In a corner coffeeshop next to the West Coast Market, behind a Chinese Temple, I chanced upon this small stall selling the biscuits and sweets of my childhood. These are stuff that my relatives from Malaysia would never fail to bring along for us kids when they came to visit us. My aunt especially would pack her trunk full of these goodies each time she took the train from Ipoh to Singapore. I am not really a fan of these things but I did grow up eating them and have not seen these around in such variety for quite a while. So it was a nostalgic encounter with these Chinese-style biscuits that will one day be repackaged and lose their unique qualities forever.