I love looking at photos of the old times. As we all know, once long long ago (maybe not THAT long ago), in the 70s to even the 90s, cameras were considered rare and priced gadgets. Films were expensive, and came in 24s or 36s per roll. Each click was so precious, that our parents had to get us ready , I mean REALLY ready, before smiling and flashing those little grins and teeth, so that the end results (usually have to wait till after the last photo was taken for each roll before getting it developed at the studio) was (near) satisfaction. we as kids would crowd around our parents when the photos were fresh out of the packaging at the photo studio. And we would carefully label each with dates or names of places on the photos before arranging them orderly in the photo album. Oh.... those days...............
My father was the cameraman in the family, mostly because cameras were precious and could only be handled by the grown ups. Thanks to my dear father, we have a rather good collection of photos since our growing up years.
After all the years of hiding in the albums, many of the old photos have since been scanned by dear baba. I was elated to get a copy from him.
I would like to share some of these old photos, photos of places we had been to when little, places that remains today, however changed in so many ways, as a result of city and business development everywhere.
Here are 2 old photos of us back in the little town of Mantin, in Negri Sembilan, Malaysia. I think I was only about 6 months old....
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That was me! Standing proudly on Baba's first car... |
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Our pet cats, as adorable as the 'baby'....(.kekeke) |
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