Anyone who knows me also know how much I love, I adore, I treasure my camera. My former boss, David,used to ask whether I brought mine or not so he could borrow it. Not soon afterwards, he stopped asking and just demanded for it right then and there because he already knew that I could forget to bring my wallet, my office keys, or my train card, but not, my camera. He used to call me, shutterbee, and the sound of the camera clicking is the constant buzz in the office.
Almost all the things I own have names: Axim, my first camera; Boory, my on-and-off, always-lost and always-found flash drive; Sayaka, my first iPod, which is now in the gadget purgatory; Dhwani, my present iPod; Almeida, my beloved Macbook. But, not my camera. For reason unknown, I still have to name my Fujifilm Finepix F50fd. Now, he's in a critical condition, I hope I could still find a solution.
My nameless camera fell and I fear the lens have been damaged. And it's so sad because my warranty is limited to Japan. I guess I have to save up to have it shipped and repaired. I'll do what it takes to have my camera back.
So now, here I am. A camerafreak without a camera. A shutterbee without the sting.
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