paste it onto the art paper to submit the homework.

I remembered getting an A+ for my homework. I felt so so so happy with that and I remembered my Arts teacher's remarks that my homework is good as I was able to find unique materials from others.

I also turned to the catalogue for other occasions such as DIY greeting cards and also other Arts subject homework. By the time I finished high school, the catalogue is almost gone. All cut up with holes everywhere. It has served me really really well.

I wonder whether I can get any more catalogues like that now? Hmm.....

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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:

Today's  storytime revolves around this angpow from Sungei Wang. Those who have read my previous storytime about the Metrojaya butterfly angpow might remember that I started working part-time at 16 years old during school holidays, 10am to 10pm every day for 1 month plus.

Throughout my working time then, I get half an hour break twice daily and most of the time, I will go to the 4th floor of Sungei Wang, where the food court is to have my lunch and dinner. It was famous for its numerous economical and budget food for working folks around there. 

I remembered the rows and rows of long connected tables and chairs, people sitting and joining other people's table, all in a hurry to eat and rush back to work. Our small little luxury then was the many TVs all around the food court areas showing Stephew Chow's (one of the famous Hong Kong actor) movies. You can practically see which are the popular hot spots around the food court, as lots of people will be sitting near the TV areas hahahah...

I went back to work part-time in Metrojaya again while waiting for my SPM results and of course, Sungei Wang remains my favorite eating and break time spot for me.

The last I went there was years ago, things have changed so much there, more foreigners working there, lots of new shops, things are just not the same as how I remembered it decades ago.

Sungei Wang holds a very dear place in my heart thanks to my early working experience there.

 ** Note: I have disabled the commenting feature on my blog engine thanks to all the spammers who happily spam my blog every day. If you wish to ask me any questions, you can find me at my Facebook page (I'm there almost everyday) or just drop me an email if you wish to maintain some anonymity.

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:

Take a look at the picture of the man playing the big drum on the bottom left part of the angpow. I remembered one of my earliest encounter with lion dance troop at very close up (like 2-3 feet away) was during my school holiday time at my late mum's hometown.

During CNY, there will be a group of lion dance troop that will go from house to house to perform. They will do all the dance in front of each house's altar (my late popo was a Buddhist) and plucking and peeling the lettuce or orange and then taking away the angpow.

It was during the peeling process that was so thrilling as the lion dance was lying down still and quiet (with drums sound softly tapping behind mimicking your surprise heartbeat). I remembered few occassions where my cousins and I would be touching the lion dance costume and the head and was curious and excited at the same time.

One time, my cousins and I even tried to play the drum using tin can but was told by someone not to ever do that as there was a belief that whoever other than those in the lion dance troop who play the drums wrongly, is kinda like mocking the spirit of the lion or whatever (can't remember) and can even incur wrath and bring death to your ownself. I can't recall clearly what other details on this but needless to say, we stopped drumming for fear of dying and incurring the wrath of whatever/whoever...

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