Creepshoting in an Exotic Island : A daredevil experience

I am crazy. I am weird and crooked from inside out. So what? Everybody else is. Difference is somebody brings it out, while many won’t. And there isn’t anything wrong in expressing.  

This is interesting game, if I may present it the right way, almost everybody should like this. To not err is not human; if I am not doing I am not erring as well. So, let me err one more time. 

That said, and that read (on your part), you are allowing me to go further. Second thing, mind it: this is not a confession. This, I believe, is rather a creativity that let (past tense) you think outside the box. Every human soul is weird on many aspects. Put your hand on the heart and think peacefully with your eyes closed how crazy you are. You only know the extremity of your weirdness unless brought in the light. Minds indulge into forbidden fantasy and they fancy doing crazy stuffs. All of them and beyond, nobody knows save you. My mind abides by all the human errors it should have. Fantasizing is not bad, making it a reality can be sometimes. Photo-shoot is an art, and here is what I did how I am explaining.  

There are things that you can’t do in Singapore, and they are many; creepshoting is one of them. Many people are not familiar with this terminology, so I would like to elaborate a bit first. A creepshot is a clandestine photography taken in public places, especially of a woman, with special emphasis on her sensitive body parts. By sensitive, everybody knows what that means. Okay, going deep, it does mean the boobs, the cleavage, armpits, navel, butt, and thighs. And think whatever you think is saucy.  

Summer of ’15, both bachelors, we—a friend of mine and I— were so chivalrous and fancy free. We were normal, yet deviant. That means we would do all things a normal person does in a carefree tour of a new place but we would not stop there because there would be some extra more things, bizarre and gratifying, that we would, definitely, do. It’s kind of accepting a challenge or a variant of misdemeanor to create memory by modifying soon-to-be past, or let’s say wrapping up the present to see it become past and not fade away as it recedes. I don’t know all the odd laws of Singapore but I know one thing for sure, many of them are crazy.  

Let me bring one interesting happenstance. In the train and monorail, there are big signages of few things you can’t do. One is of course, no smoking, and other is no eating and drinking; third one is no flammable goods—okay fair. The last one aroused me questions—it was “No Durians.”  The picture shows a red cross with a black whatchamacallit that has spiky outlines all over. Every new towner would wonder: is it an action like the first two rules or is it a thing like the third one? We didn’t care much as we were in no way related to durians because practically we could not know what the heck that is. It was only later that we realized it is a fruit. Imprisoning a person two years who sells chewing gum can be reasonable for them—contrastingly that’s a reasonable business for us, but fining $500 Singaporean for eating fruit in public place? Are you kidding? Holly molly! the person who wrote that law must have hated durians to his guts. Never ever a fruit would have been downgraded so much so that even merely having it incurs you a heavy monetary penalty. Poor durains. I had heard the name there first time, and from then on I would like to taste them so desperately.

So, we were at creepshoting. Singapore is rich with the creepshot scenes, but it’s almost hard to make sure you are doing it without anybody knowing. There are poking eyes of silent human statues, there are surveillances of close-circuit camera and there are police in the go. The upskirts view is best while on elevators on open space, with you going up and a semi-clothed chick going down in juxtaposition. It’s your game how you shoot and there are risks. Greater risks offer you greater gratification, as they say.

Our mission was not creepshoting. We underwent unguided tour here and there, at the same time thought why not we have a sideways fun? Be it the parks, or train station you can utilize your photography skills so very well. Spy camera on the move, at shirt’s pocket or your silenced mobile camera from under the knees you can shot a good view of what is intended to capture. Some pictures could not be displayed here due to ethical protocols, here are only few of them.

Despite the spying eyes of closed circuit camera here and there, we did it stealthily for a day and didn’t encounter any hurdles, or else imagine what would happen to us if somebody found out that we were snapping forbidden fruit zones in the country where eating an edible and healthy fruit takes you to jail!