Here to give a little spirit to my blog that has gone as dry as the desert!
Last week I was at my brother’s new (and permanent) house. He has just moved in under a month and has settled down himself pretty well.
The renovations are completed, furniture in place and most of the things are functioning as they should be. The only setback would be the crappy phone reception. We can only receive calls at a certain spot. It’s so funny that I can receive calls from the right side of the bed but not the left. It’s even ridiculous that I can get Wi-Fi connection on the left side of the bed but not the right. (Laughs nervously)
We hope this is a temporary issue since the neighborhood is rather new and still developing.
Well, my brother was very quick to hang up our family photos onto his wall.
I was looking at the pictures to notice that they were taken not too long ago — in the sense that they were taken in our 20′s rather than our baby photos (except for the bottom left. I think I was the one who scanned and e-mailed to him last time).
You see, we don’t have many photos from our younger days. Sure we do have an album. But just one album.
We were not from a well-to-do family so owning a camera at that time was impossible. We had to rely on our relatives to take our photos.
In those years, the cameras we used were of course, not the digital type as we are all using today. It was the old fashion camera that has no cheat mode which allows you to inspect and edit the photo and if not to your satisfaction, you can just delete it and retake.
No, no. It was those film cameras that you can only snap with a limited number (usually 30 rounds?) and you get to see the results in a weeks time.
You have to really put on your best smile because each film are precious and nobody at that time will waste their shots on food, shoes and cats. I should think a person who can appear beautiful in film cameras are truly photogenic as there is no digital help.
I won’t go on with the pros and cons about the film camera and the digitals but instead, will tell you an incident from long time ago.
I was 8 ~ 9 years old then. My aunty from Singapore gave my family a camera as a present and it really excited us. It was the first camera we ever had.
We were so excited to take many family photos to fill up our albums however, before we could use it to our hearts’ content, the camera was gone one day.
We could not find it and of course, we were very upset over the lost.
One day, we discovered about my father’s adultery and somehow went to visit his ’2nd wife’ in her condominium.
While my mother was having a talk with this woman over the coffee table, my brother and I were occupied with the things in.. and outside the place. I could not stop staring at the magazines that seemed to be tossed outside the window. I remember I kept pestering my mother to look at it and both the adult women stopped to entertain me.
The woman went on to talk about my father’s bad temper hence the mess outside the window. My mother confirmed to her about his horrible tantrum.
Then, I noticed some familiar objects around the house. I pestered my mother again to have a look at them and indeed, we were shocked to see some of our things in the living hall.
My favorite horse decoration and basket. The woman said she suspected that those decorations were wedding gifts from his ’3rd wife’.
She then told my mother to wait and went in to her room to take something.
She emerged out of the room with a camera in her hand; a camera that looks very similar to ours.
My mother immediately claimed it was hers and the woman sighed. She said my father gave it to her as their honeymoon gift and even took photos with it. She somehow also had a suspicion he wasn’t sincere with the camera.
I am not sure if my mother took it back but all I know is that we did not take any photos thereafter.
My childhood and family photos kind of stopped at 9 years old. I have very few photos of myself when I was 15 and 17; taken from other relative’s camera.
As for the photos that has my father in it, I took it upon myself to censor his face with a black marker pen. I thought it would make my mother happy.. I was a kid lar. -.-
Anyway, although such an unpleasant incident took place, there is nothing to be sore about. Indeed my father caused a chunk of misery for all of us in many ways however, thanks to my brother, we are living a good and happy life now.
We have camera phones, a digital camera, polaroid, GoPro cam and a DSLR — I don’t know what it’s called — That Canon professional kind of camera.. You tell me. (Laughs)
We may not be able to retrieve the lost images but we in the present, we can capture many others. Such as: ↓
(Laughs) My pampered dog.
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Aah, I hope my brother gets a girlfriend quick.. Get married so that he can add more photos to his wall (concrete wall, not Facebook wall!).
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Do you have any interesting photos from the past? :p