Showing posts with label Childhood. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Childhood. Show all posts

Friday, November 27, 2009

Toys from Childhood

I've been wanting to post this up a long time ago but couldn't find the time. This is going to be a post on my old toys. I have thrown most of them away and gave the rest (those that are still presentable) to my niece. These pictures are there to remind me of them. In case you don't know, I am a rather sentimental person. =P


Hair Clips

I think somebody pass them to me, forgetting that I had short hair. I didn't use the the clips at all because my short hair stayed with me throughout my childhood and teens. Still, they are pretty to look at. =P





Pencil Sharpeners

Cute.





The Rubber Thing


Haha, can't guess what this is? It is a rubber thingie that you can stick on top of your pencil. They were in a rage during my time. God knows why little children like to stick things on top of their pencils. Guess we have a thing for "personalising" our belongings since then.





Cassette Player


This is a real antique! I don't think that we could find this anywhere else! You can plug this player to the tv and play games like "Supervision" (don't know what the hell that is) and other equally unheard-of games. Of course, the graphics are a far cry from the games we play today. However, this is the father of Playstation, Nintendo and Xbox! By the way, this player can be played on Black and White tv as well. Haha! Like I've said, it is a real antique!









Bags

These are the bags I used when I was just a little girl. My mom likes to dress me up in cute attires when I was very young (and defense-less). Somewhere along my growing up years, something went wrong and I end up dissing cute attires. Haha! Must be a disappointment to my mom.







Jigsaw Puzzles


My favourite past time! When I was young, I used to fix the jigsaws and stick them together myself. I really enjoy piecing the pieces together and end up with a pretty and interesting picture! I don't understand why some people hate fixing puzzles. They can send them to me! I would fix it FOR FREE! I love the game so much that I have plenty of jigsaws around my house. However, I feel that they cluttered up my walls and thus, decided to throw them away. But it is ok. Afterall, according to the Chinese saying, 旧的不去,新的不来. =)











These are some of things that I threw away. I'm so thankful that digital cameras were invented. Now, I can keep them in my laptop and free up the space for new things. Goodbye, old toys!


Hello, new ones!

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Thursday, November 12, 2009

Reminising Childhood Memories

On Sunday, I received news that Ming Sao Po Po has passed away. I was just talking about visiting her the week before.

She was an elderly grandmother who occassionally visited us in my mother's shop in the past. I was still in Primary school at that time. She would always fish out sweet from her bag when she saw my brother or me. Sometimes there were Sarsi sweets, sometimes coconut sweets... I knew that she bought them especially for us and was touched. She treated us just like we were her grandchildren. I still have a vivid memory of her taking out sweets for us in my Mom's shop.

Her passing away really stirred up a lot of emotions and memories in me. Growing up in my Mom's shop, I had come across many people who eventually passed on. I can still remember the ah pek from next-door electrical shop. He used to play skipping with us. He and my brother would spin the rope and I would jump in the skipping rope game. Sometimes, I would sit beside him outside his shop and we would watch tv together. He only knew how to speak Hakka and sometimes, we would talk but neither of us truly understood each other. He passed away a few years ago.

I could still remember this auntie. She used to work in the old Bukit Timah market. My family and I would go for Zi Char and she would always serve us Barley water. I can still remember she used to wear floral printed, shapeless dresses that reached her ankles. I saw her picture in the temple last year.

It seems that the people who played a part in my childhood are leaving one by one. They have turned into people whom I can only visit in my memories. While I was growing up, they are growing old. I do not want to grow up if this is the catch.