“Congratulations, you won”.
It was 7:42 in the morning and I remember hitting the sheets around 3am. This is supposed to be my weekends (within a weekday), why are they interrupting me?
No race today, so I’m nonchalantly shoving anything that relates to work. Besides, the planes will fly with or without me. But I was already rather tweaked. Rissa, my friend and officemate, will never be a bother especially with nonsensical messages. So what is she so happy about? Was it the lottery? Was it the brand new Porche I saw at the show room? I don’t remember joining any raffle. But wait …
And I woke up with a start, sitting on my bed wondering what she was talking about. I grabbed my phone again which I unknowingly shoved under my pillow.
I won the photo contest. Un-bah-leee-vah-ble! The picture is now streamed in every PC in the company as a screensaver. I made the unlikely happen. Me and my passion for inanimate objects, like books, slugged it’s way around and got the 2nd most highest vote amongst numerous entries – that seem to spell professional camera, skilled photographer and studio shots. What’s most amazing is, the rest spoke of lurid celebration of love (which is the theme of the contest); the one I have spoke of mute affections none too strong to stand against love for family and friends. The one I have played with the good lighting of my room and my mobile phone flashlight. It was all too simple.
My head is now throbbing. Shooting up in bed like that is never right. But at least, I am now beginning to remember what exactly I was aiming for when I bought my camera.
Currently listening to The Fear by Lily Allen via Monster Radio RX93.1