The scene is still playing in my head. although it's Friday but what happened on Monday is still on my mind. That scene that didn't even last for 1 minute is still here. on my mind. playing over and over again. my heart is still beating as fast as it was on Monday during that one minute, or 10 seconds.
My bag was stolen on Monday, and I got hit on my shoulder by the thieves. More than that..what killing me is that.. my camera was in the bag. yes, guys. my camera..my world was stolen.
Let me introduce you my camera. My camera represents my world. I take photos so I can remember some details. I take photos because that's what i feel i was born for. to take photos..and cherish them. no one can understand that.
I don't feel like writing anymore. I don't have any photos to attach with my articles, and my phone is broken. so no more pics. probably, just webcam will be posted. like this one:
my article has no more colors although it has.
Have a nice weekend.