I lost my camera.
My beloved digital camera.
My birthday present for myself when I turned twenty.
My camera that cost me seven hundred dollars. Ugh..
Just thinking about it makes me cry.
I don't know where I put. Or the last time I've used it.
Wait.. I remember bringing the camera with me in Surfers last Sunday when I went out for lunch with my parents.
But then Uncle told me that he put the camera under the passenger seat so it wouldn't fall off.
It'll be around the house, I confidently thought.
I mean, I use a bigger bag whenever I bring my camera along with me.
I've looked everywhere.
I can't seem to find it.
I asked mum if she hid it. The woman has a habit of hiding my stuff to teach me a lesson.
Usually she hides my clubbing clothes so I won't go out. But I still manage to go out with a boob tube, denim jacket and black pants.
But that's beside the point, I want my camera back.
How can a camera whore work without a camera? Tell me??
Ugh.. Hating it. Hating it. Hating it.
An overdue pictures
Remember I told you my New Year's was a blur?
Well, Dimples made it her mission to remind me every single detail of what happened that night.
She even had pictures to prove what an idiot I was.
This photo was taken before I downed two bottles of red wine.
The sober Nikki wanted to welcome the New Year's with a bang.
Not a thud. Or me falling over every three steps.
But obviously, that didn't happen.
I was pretty tipsy after Amber's house. So drinking the second bottle of wine was something I couldn't remember.
I had to ask Dimples for info and this is what she has for me.
The funny thing was, I didn't spill anything.
Apparently, I was really worried that the wine would be wasted so I caught the globe before it tipped over.
So yeah, I think my memory of what happened on New Year's was being restored bit by bit.
I'm done straining myself trying to remember what happened.
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