Whistling Sparkles

Whistling Sparkles, the box reads. No kidding. I just got back from some post raya fireworks fun and play with my loved ones, gc n ms.Radio. Had a bit of a fix choosing where we'd actually play the fireworks since the police are really enforcing the law against them and I didn't think it was any fun to run away from the varsity guards either.. so we settled for a strip of road not usually used but had access to ample lighting to avoid suspicion or problematic accusations - just in case.

Anyways, I am the honorable supplier of these illegal paraphernelia (spelling?) and the setting of the camera was at long shutter mode, set to 1.3" (I think thats how to type it) and iso 50.. 50??!!! nak buat ape ngn 50. adei la..so the first batch were rather horrid and dark. No matter now, I remembered for the 2nd shooting session which was held later after gc dropped us off and we had our own photoshoot in the center park, and then right under Block J.

La mischevious enfante

Neither me nor my roomate were the kaki mercun pon.. so both of us blew our socks off just trying to light the darned thing - okay la.. maybe me more than her, but when it came to the thunderclap thingy.. that was the ultimate rush. mcm bodoh cover telinga, camera lupe nak on. haha!! Too bad. Next time Im going to try to scribble something with the light, like write a "g" and then "c" gosh. Now Im really cheesy. Hahaha.. Pardon pardon.

The ones with the black cat on the box was the whistling type. The noise it made was loud. you'd probably think it was a thunderclap Im holding but it wasn't. gc was even more clever and lit one up right there in his residential rec room. Had tonnes of fun.

Im so going to fucking miss this place.