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Memory of you: DIY camera

Went to the uni today to hand in some documents for the future casual employment. 

Dropped by at the university's book store to browse through the cool gadgets they are selling. 

Although it's a uni book store, they are selling stuff like battery packs for smartphones, phone cases, stethoscopes for medical students, tshirts with uni logo emblazoned on them, and some toys. 

I came across this. 


Well this reminded me of my ex. On the very first day we met, I was invited to his place. 

Was impressed with the collection of cameras he had. Lomo, and some other I dun know what to call cameras (hyphen needed). At least I had something to ask him and so the conversation could continue that time haha.. 

He told me how he made the camera himself, something I hadn't heard of. Now I've seen it myself finally. 

Sometimes I really wonder if he thinks about me at all. Just like how I think about him when I see things that conjure up all those memories. 

Also, I was very happy last night because I got to skype this cutie from a far away land. For some reason, I felt like I had known him for some time, maybe in our past lives? Haha 
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  1. UnknownOctober 22, 2013 at 1:54 PM

    Oo A Cutie ;) Wondering got story to tell or not xD

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  2. soul232October 22, 2013 at 4:14 PM

    not bad. another potential candidate, maybe? =P

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