Angpow Story - Nasi Lemak

~ Posted on Thursday, March 8, 2018 at 11:23 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

Take a good look at the yummylicious looking nasi lemak at the bottom right of the angpow. NASI LEMAK.

I remembered even at young age, I fell in love with nasi lemak. Just love love love nasi lemak. When I was young (before 12 yrs old), my late mum will tapau (it means take-away in Cantonese) nasi lemak for my breakfast and I will patiently pour out the rice onto a big plate, flattened the rice with either my palm or the back of the spoon and then slowly cut the boiled eggs into small cubes and decorated the boiled eggs, kacang (ground nuts) and ikan bilis on the rice. (Sorry I don't eat vegetables back then so cucumber got chucked away ooopss..). Once done, my plate of nasi lemak looks like a gorgeous cake... which I lovingly 'cut' into slices and devoured slowly, 'slice by slice'... such a memorable experience...

The best nasi lemak I have ever tasted in my life is the Indian lady stall right at the motorcycle parking in my old government flat last time. Have shifted out from there for 11 years, I don't know whether she is still alive or around or not. Her nasi lemak will always remain at number 1 in my nasi lemak top chart. Unbeatable.

Number 2 would be the pakcik selling the nasi lemak in between the alleys at Jalan Bukit Bintang before HSBC building. The last I recalled, there are some Arabs restaurants in that area and it changed so much I can't recall much.

Number 3 would be the nasi lemak from Village Park restaurant in Damansara Uptown. For those of you who think their nasi lemak is the best, nah.. it is number 3 in my list.

For those of you who want to read the story about the coffee cup in this pic, I mentioned about a childhood memory on it too. You can read it on my angpow - kopitiam post.

Anyway, thank you for reading my story today and I hope that my nasi lemak story will brings back happy memories to you too!


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Angpow Story - Wendy's

~ Posted on Wednesday, February 7, 2018 at 11:04 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

When I was pregnant with my first child, I had cravings for fast food and during that time, Wendy's first opened an outlet at Jaya One and hubby brought me there to try out the new restaurant. I ordered the chicken burger and fell in love with the meal! I had it so many times, averaging about 3 times a week, and ALWAYS ordering the same meal EVERYTIME. Hubby got so jelak but went along to accompany me hahaha...

As the months go by, we noticed the burgers are getting smaller, the condiments shrinking, the price increasing... so we changed to McDonalds, Carls Jnr and even Burger King. Anything to satisfy my fast food craving.

Until today I do miss eating Wendy's burger set but decided not to whenever I think of the price and portion wise.

Luckily first child is not a girl, else I think will be named as Wendy lol!!!


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The Story of A Butterfly

~ Posted on Thursday, November 10, 2016 at 11:20 PM ~

I hope to share with you all the inspiring message from the story of a butterfly that I read recently. There's quite a number of versions to this story but the lessons to learn are the same.

"Once a little boy was playing outdoors and found a fascinating caterpillar. He carefully picked it up and took it home to show his mother. He asked his mother if he could keep it, and she said he could if he would take good care of it. The little boy got a large jar from his mother and put plants to eat, and a stick to climb on, in the jar. Every day he watched the caterpillar and brought it new plants to eat.

One day the caterpillar climbed up the stick and started acting strangely. The boy worriedly called his mother who came and understood that the caterpillar was creating a cocoon. The mother explained to the boy how the caterpillar was going to go through a metamorphosis and become a butterfly.

The little boy was thrilled to hear about the changes his caterpillar would go through. He watched every day, waiting for the butterfly to emerge. One day it happened, a small hole appeared in the cocoon and the butterfly started to struggle to come out.

At first the boy was excited, but soon he became concerned. The butterfly was struggling so hard to get out! Then it seemed to stop making any progress. It appeared as if it had gotten as far as it had and it could go no further. The boy was so concerned he decided to help. He snipped the cocoon to make the hole bigger and the butterfly quickly emerged!

As the butterfly came out the boy was surprised. It had a swollen body and small, shriveled wings. He continued to watch the butterfly expecting that, at any moment, the wings would dry out, enlarge and expand to support the swollen body. He knew that in time the body would shrink and the butterfly’s wings would expand. But neither happened!

The butterfly spent the rest of its life crawling around with a swollen body and shriveled wings.

It never was able to fly…

The boy’s good intentions hurt the butterfly. His kindness and haste did not understand was that the restricting cocoon and the struggle required for the butterfly to get through the tiny opening were God's way of forcing fluid from the body of the butterfly into its wings so that it would be ready for flight once it achieved its freedom from the cocoon. Without the struggle, the butterfly would never, ever fly.

Sometimes struggles are exactly what we need in our life.

If God allowed us to go through our life without any obstacles, it would cripple us. We would not be as strong as what we could have been. And we could never fly.

In fact, it is the struggle that causes you to develop your ability to fly.

 

When I asked god for strength, he gave me difficult situations to face.

When I asked god for brain & brown, he gave me puzzles in life to solve.

When I asked god for happiness, he showed me some unhappy people.

When I asked god for wealth, he showed me how to work hard.

When I asked god for favors, he showed me opportunities to work hard.

When I asked god for peace, he showed me how to help others.

God gave me nothing I wanted; he gave me everything I needed."

The Story of A Butterfly

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