Monday, October 29, 2012

Those were the days, my friends ....

Wong Peng Soon was our favorite badminton player,



Ghani Minat was our favourite soccer hero, and

 
Rose Chan was our favourite entertainer.

You are not cool if you do not have a long side burn, greasy hair (held together by Brylcream) with a floppy "bun" infront.  Then you are either an Elvis fan or a Cliff (Richard) fan.  You cannot be neutral.

Films by P Ramlee always enjoyed by all Malaysians.  How can we forget classics like Do-Re-Mi and Bujang Lapok, and seeing P Ramlee dueting with Saloma on "Gelora", aaaaah ... that was something else.
 
 
Because we reared Siamese fighting fishes, the seller was our idol.


Driving license renewal was by pasting an additional slip at the back of a small red booklet
 
 

Susu lembu was house delivered by our big friendly and strong Bahiii ............. on his bicycle in a stainless steel container. The container cap served as a funnel.
 
 
Kacang puteh man came a-peddling, walking and balancing on his head 6 compartments of different type of murukus ...and we barter our old exercise books for a paper cone of kacang putih.
 
 
We can enjoy monthly credit "facilities" from our friendly neighbourhood sundry shop by using the little "555" book.  This was the "credit card" of the day.
 
 
F&N orange was served in wooden crates and displayed on the table in the homes during Chinese New Year.
 
 
M&M 's was called Treets ..


 
Eating chicken was a treat that happened only once on Chinese New Year and once on "Chap Goh Meh", Deepavali, Christmas or Hari Raya.
 
 
We always carried in our pocket a packet of fire crackers during the Chinese New Year.
 
 
We always carry a one ringgit note at night in case we are stopped by a mata-mata (policeman) for not having tail lights on our bicycles.
 
 




One noodle 'chow kway teow' cost 30 sen and we bring our own egg.

 
 
One 'roti canai' cost 15 sen and one banana for 5 sen.
 
 
We bought bangkali bread from the Indian roti man who paddled his bicycle around the neighbourhood with the familiar ringing sound from his bicycle.

 
Sometimes we bought cold storage bread wrapped in wax paper. Spread the bread with butter and kaya wrap with the wax paper and take to school.
 
 
Crop crew cut by the travelling Indian or Hockchew barber; 30 sen a haircut, all the way to the top. Reason?.. easy to dry when curi swimming. 
 
 
During weekends, went swimming in the river, no swimming trunks, only birthday suits.  No one laugh at you whether your "kuku bird" is small, crooked, etc. 
 
 
On Sunday morning, listened to Kee Huat Radio's "Fantastic Facts and Fancies", and Saturday, "Top of the Pops", both hosted by DJ Patrick Teoh who always ended his show with, "Here's wishing you blue skies."
 
 
Saturday morning, go for cheap matinee shows at the Cathay Cinema, usually cowboy shows or Greek mythology like "Jason and the Golden Fleece".
 
The Cathay Cinema at Jalan Bukit Bintang [opposite the Federal Hotel].  First opened in 1959 with the film, "Campbell's Kingdom".
Father gave 70 sen for cheap matinee shows which normally started at 10.30 am on Saturdays and Sundays - 50 sen for the ticket and 20 sen for return bus fare, makan not included.  Nobody paid 1 ringgit for the 'Reserved' seat.
 
 
Believe it or not, we had double-decker buses owned by the Toong Foong Omnibus Company.  Whenever we boarded the bus, we would run to the upper deck to get a view of the journey.
 
The familiar double-decker Toong Foong bus
5 sen for kacang putih and 10 sen for ice "ang tau".  Sometimes, ice ball only 5 sen "pau ang tau" and half red sugar, and the other half black sugar or sarsi.
 
 
Never, never, never talked or mixed with girls until Form 5.  Learned the Waltz, Cha Cha, Rhumba, Foxtrot and Offbeat Cha Cha from a classmate's sister.
First time dancing with a girl, nearly froze and the heart went "botobom, botobom ..."
 
 
Standard cure for headache, take Aspro.  We took a lot of sweet stuff like candy floss, fizzy drinks, shaved ice with syrups .... and diabetes was rare.  Salt added to Pepsi or Coke was a remedy for fever.  Tonic water always taken at the first hint of Malaria.
 
 
First time used a modern toilet, I squatted on it as I was used to using the "bucket system" toilet.  Our children will not know the danger of visiting the outdoor toilet at night, nor jumping in fright when the man collect the bucket while you are doing your business.
 
 Toilet paper is torn up newspaper on a hook which you have to crumple first before applying.  White toilet paper was an unknown luxury until I left home.
 
With mere 5 pebbles (stones), we could turn it into an endless game.  With a ball (tennis ball best), we boys would run like crazy for hours.
 
 
We caught guppies in drains/canals and when it rained, we swam there.
We ate salty, very sweet and oily food, candies, bread and real butter, and drank condensed milk in coffee/tea, iced kacang, but we weren't overweight because we ran, cycled or climbed trees all day.  We fell from the trees, got cut, broke bones and teeth, and still we continued the stunts.
 
 
 We never had birthday parties until we were 21.
 
 
We never heard of "bumiputra" and neither "1Malaysia", because we were already one Malaysian.
When parents found out we were caned in school, it's certain we would get another round at home.  Parents always sided with the teachers.
 
 
We fly kites with string coated with pounded glass powder and horse glue, and we cut our hand on the string.  Happiness is winning a kite with a local samseng.  I forgot, we also have to make our own kites to suit our "fighting styles".
 
 
We are the last generation to know how to use logarithm tables and slide rulers.
 
 
We had telephones which were really, really heavy weights.
 


And I believe, this generation produces the best parents because we remember the hard times.

 

174 comments:

  1. Thanks for the memories!!!! how life was those days...so much fun!! thank God, I still meet up with my close friends from those days; Azman, Del and the rest!!!and how we still tell the same stories.

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    1. Thanks Allah 4 the days with tears and joys

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    2. yes...the glory days of our time

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    3. I missed these old days n those true original funs n games,,now ,can only look back with joy,gladness n satisfaction...but unfortunately we can't go back!
      May God Bless all us old timers n keep us strong n healthy..to spread down our good old days!

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    4. These memories brought tears in my eyes. I really enjoyed my those days and thank God for prolonging my life...alhamdulillah!!

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    5. Those were the days with full of wonderful invaluable memories

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    6. We shout, fight and kick other legs of Ah Chong, Raja and Ramli in football games..after that we get together at ice kachang stall laughing all the way....truly malaysians..

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    7. Interesting experiences of life which make us stronger and united as true Malaysians. We had little but we shared with our friends and neighbours.

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    8. So sad to see the people are so segregated now

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    9. Yeah those wonderful yrs v mix around irrespective of class n colour. V eat in each other's hse. I rmbr eating sambal belacan with pucuk ubi n salted fish with hands so delicious.
      V call each babi... Kerbau with no hard feelings n laugh off after a fight.

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    10. Yup the good old fun days, i will always remember. If only can go back😊

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    11. Just marvellous. Those were the days when you are hit wth a broom for swimming in the river.(mom disciplinarian). Such wonderful times. Shorts only. No shoes or slippers. Deepawali was the time classmates come visiting and gulping tosai with mutton curry.

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  2. This whole article brings me to the golden days Malaysian enjoyed ...

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    1. My tears rolled down my wrinkled cheeks,remembering those old beautiful sweet days..I only can look back but I can't go back..

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    2. Those were the most precious time in my life which i cant get it now. I really missed them. I wish i can go back but i cant.

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    3. Thanks for the Memories ! We are a disappearing generation, some hanging on but appreciated by some in the Y generation.

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  3. Salmonupstream@gmail.com
    Those were the days in JB and in my kampung. Thank you Loke for the memories. And sharing

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    1. I will always miss you uncle kay 😢

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  4. Great unforgettable days. Many thanks for the one who put it all together

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    1. Yes thanks for this and I also missed catching fighting spiders and playing marbles.

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    2. Tnks for d excellent script on days of69yrs back...we mixed freely with no second thoughts on race religion n culture...

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  5. Those time is best moment. We are unity no racist. While playing football our team have bucket of sirup drink with one cup n we share it. Hope new generation be unity.

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    1. This is damn bloody true

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    2. Yes, sit together to eat halal or non halal all together n chat

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    3. We still can do this except the damn politicians so noisy.

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  6. Unforgettable golden days

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  7. Those days, the best days in Malayan history, are forever gone, pity.

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  8. What wonderful days of years gone by. Sincerely miss them. Every single picture n stories I went through 100%.

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  9. Yes wonderful days - before Mahathir. All of us are Malaysians first. The Muslims were friendly to other denominations. Malaysia was amongst the tops in education and sports. Then came Hadi & Co. Sekarang, semua upside down.

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    1. Those days,GOD WAS D MIGHTIEST,but,today,Man who talks,n lies about God,is d Mightiest!

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    2. So very true 1000%..Those golden days were demolished by the old senile mans....shihhh

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    3. Yes then Karpal Singh and Lim Kit Siang & Pte. everything goes to the drain. Semua terbalik

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    4. Yes! B4 Mahathir! Rakyat so united. And came Hadi. And now latest Muhaidin! To rock the nation. Sweet good old days with truly multi race friends.

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  10. Time to move on. All of this changed as Msia joined the rat race & got trapped in the capital markets with the country itself moving into malay management instead of a malaysian management. The Malaysia of the 60s is long dead and unfortunately you will never get it back . Its gone forever. Perhaps some quality of life will return ...if the kwailo runs the country. If China runs the country expect 996..9am till 9pm 6 days a week..heck maybe even 7days. Those were the days. Today its only about $$$$. Its not a country you want to be in.

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    1. Malaysia is for Malaysians. NOT angmo!!!!!

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    2. Will almays lremember those special moment of the golden days.

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    3. I agree 100% with 👆👆 RS👌🏼🙏

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  11. Those were the days gone with the cloud..how we miss our then msia... come this not malay not Indian turn the country upside down..at his sunset age still wanted to incite to fight among eachother

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  12. I wish there was a reset button. Then could restart back the old memories.

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  13. Things changed after Mahathir took over as PM. He brought in bumiputera, Jakim, Jais, the NEP and he damaged the muhibah concept. Introduced racism, religious bigotry and brought in PAS.

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    1. TMM real destroyer of our bondage of multiple races. V were very happy n safe in our environment everyone takes care of each other's children.

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  14. Beautiful life we had. Enjoy as u can. Stop politics and hatred racially or individually. Live life the very best. Be kind.. Be humble. Human and God will love u.. Aminnnn XOXO dFK

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  15. Best memories. Will always stay in me.

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  16. I missed all those days and my friends, we use to go jungle and eat buah kemunting, climb pokok jambu. Everyone comes to our house to makan2 and all those lovely moment cannot be forgotton.

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    1. Our family very poor then.. My Indian neighbour mom cooks a pot of dhall n rice n my friend serves them to my siblings too.during Cny holidays v visit her family Until recently my Indian friend mom kept asking her children how v r doing when v can't visit them. That was her last wish to see us. Only recently v found out. Sad sad.

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  17. Thank you for sharing this momory

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  18. Thanks for the sharing.
    It was a golden memories retriever.

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  19. Mahathir is THE REAL CROOK AND THIEF OF MALAYA AND MALAYSIA.
    He seperated The Malays from the Chinese and Indians and made Malaysia so that he could STEAL , KILL AND DESTROY.
    Bible John : 10 - 10

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  20. Anwar can change this with the blessing of Allah...long live Beautiful MALAYSIA

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  21. BYO eggs from home and get mamak to add it into your mee goreng or roti chanai. No charge for that.

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  22. I was so emotional that I had tears swelling in my eyes. Such a happy moment reliving my childhod

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  23. I smile when recall those lovely memories. This is really enjoyable life that I have gone thru. Adios

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  24. Wow! Spot on - great memories.

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  25. We pray that Anwar can make a Malaysian Malaysia. Where handouts and scholarships are given to the poor irrespective of race. Stop the racial and religious nightmare. Anyone who search for God is a good person. If Malays are left behind, the rest of us can help pull them up, because they are fellow Malaysians.
    There is no need for separate racial schools, just public schools for all. In a way, today’s polarization is caused by Mahathir and the bulldogishness of the Chinese education unit within MCA. As Thailand and Indonesia has shown national schools do not mean we cannot learn Chinese at home. Punish MCA by never voting for them again. We want to be Malaysian Chinese not Chinese Chinese. We pray Anwar will be like President Kusdur in Indonesia who eliminated race from the IC as we are all Malaysians. We are one family. Unless we stop this polarization no one will invest in Malaysia and our country cannot be a leading country. Ever willing to advise the Government on what needs to be done. Islam is a very compassionate religion but the present PAS has turned it into a selfish religion.

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    1. Very truly said, hope Malaysia changes for the better under Anwar & he's not removed/hijacked like the last govt was. Malaysians deserve better after the harrowing years of Mahathir & Najib.

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  26. Those were the days when we lived life not just passed through it by merely reacting to events that occured without doing much to trigger them.

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  27. Anonymous Australian
    My parents sent me to Australia to boarding school and University. I returned after that. My father told me the British exploited us but left us good governance. I served Malaysia in Wataniah Army reserves and patroled the streets in May13. After he passed away, I returned to Australia. I never regretted it. All my family are now orang putehs except for me.

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    1. Squarely the claims should be the British leaving us the Malaysian Constitution. Race politics followed and need I say more? Think about this if you can ever revert back to the good time where all Malaysians can be equal and move ahead!

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    2. U ALL shud have been in Sir Hussain Gardens in Green Lane to have felt n participated in all of those nostalgic times...n there cud never be another!!!

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  28. Nostalgic. And what a life it was. Not forgetting stealing fruits from neighbours rambutan tree and cycling miles to see and swim at waterfalls.

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  29. Very nostalgic write up that when I was reading it I went tru time tunnel as if it's happening right in front of me.
    I was brought up in Polis barracks-jalan maharajarela,Merdeka Stadium and lastly in Jalan Aman Polis barracks.All communities in the barracks were very close to each other.We played soccer as a team to challenge other localities-celebrated hugging each other on winning and crying in defeat.Schools made us into sportsmen and dare even my cousins say anything bad about my school!
    Sad our kids can never experience OUR MALAYSIA.Hope a magic wand brings those days back.

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  30. What amazing memories come back. Such great friends and oneness in the schools . Race and religion never crossed our minds. Visit our friends and makan at each other homes and no issues.

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  31. Omg... those were the days.
    Amazing memories am 69yo this post kept my tears rolling. 💞💞

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  32. Beautiful memories of the past when we were all One irrespective of race religion etc. Sad to see how things have changed....

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  33. Beautiful Golden Memories Gone by and We The Fortunate Ones to Embraced Them with Malaysia Being the Then Asian Tiger and its English at the Helm among the SEA. Countries ; would it Ever Return But only through a TIME MACHINE : LOVE ON WE MUST 😇

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  34. Such nostalgia. Thank to those who put them together. So much emotions, then and the present situation today. Hopefully ALL will come to realisation to keep uphold and maintain our previous status of an exemplary example of coexisting in a multi racial & cultural society. Sigh ...

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  35. Truly fun times then, now it's just fond nostalgia. Wish the way it was can carry on in essence, & not be destroyed by the MoAhMa MoAhDeh who single-handedly destroyed our truly Malaysian culture

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  36. During school recess , we played gasing/yoyo . Then try my entrepreneurship with Tikam. Familiar names in text book areAli, Tong Seng, Ramasamy, Salmah. Now Tong Seng sudah mati... never heard LOL

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  37. Those were the days. However, it is very sad that our fabric of "Muhibbah" society and the unity of Malaysians have both been torn by greedy and self-interest politicians over the last 6 decades. It will need at least another half a century to rebuild this unique culture in Malaysia.

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  38. Indeed ,those were the most wonderful memories of all Malaysians.
    We lived n worked together, no fear of what to morrow will bring.
    No Brain washed leaders trying to turn each other race against one another.
    We were one big happy community.
    Look at us now ! Always fighting to get rich....

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  39. Wonderful memories and gone are the days.

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  40. Hahaha I remember jumping into gurney drive and streams in botanical garden with my birthday suit. "Tuang" school activities and have own activities with classmate. Good ol'days.😅

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  41. Only in the memory of those who enjoyed the yesteryears care free days, never to come again and die with the sweet memories.

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  42. Much of it, nostalgia all fine and good. However very disappointing to learn that corruption and bribery was already well practiced then!
    "We always carry a one ringgit note at night in case we are stopped by a mata-mata (policeman) for not having tail lights on our bicycles."

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  43. We went to school and played with classmates who are Chinese , malays, Indians and Sikhs. Bapak Malaysia was around at that time and we felt proud when he shouted Merdeka! Merdeka! Merdeka! on bbc radio! We were proud Malayans!

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  44. Awesome.
    Feel like was only yesterday

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  45. Almost 80% true for me, yes those were the days... Financially poor, ate well & Happy.

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  46. Yes, it was so beautiful.... to think back of our young days. ty lee

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  47. It was Heaven on Earth. I am Blessed to experience those days. Hopefully we can have those days back.

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  48. Truly a nostalgic journey n tq for bringing back d good old memories of our time. D pics tells of our story of how v lived played n did with our wonderful friends in d past
    Those were the Days, Sad we can’t turn back d clock

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  49. Very nostalgic. Memories of those wonderful days. Thank you

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  50. Wonderful memories. Tnk u 🙏🏽🙏🏻🙏🏼

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  51. We will never see that moment again ,as we are divide by our famous political games. For their self gain.

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  52. Time travel to 1960s++
    During week end nites we Malay, Indian n Chinese classmates gather to catch frogs along the river, back home potong them n cooked frog porridge n eat together n sleep in my house in a room. Sometime we go to Malay classmate kampong climb Langsat ,Rambutan trees, their parents were so happy to welcome us. During Malay ,Chinese n Indians new years we visit one another n eat like nobody business from house to house, kampong to kampong. Those were the days. Many more sweet memories lanes, cannot finished recollecting all. We need to carry all these tales to our next geration to rebuild our nation

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  53. True…there was harmony among various races and i too used to spend time and even have meals at a christian friend’s house. Nowadays malays are easily deceived by these pak lebais who claim they are the speaker for islam and imparting wrongful messages thus creating a barrier among the various races. The Majlis Agama Islam should play a more pivotal role in guiding the muslims in this country.

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  54. Thanks very much for the beautiful memories of yesteryears .. those were the days ... wish to have them back again .
    We can blame only one person for all the upside downs caused and the disunity . Hope the big mouth can keep his big mouth shut .. let's stand by the good Unity Government that is currently doing fine and working towards better days ahead and bring our beautiful country to it's former Glorious stays once again . God bless our new PM and God bless Malaysia.

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  55. Can never forget the good old days.Never.

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  56. Sure. Totally agree.
    Hope present generation appreciates
    Hope they too

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  57. I can never forget those GOOD YEARS.
    We should spread them to our young ones before they are fogotten.
    I was a teacher once upon a time. All teachers visited each others' home during the Chinese New Year, Hari Raya and Deepavali and enjoyed what that were were offered. You eat what you can or like. You never talk of race or religion because we were
    ALL MALAYSIANS
    Let us try to bring back those old DAYS

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  58. Will these days come back in our lives? Too much problems in our lives nowadays. God help us.🙏

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  59. Like the 1 at the jamban at nite when doing yr big business & the tong man came to collect the tong. He'll of a fright

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  60. Visit The Time Tunnel in the Cameron Highlands to further enhance the golden memories of those days

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  61. All those so called religious leaders and leaders of our country who distort the thinking of true harmonous Malaysians should be condemned.

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  62. Those were the care free days - no barriers.

    I went through all that and enjoyed every moment of it.

    So very nostalgic and true and hopefully we can see the light at the end of the tunnel sometime soon.

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  63. Those were der really good old "golden" days when life is peace on mother earth....

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  64. We were simple uncomplicated beings loving every minute of our time shared with other races whether in school or at home.

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  65. Those were the precious days. We will never forget.

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  66. Beautiful days of our lives, will forever will cherish the memories.

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  67. Life though tough was fun those days. We do not long poles to bring down unripe mangos, mangosteen, the small version of jambu batu and many other fruits. We use a 1 foot strong wet kayu to throw and bring down the fruit. Why...the fruit trees belongs to others.

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  68. Those good old days ..missed u all...

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  69. I remembered as a child, I was watching some neigbouring boys climbed up the tree to pluck rambutan. Without realising, the Malay owner came & thought I was one of them, chased me till to my parent's home. What a day with cane beating! This Malay owner was so kind & came back to my parent's coffee shop for drinks while I kept on hiding. Haha .....

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  70. Beautiful memories...although we grew up during the tough times. Thanks.

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  71. Thanks you for bring back our old memories.

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  72. The good old fond

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  73. Thank you for sharing, those days when we were small we were like brothers and sisters without thinking about race. We played together and respect each other.

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    1. Let pray for a better tomorrow, together we step ahead to a truly Malaysian without borders

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  74. Those were the wonderful days....

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  75. Those were the hazy crazy days. We did not have any agenda. We mixed freely with all. Best days of my life.👍

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  76. We all could live happily n harmoniously becus.we freely did the.things we all enjoyed similarly together! The differences we set aside to do n live in our own private lives..Then the Devil,to steal; political" power separated n divided us emphasising n stir up ha.tred using our natural differences of race culture n r eligion.We hve lived.together for centuries ,!

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  77. Those. Days were much better

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  78. I really love those days , no sicknesses, no chemicals in our food , no jealousy, no back stabbing, no looking down on anyone. We were like one big family.
    May God bless ANWAR IBRAHIM our faithful present PM to stamp out all the culprits from deteriorating our beautiful Malaysia 🙏.

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  79. Thank you . May God Bless you all .

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  80. You are most welcome 🤗🥰

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  81. Those were absolutely awesome days! I was singing along with "Those were the days my friend.....". Lovely carefree days climbing trees to eat fruits, catching fish in the drains, playing badminton, roundres etc out in the fresh air and having a great time. Thank God we grew up during this era - life was simple with our mobile phones and technology!
    The Malaysia of today is not a happy place unfortunately. These are sad times. Let's hope and pray that things will change for the better with Anwar at the helm. Indonesia is doing so well. We could learn some lessons from them. Well folks, let's keep our fingers crossed for our country. God Bless us all.

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  82. l really miss the real Malaysian lifestyle, Malay, Indian,(Bayee,Sikh)& Chinese we seat in the same table in any shop & enjoy any foods, totally free as your own way.

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  83. Ahhhh...those were the days still fresh in my memory....eyes swelling with tears.
    Thank you for the memory.

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  84. those were the good old days that is so nostalgic. we were quite innocent n did not have bad thoughts. even the games we played was clean fun. now we hope n pray that this will become a better to live in as WE ARE ALL TRULY MALAYSIANS IRRESPECTIVE OF RACE OR CREED

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  85. My God...what old golden memories og yesteryears. How we rnjoyed doing all the things we use to do without any fear...only when u reach home do we have yo hide b4 being foind n given our punishments. After that...as usual...carryon our doings without fear. Its really memorable golden years that the present generationg will nevet rver rxperience at all. Thank you God for all these memories.

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  86. Treasures of the heart. Good good gems of memories of golden days n years. Of FRIENDS of all races, quarrelled n LAUGHED TOGETHER.
    Gone...CAN WE ALL, GET IT BACK 😄😁😇😍

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  87. Simply awesome..missing those days... tears of joy reading the article... tears of sadness compared to what it is now

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  88. What about fighting spiders? 😃

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  89. Sad.our children missed the boat we were free birds hardship never felt because the joy was over powered.

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  90. Those were the beautiful, unforgettable days that New generation will never get to experience. We were already a Bangsa Malaysia...Tq Allah for all those wonderful days...

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  91. Sweeter than sugar memories. Forever thankful

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  92. Anonymous born in 1949 these golden memories are true hope these memories will be back again.

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  93. Those were the days, thinking back fills loving memories of our lives from the 50s and 60s. There are still many more which we could share to our children's and grandchildren. Love you all guys.

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  94. Thank you for posting old time memories - I was born in 1947 and looking back at this posting it does bring back our good old days. am passing it to my grandchildren.

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  95. I was born in 1956 and lived in petaling and i experienced all this moments

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  96. Those were the good old day, will always be cheerised

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  97. Yes,,those were the yrs.. sadly missed but unforgettable!....those old days stories, I never missed repeatingly tell my kids,though they are adults now, n young kids n nephews...
    We can only look back but we can't go back!..
    Sadly,today's kid don't hv the opportunity to experience that harmonious true MALAYSIAN LIFE..!
    NO RACE BARRIERS, RELIGION BARRIERS..GET TOGETHER MULTI RACE PLAYINGGAMES OF MARBLES,SPINNING N MAKING TOPS,FLYING KITES,FIGHTING FISHES CAUGHT IN THE NIPAH SWARM..U CAN GO ON..
    MY TALES TO THE YOUNGSTERS ALWAYS ENDS ME UP IN TEARS MISSING THOSE BEAUTIFUL SWEET UNFORGETTABLE TIME...

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  98. All was good and peaceful until we got in the religious mob, greedy and corrupt PM’s and ministers and suddenly we became Arabs. Only thing missing is desert sands, camels and tents.
    That’s not far away as the traffic signs and roads
    are in Arabic. They forget that cities need clean water and electricity and the roads need to be cleaned and maintained. Just go to Kelantan and you will see what I mean. Race and religion is the go here. What a shame.

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  99. Brings back memories of our school days. We were able to enjoy so much happiness with all our friends, no matter who they were Chinese, Malay or Indian. Thanks for bringing back the memories.

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  100. Thanks for flashing old and heavy memories.I was involved in all those episodes.I am 77 years old now and managing my own life. In all my life we , threat our neighbours as our family members irrespective of their race or religion which is better than the slogan 1Malaysia or Malaysian Malaysia.
    All I can say is Thank you Malaysians.

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  101. We will miss those days. I had many frens, Indians, Chinese, Siamese, Sikhs etc. My best frens then was Clement Chin & Ronald Choong. Hope to meet them someday,

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  102. Wonderful sweet, bitter, hard, easy, carefree momeries so awesome. Thank you sharing you really touch our heart with these stories which we experienced some.

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  103. Thank you for sharing the good old days,it bring back memories, Ricky, Lee from Ipoh SG Pari Tower,

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  104. Those were unforgettable moments of truth and magic.

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  105. Thank you for sharing such precious memories. We treated each other as all god’s children. Race, colour, religion was never in the picture, it was respect and friendship. What changed all that?????

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  106. Beautifully written and thank your for sharing

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  107. Thank you so much for sharing those wonderful moments of our younger days. Appreciate.

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  108. Yup, those were the best days of my life, if i hah a wish, i would go back to those days to relive them. Thinking back does bring a smile and shed a tear.

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  109. In sorrow l learn this truth that you can go back to your place of birth but you cannot go back to your youth.

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  110. My God! Reading this brought me back to the old days and tears swelled in my eyes.
    How I wish to relive those simple days without any stress and anxiety.
    How much our country has changed this last 70 years.

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  111. What a wonderful memories. Those days we dont talk about race and religion. We live in a simple life with happyness and joy everyday. Happy Merdeka!!

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  112. It remain in our memories

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  113. The only reason we lost it all was the switch from English to Malay in schools........end of the line for Bolehland. You know what they say about you had that you didnt value when you had them..

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  114. I m a Merdeka born year child yes those were the days all my neighbour's regardless of race or religion we can share and exchange food with each other.

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  115. We are all Malaya,s children who went to school by walking.we ate chendol for 10 cents.kachang putih for 5 cents.lined up for to get tickets at sentul mido theatre. With the price of 65cents. And cheap mattinee at 40 cents.i had good friend of hashim.kassim.gurumet singh.mano.nadesan.ajit singh.we had many good times together in school days.we cannot for get our priceless prime minister Tinku Abdul Rahman.i share my story with other Malayan class mates.

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  116. Yes good old days....I remember the ice kauai 5 cents

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  117. Yes, born in 1955 & experienced 99% of all the Memorable Pictures in this article, that those baby boomers went through personally or otherwise !
    Here Initialed WK, I like to share the frog catching activity in estates :::
    WE CATCH YELLOW EYED ONES, BUT RAN FOR OUR LIVES WHEN OUR TOUCH LIGHTS SHOWN ON THE GREEN-EYED CREATURE !!!
    Luckily we ran with our yellow eyed ones to be brought to market for a sumptuous Ka-liu frog Tai-Chow Noodles, For Supper, with Pumping Nerves & Hearts. Happy no Doubt, but that was the Final One of our frog-catching expedition !!!
    LOOKING BACK IN LAUGHTER..NAUGHTY3..

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  118. Tq for the memories

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  119. Tq for the beautiful memories

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  120. Terkenang semasa dulu²

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  121. Thanks for the memories, Ipoh was a wonderful place to stay during those days.

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  122. The radio station is Rediffusion and Radio Malaysia .
    Kee Huat Radio only sells the radio sets.

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  123. Can the education system in Malaysia revert to the medium instruction in English ? All subjects in English except BM in Bahasa Kebangsaan /Melayu > starting from Primary one . We were educated in the English medium schools > we had confidence when Travelling “The World.”
    Today , with schools teaching B. Melayu / (Malay) we loose out to many Asian countries in all fields . The students there are learning English & Mandarin . Just my 2 cents opinion .
    I was educated in the English medium - using the computer & smart phone are so easy . So much to learn and so easy to search for things from the Internet .
    I am 78 years old . I enjoyed my childhood days . Good memories to be treasured & shared . Thanks for all the wonderful childhood photos . You know who spoiled the country - & stole money from the treasury ? Sad but true .

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    1. The population dynamic is very different now. Changing into English will be a havoc for the country. The best that can we do now is to understand and accept the dilemma of the majority. Deep inside, the majority are much kinder and more polite than us.

      Nowadays things different, English speaking parents send their children to Chinese school, where Chinese school kids were once looked down upon

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  124. Those were the golden days.

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  125. Those were the beautiful days my friends, I wish it never end. Indians, Malays & Chinese friends gather around potlucks table, sharing meals on weekends, Talking, laughing, sharing our feelings & thoughts without any racists rants. We are one, we are many, we are all Malaysians. we share a meal, without asking whether pots or plates are clean. We are simple minded people with with lots of faith & trust in our community. We can roam around houses with open doors without fear of losing anything. Life is too complicated now. Only the politicians with lots of love & grace from God can heal this human race. 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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  126. Baling English SchoolMarch 23, 2024 at 10:21 PM

    What's mentioned was KL. Those living in George Town or more "Ulu" spelt quite a different tale! Games that we played as kids differs from those city boys. Movies for us was a luxury on wooden benches! Well, well, Rose Chan did paid us a visit and after the "show" the doors and windows of the building hosting her show needed replacement! My pocket money was 0.50 cents. 20 cents bus fare to school and 20 cents return fare with 10 cents for food. Believe me, durians only cost 30 cents for a large fruit! Wow! Those were the days.

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  127. I am 80 now and I wentcthrough

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  128. The kachang putih man is still around in Ipoh.I remember seeing Rose Chan at the Lido cinema in Taiping when I was 6 years old.My father took me there.A 6 years old boy got aroused,can you believe!

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    1. Seldom, but happens nowadays: kids from primary school sharing these vidoes with each other. However, this feels more appropriate than watching with parents in public cinema

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  129. I was born in 1951 and studied in NTPS Petaling Jaya Road 10 and completed my secondary education at La Salle P.J. I used to lie down often nowadays and think of the wonderful memories with friends without any racial discrimination.Life was simple than But with lots of fun e.g. going to swim at mining pool, stealing jambus from neighbour's jambus tree and many many more memories. How we wish now that we can still stand and say we are Malaysian with all other races.

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  130. Born in 52 did all of the above and more. We enjoyed the most compared with children these days. Hardly complained but just enjoyed what we were given or had. Those were the days my friends

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  131. Not all are happy recalling the past. The poorer ladies and girls in that era were unfortunate. Physically abused by poor working parents, went through family drama, expected to serve the family, constantly being blamed at, lack of opportunity. See by yourself how senseless are they due to their brought up

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  132. The unfortunate women can't even understand any written sentence from above. Endless cooking, babysitting, nagging til old age.

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