To see the world

When people ask me how strong my glasses are, my usual answer is "very strong, don't want to try them on". I know that the situation could be even worse, but it is bad enough to give cause for concern. 6 dioptres can be called "very strong", I think. Then the next thing I am asked is the following: "Is your eyesight so bad? And how do you see without glasses?" This is the question that always drives me mad. For how on earth could I explain how I see to someone who has a perfect eyesight and has never had to wear glasses?

I have got frustrated by such questions many times, but now I have found the solution to show other people how I see. Let me show you a set of pictures provided by VisionSimulations.

This is how a living room looks to a healthy eye:

And this is how I would see it:

Now that I have inserted the pictures, I realized that my vision might be a little bit even more blurry. Maybe I was just trying to make myself believe that the situation is not as bad as I think it is.

Let me show you another example, now a picture with letters on it:

Without glasses I'm completely lost. Look:

Do you wear glasses too? Have you encountered similar problems of not being able to explain to others what it is like having a bad eyesight? Go to VisionSimulations.com and you will have no more such problems.

Do you have healthy eyes? Are you interested to see how people with bad eyesight see? Go to VisionSimulations.com. Look around and see how lucky you are.

Small pleasures in life

 

 

Even if many people deny it, small things do count. Especially if you start a new school and you do not know a single soul and every place looks totally unfamiliar. I took these photos in the very first week of the semester while I was trying to familiarize myself with the Institute of English Studies. Two seemingly insignificant sheets of paper on the notice boards, still they are the little pleasures that helped me survive the first days. 

What are notice boards for? Providing students with a load of dry data. But among those awful lot of dry pieces of information you might find some little signs indicating that those sheets had been put there by people, and not by data bank robots. You only have to look for them and you will feel that even if what you get is nothing more than sheets of paper containing a lot of indigestible information, you are somehow still taken care of.

"There's always gonna be another mountain"

In these days the whole world is in a fever about the X Factor auditions. This is true of Hungary as well. I was not planning to devote a blog entry to this TV programme because it is high enough that this talent show seems to make the whole world go round. But there is a little girl, the youngest of the contestants, who I feel is worthy of attention.

When this little angel appeared on the screen for the first time, I knew immediately that she was different from the others, not only because of her age. She was one of the few, if not the only competitor who did not start with telling how much she wanted to win this show. The first thing she said was that she had not come of her own accord. “I was going home from school when my father gave me a call and told me I was invited to the X Factor auditions because someone entered me for the competition. None of us knows who that person was,” she said. This one short utterance was enough to win my deepest affection for this little girl. In today’s world, how can someone be so modest, so pure, so innocent? And honestly, how many sixteen-year-olds call their father “édesapám” today?

The more this little angel talked, the more I loved her. “My greatest critic is I myself,” she continued. “I am rarely satisfied with my singing.” No conceitedness. No pretension. And the list can be continued. No make-up. No extravagant clothes. No wild hairstyle. It was only her and her voice. She came because an anonymous benefactor entered her, and she sang the most beautiful piece of music ever written. I was not touched because her singing was perfect, there is room for improvement as far as singing techniques are concerned. But in honesty, purity and modesty for me this little girl is the one and only winner of the contest.

Little girl! Please forgive me for what I will say. But I have to hope, with all my good intention, that you will not get into the live show. I am scared that they will ruin your sensitive soul there. You are too good to be made a media celebrity. Little girl, please take care. Do not let them ruin you. Just be yourself all the time, for your sweet smile is a better cure for people than any medicine. Any time we watch you smile and hear you sing, we seem to forget about all the bad things on earth. God gave you a wonderful gift. Take good care of it.

Watch video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xwu59gphyas

Take-off

I have never had a blog before. I have never even kept a diary. It is true that nowadays diaries are considered outdated, but I showed little interest in them even when they were popular during my primary school years. Somehow I never liked the idea of keeping a record of what is happening to me every day. When some years ago, from one day to another everyone became crazy about blogs and after a couple of months it was almost shameful not to have one, I still resisted giving in. Maybe that was more about my old habit of refusing to follow the masses than about lack of interest, I do not know. But it does not matter anyway. What matters is that I have never registered for a blog account before.

Not that I have never thought of it, though. There were, and still are a number of occasions in my life when I feel that I should commit my thoughts to paper because there seems to be no more space in my head for them. Sometimes I would need to sit down and write down whatever is bothering me because in such cases I  feel that I am screaming at the top of my vioce from the inside but nobody seems to be listening. For a person like me who rarely talks, writing helps getting over troubling thoughts.

Now that I came to think of it, I do not understand why I never started a blog. It seems to be true that things are progressing the most effectively when they are made compulsory. Now, for at least as long as a semester, I will keep a blog because it is a requirement in one of my university courses. I do not yet know whether I will continue writing after the semester has ended. For the time being I will try and see what it is like to pour out my heart to the computer screen. And then I will see how to go on.