Whaddup Peeps?

You’ve got to agree with me, that some people are camwhore potential while the remainder are purely camera-shy. Regardless the latter, we are mostly “bloggers” and because we are mostly “bloggers”, mostly of the “bloggers” are also “photographers”. We carry either our compact dummy cam or our monstrous SLR junkie whenever, wherever we go … triggering that quick snaps on people, events and foods for idle moments that we consider worth pondering on.

We blog about those moments … We are the “BLOGOGRAPHER”

Rewinding back to the concern of those who are camera-shy, you’ve probably encounter the situation where some of your friends would become a potent stimulus, they would duck, turn, conceal, hush up, trying any possible attempt to hide their face away faster than you can even have the latency to focus and snap at them.

For me, i just hate missing anyone in the clique out of my daily snaps because they are the value of my pictures, they are what that makes my snaps sentencious, they are the characters of my content.

Lately, i’ve came across with some groups of these people. While they cover up their faces quite adroitly as usual and label themself as so-called “camera-disguise”, i found such “camera-disguise” as the source of enchantment to me.

So, i had them continuously covering up their face while i continously snapping them. The results are more than what i’ve expected. I might not see their face in full … but ponder on those hands that hide the face behind them, I can still text some messages from it.

Why? Just because it’s au natural, and au natural speaks it all.

it speaks ” Peek-a-Boo!”

And mind you, It’s not just a normal “Peek-a-Boo”, it’s my Peek-a-boo, it’s the splashmilk kind.

And for all those camera-shy friend that i’m bound to meet in the future, try my peek-a-boo, because i want you to be in my memories.

Aye

PEEK-A-BOO !

Make yourself comfortable with splashmilk’s camera. Oh by the way, the Starbuck’s Caramel Iceblend here rocks!

Four donkey months recuperating from the major culture shocks I had since settling down in this Bolehland, while alongside one month after getting my little mechanical baby, my car rocks all the way to Zeus’ throne! Aphrodite craves for the next one thousands steamy intimate sessions in it!

Silence …

Okay, fine … Maybe not one thousand, at least a hundred? Yes? No? Hello?

Ever since I’ve got the four wheels baby, I’ve been cruising across the city quite often, keeping up my social life with my cliques. Yes, the city council with all generosity urges us to use the public transport but then, thanks but no thanks … and I believe the same goes for everyone out there, because nobody would like been squashed between meat walls, suffocated in endless toxicated biological odors.

Damn the sardines! Damn the pick pocket!

While driving? What about driving? Well, let’s just say … driving in Kuala Lumpur city is like:

Sex for the very first time, you’re not in control and while she takes the lead, you know nothing about her, you’re the first timer … you panic! Yes, only panic. No excitement.

You wanted to enter that spot but one wrong turn? You’re doomed. You’ve just enter the wrong hole. And the next thing you know?

You see yourself grabbing your own hair yelling …

“NooooooOOooOOoOOo! $#@%&!”

But that’s okay, “practice makes perfect”, aint it?

While after been hurdling around, turning, searching and paying amounts of innocent tolls and petrol you could possibly save. You’ve finally picked up the frequency; well-tuned on the same channel… you cope up with the “dexterity”, you know exactly where to penetrate! (?!?!)

You praise on your own proficiency. (You pathetic narcist! Ah Hah!)

You know just exactly where’s the HOTSPOT that brings all the heavenly excitement, the G-spot to trigger all the orgasms that you want.

You’re already in full control. You’re the playa, mate! You like it fast … Vrooooom …. Raging across the city, that’s one of the things that gets you all the ecstasy!

It’s ma drive … ma racks … ma ride … fly~ aye?

Now if you guys would excuse me, i’m out! i’ve got another spot to penetrate later (?!?!?!) …

Finally, the splashmilk’s column is up … How quirky can you get onto talking about television epoch anyway?

Something to ponder…