Going through some old albums, I came across this photograph which showed a digital clock that I hand-crafted circa 1980, and a second one in the process of being built-up.
The first model was made for my own use, while the second model was made as a gift to my GF (now wife) in 1981.
The casings were hand-sawn from pieces of 3mm thick plywood, which was then carefully glued together and finally finished with wood-grain patterned PVC lamination. A piece of brushed aluminium fascia nicely adorned the front in both cases.
At the heart of the clock was an IC from National Semiconductor, while the 7-segment LEDs were from HP. The buzzers were salvaged from some pager rejects in the factory where I was working.
Those were the days when we were brimming with youthful energy, passion and creativity.
You may want to call it Stitch – any which way, it was an art that required huge Passion, Patience plus creative Imagination. Embroidery by hand ; which ladies of the old days – including many of my senior relatives – loved to indulge and excel in.
I remember that sometimes they also used sewing machines to do the stitching.
Haiz, it has been donkey (maybe for 2016 just call it Monkey) years since I last saw any lady, especially a younger one, doing it. Perhaps it simply does not jive well with the fast pace of modern life. Also, these days, with computer-aided machines, even extremely complex patterns can be sewn and reproduced by the millions in perfection.
One of the very popular hobbies of our childhood days was the rearing of Fighting Fish. We could not afford any aquarium, so the next best thing was a big bottle to keep these fishes – one only in each, otherwise they would kill each other from protracted fishy hormone rage.
It was a joy to see the very brilliant colors when they got agitated and became aggressive. The Siamese types were especially beautiful. The bodies and fins gave off bluish and red iridescent glows; the tail fins were spectacular.
I would not risk letting my fishes be wounded or killed in a fight. So most of the time, my friends and I just placed our bottles next to each other, to get the residents provoked. Sometimes, we just placed a mirror next to the bottles, for exercise in beautiful anger…. was great fun.