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Eye Lens

Believe it or not that everything that we see, it is not us who see it.
It is not from our naked eyes.

This is because, when we see things, most of the time we tend to evaluate and thus judge what we see.
But how we judge them, does not fully come from our perception nor thoughts.
Because, there's a filter or barrier before our eyes.
The name of this barrier is Culture.
Each and every one of us, have a LENS in our eyes, called Culture.
And this Lens is responsible in the way we perceive and evaluate everything that is happening around us.

We have been immersed so deeply in our culture that we tend to judge everything through this lens which means, everything we look in awe is because we are taught to like it by our culture. And everything that we look disgustingly is because we are taught that it is neither good nor right.

It is from the view of culture, the norm, beliefs (that we assume them to be right and that we have been following 'blindly probably' since we are aware of things going around us, which might be when we are just little children) that cause us to be unfair.

Because, we see it from only our view and not from the neutral point of view.
For instance, in my eyes, eating insects like grasshoppers, cockroaches and worms disgust me. BECAUSE, this was how I had been taught to look at since small.
But now, I could not nor should not see it in that way because, it might be just the right thing to do in a particular culture or society.

Just because, I don't do it, I should not label this society badly, right?

This is just an example on how, this 'LENS' effects the way we perceive things.
I think it is time to let my naked eyes to prevail the beauty of the world. WITHOUT the help of the lens.
Because the world is beautiful just at its own way, I just need a pair of open eyes to enjoy it. =)


Time flies.

It felt like just some time ago.
But it have been eight years since u left us.
Even though I'm living the days, I fail to realize that when the days end, it's one day further from that day.
Still feel like the same girl who you once held on and took care of.
Can still remember the way you look, the way you call me, the way you hold me, the way you worry when I fall sick, the way you work to feed me even when you're not well.
Time had flew.
Wish you had stayed longer to see me grow up.
Even though you're not here with me today, you're still there in my heart, thoughts, memories, and eyes.
For, you and I share a beautiful bond, because without you, I am not who I am today...
Granma, I'm a lady now. All grown up,  still growing.
Thank you for being there for me.
Thank you for taking care of me.
Thank you for loving me.
Thank you for nurturing me.
Thank you God, for giving me a guardian in the form of my grandma.
Love you grandma.
Miss you so much.


A story.

I had read this before, but no matter how many times I read this, I have no words to describe how I feel about it..

A Story about His Love to Her.

I was walking around in a Big Bazaar store shopping, when I saw a Cashier talking to a boy couldn't have been more than 5 or 6 years old..

The Cashier said, 'I'm sorry, but you don't have enough money to buy this doll. Then the little boy turned to the cashier and asked: are you sure I don't have enough money?''

The cashier counted his cash once again and replied: ''You know that you don't have enough money to buy the doll, my dear.'' The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand.

Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to. 'It's the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much . I wanted to Gift her for her BIRTHDAY.

I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there.' His eyes were so sad while saying this. 'My Sister has gone to be with God.. Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister...''

My heart nearly stopped. The little boy looked up at me and said: 'I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I come back from the mall.' Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He then told me 'I want mommy to take my picture with her so my sister won't forget me.' 'I love my mommy and I wish she doesn't have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister.' Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly..

I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. 'Suppose we check again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll?''

'OK' he said, 'I hope I do have enough.' I added some of my money to his with out him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for the doll and even some spare money.

The little boy said: 'Thank you God for giving me enough money!'

Then he looked at me and added, 'I asked last night before I went to sleep for God to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll, so that mommy could give It to my sister. He heard me!'' 'I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn't dare to ask God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose. My mommy loves white roses.'

I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started. I couldn't get the little boy out of my mind.

Then I remembered a local news paper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a young woman and a little girl. The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-sustaining machine, because the young woman would not be able to recover from the coma. Was this the family of the little boy?

Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the news paper that the young woman had passed away.. I couldn't stop myself as I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make last wishes before her burial.

She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest. I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed for ever...

The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister is still, to this day, hard to imagine. And in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver had taken all this away from him.



Being Up to date or Being Left Out?

With all the gadgets invented and possessed, we should be thankful for we are able to be up to date with the fast revolving world and even keep in touch with people all over the world.
But, the phenomenon has changed.
People are no longer using the gadgets for what they first thought of using it for.
People now are more interested in updating their self in the social network.
This indeed is the most biggest mistake we are doing.


Because, we are so infatuated in updating in social network, probably to get attention from others,
that we are missing the major point here.
Which is, we are missing in the magical moments.
Being spellbound or perfectly said, being obsessed in the social networks, we are forgetting that we are not being a part of the moment.
Capturing pictures and videos, will make us remember the moment in the future.
But are the pictures and videos more valuable then the experience itself?
So think about it.
While we are so busy capturing the moments, we are directly missing to be a part of the memory.
Updating photos and videos can be awaited but an event or moment will never wait for us.
Because. Time waits no man.

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