Pictures in time...

Camwhoring never existed until blogging became popular. To be more precise, until places like Blogger made it easy not only to blog but to upload pics. After all, not everyone has the know-how to make their own webpage. Anyway, we've a whole boxful of nostalgia under our bedroom table.

We remembers this: when we were thrown into the Editorial team for our student batch one of the few things we remembers is telling the photographer (Mr JA with the complicated equipment) to take as many photographs as possible.

Looking in retrospect, we really, really WISH that digital cameras were already the in thing then.

Sad to say, we were one of those who never really jumped on onto the digicam bandwagon until...we got our own digicam this year. We'd always advocate film cameras. Why? We still remember our arguments against:

"Expensive lar to develop the photos compared to film."
"When run out of memory how to take more pictures? When go long holiday zhia lat la second half of trip cannot take anymore photos."

So while we have a wide variety of pictures of our uni years in Malaysia, it's sad to say that pictures of our time in UK were slightly limited. Well, we were trigger happy, but not as trigger happy as we are now with a digicam, taking shots, deleting shots, retaking shots, going macro, snapping happily at anything and everything. Oh, and when we first got our Nokia 7650 we did go trigger happy but memory confinements limited the pictures we took.

James Blyth Court, taken with our Nokia 7650.

Sigh. If we tabulates our expenditure on film itself, added the fact that we have jerky hands and there's the risk of film exposure (evident in the pictures we took at Glasgow's Necropolis) and that we developed all our photographs taken in Glasgow in 4R instead of standard 3R. And really it was more of pictures taken on trips rather than things closer to home [see Nov 20 entry].

Now, all we have to worry about is hard disk space and file corruption and that once we'd burned the photos onto CD the CD may get scratched, and with it all memories gone.