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Thursday, September 13, 2007

Jess asked me not to delete what's in the memory card in her camera. And so sweetly she told me that there are some things meant for me. So I went back home and explored the memory card. I thought she had some sweet notes for me or whatever was going to make me tear. These is it. I strained my eyes in hope for at least my name to appear in these 3 pictures. But I'm sorry , none has it. Apparently this tells you how important a black shiny camera is than over a living person. Especially when that person recite poems to her every now and then.




Jess! One last time, you want me or your camera?



Since you left me dead laid here ;
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