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Yehey! I now have a new digital camera. It's a Nixon, silver-coated and touch screen. Whew! Thought I could never replaced the one I lost.

When I was trying to figure out how the thing works, memories with my old Sony Cybershot hit me like a lightning. Bought it a year after my stay in Malaysia. In fact, it was the most expensive ware I bought while there. During my trips, my Sony cam would be with me to document the memories. Everywhere I go, there my cam was also with me. It became my source of refuge, my silent companion, my memory keeper. It captured the high and low moments of my life.

But I lost it. When that happens, a part of me seems to have gone with it. I felt empty and lonely. Not that it is just a thing but it is more than that. It became my partner. It meant a lot to me and the scene when I bought it still clearly plays in my mind. The excitement, the glee, the pride of having something I long wanted.

One time when I was about to leave SM during a visit, I passed by this store and I happened to glance at the cams on display. A unit stole my attention. Then I inquired if it uses the lithium battery and the memory capacity, among others. Impressed by its features, I almost got that one. But the clerk, showed me a better one and I never parted with it since then. I really love it.

But there is a little problem. The amount I had was not sufficient to pay for the cam. Hardly wanting to surrender despite the odds, I boldly asked the clerk if I could make a reservation for the cam and that I would be coming back for it anytime soon. Though I know that it would be impossible for me to come back with the sum, I gladly gave the dp. Just did it without any doubt. I had to get the cam. That's the only thing that matters.

I told Mom about it and she willingly got the cam using her cc. Wow. In fact, she went to SM to get it. Now, I am trying its features and playing with it.

Life's unexpected twists and turns. Who would have thought it would be that easy? Life's beautiful.


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