after the amphitheatre,
i walked around.
which then i met this indian couple.
first thing first,
I HAVE NOTHING AGAINST INDIAN OKAY.
the indians i'm saying here are directly to those indians that i met.
okay,
so as usual when i'm out hunting,
i'll be carrying my camera on my hand.
then this indian couple approached me,
the boyfriend/husband la.
asked me can i take a picture of them.
well, not the first time.
with those gear in my hand,
i've had lots of people asking me to take their photos.
so this guy came,
"hello ? can help us take a picture ?"
also as usual,
i give my best smile and reply
"of course sure sure"
FYI, i've known how to press the shutter button halfway down first to focus on the object i'm shooting ever since i've had my first canon camera, the 4MP one.
so he passed me this camera that doesn't even look very good to me.
u know,
like those outdated models possibly still 4MP.
FYI again, i have nothing against 4MP cameras and outdated cameras k
if u know how to take a picture, even camera phone can take pictures well la.
"u just press this button ok"
"alright sir"
he went back to pose with his wife then he moved forward to me again
"u have to press the button halfway first ok"
"i know sir"
"so it can focus"
"yes i know"
"i know alright"
"@^$%&%*%$^(@#$%$^@#$&^**$"
the wife speaking some indian language which i totally don't understand but what i felt is
"THAT GUY IS A PHOTOGRAPHER U DON'T BE SO KAPO CAN OR NOT"
and he hit that guy a few times and kept repeating herself while the guy kept on telling me on what to do.
okay,
i'm not saying i'm very good at taking pictures.
i still think my ability to compose a picture well sucks.
i still can't make a picture that make u stuck at the page.
but man..
holding that black big camera definitely means i know how to press the button halfway first to focus on the object !
DOOD, UR FOCUS POINT ONLY 1 OKAY..MINE IS 9 !
this type of guys piss me off.
or may be u just came in at the wrong time.
i was rather pissed at myself already that time coz i wasn't able to wake up on time.
this part of the story happens during my trip to the night safari.
indians also.
a big indian family i suppose.
see, when u enter.
u are told and there are actually signs everywhere saying,
"NO FLASH PHOTOGRAPHY ALLOWED"
i was on the leopard trail,
where i met that big grp of indians,
i took out my cam,
knelt down for better support,
and i was waiting for them to leave so i could get a bigger room for myself so i could take the picture of the leopard which will require a longer shutter speed.
so i stood there holding my cam waiting when this dood go knock on the glass where the leopard sat immediately behind the glass.
so practically, with their already stronger sense of feel, they'll definitely be able to feel the vibration.
DOOD IT'S A WILD BEAST !
u don't knock on it so it'll look at u for u to take picture with your flash !
.YES.
THEY REPETITIVELY TOOK PICTURES WITH THEIR FLASHES.
i stood there.
2 flashes,
and when i was about to tell them politely that no flash photography is allowed,
two old ang moh couple walked right there and saw the second flash.
"u don't do that" said the ang moh uncle
"yeah u don't do that man" i said
they pretend as if they didn't hear a single thing.
*flashes*
"no flash photography" said the ang moh uncle
i smiled at him
"can't u see the sign there ?" i continued
*flashes*
aunty ang moh walked over and cover the flash with her small little cloth that i believe she used to wipe her prespire.
what's with those people man ?
then they walked off when these bunch of indians felt pissed.
the indians remained.
when the ang mohs left,
they continue firing in flashes.
"omg, what's wrong with you people man"
"can't even follow a simple rule"
i said loudly while making my leave.
seriously,
what's wrong with those people man.
when i took a snap at this duck,
it remind me of donald duck immediately !
.the eagle.
again,
I HAVE NOTHING AGAISNT INDIANS OKAY
rames is an indian,
and i don't feel that way against him.
in fact, i like his works man.
more to come soon :)
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