Contact Lenses

Today I went to my nearby Yateem Optical Shop, it was nearly a year ago since I last went there. I have certain despise over glasses but the fact that my eyes are wearing out is something that I cannot evade from.

So today I stepped foot into the Optometrist’s clinic. He needed my old glasses to determine if much has changed or not. I forgot my glasses at home.

Well, I think they have problems with digging up their customer’s file, if ever they have a system considering the girl at the reception has this computer to look for my name.

So, after reading some vague letters and some horizontal and vertical lines, as well as seeing that old familiar yellow red and green house, the doctor asked me if I would like to get lenses or glasses. I asked him which one should I get, although, at the back of my mind I was thinking of actually getting both, knowing that I would probably misplace every single contact lenses he’ll give me and that I don’t always wear my glasses. He asked me to think about it though he suggested I get both, glasses as back-up, lenses as comfort. He asked me to sit again on the optical chair (sounds like an illusion), and he went to get lenses. As he approached to put the lenses on my every pupil, I could hear each one screaming “Gently!!! I am a virgin!!!”

Well, so there goes me, walking out of his office with brand new lenses that are good for one day. As I was walking on the street, I can’t help thinking, wow, how easy it is to just shove contacts into our eyes, and yes it is convenient, although now as I am writing this, my eyes are actually writhing in its struggle to keep the lenses into each pupil. It’s a weird feeling but it is definitely more convenient that those bulky glasses. No matter how small the glasses are, they still carry with them that weight and awkwardness on someone’s nose bridge, that burden on our ears.

Well, I would need to go back to the optical shop to get my new glasses and probably get like a month’s supply of contact lenses. What do ya think?

Easter Sunday, 16 April 2006

Two nights ago I dreamt of my brother Mark. He was walking with his classmates, he was so sad, crying, saying he did not know he passed away. I cried and wept with him in his sadness and for his sadness. I called up my mother, called up his girlfriend. I spoke with her for quite sometime. We were crying, we were laughing. We share the same grief of loss yet in different terms.

Today, Zsa sent me text saying that she dreamt of Mark, and he said he is not dead and he walked out of the coffin and he looked perfectly fine. These two dreams signify the death of Jesus Christ and His resurrection. I wish Mac is happy now. Although we miss him sorely everyday, we have to accept the fact that he has gone.

We celebrated Jic’s birthday today also at the Rendezvous. It was probably the first time that her birthday took place on an Easter Sunday or at a time when it was appropriate to celebrate, almost. It usually falls on a Holy Week day wherein it is forbidden to have celebrations as it was a week of mourning for Christ’s suffering before He was crucified on the cross. We did not have a birthday cake or candles as my sister wished because Mac’s demise is not yet even over forty days. In fact, the 16th was Mac’s beginning of prayers for his forty days.