Behind The Lense.

From now on, I'd want to blog about more and more strangers/passer-bys/people I don't know but somehow find a certain connection with. HAha. Anyway, today was my great grandmother's death anniversary and so my mum and I made a trip to my uncle's place for the usual ritual of praying and of course followed by lunch. HEhe. The custom is to present the food to my great grandmother (somehow or rather her soul or spirit will take it in) but of course we won't see it with our own eyes and well the food will then end up in our tummy. HEHe.

Imagine seeing someone for the first time and you just have this sudden urge to get to know them. Of course with good intentions. Today was the first time I actually saw someone who chose not to take a seat in the LRT although the journey was about 45 minutes. He chose to stand looking out at the back of the train. A camera which looked professional, hung around his neck. Him taking photographs of the view outside. I wondered, what exactly is he taking pictures of? What is there to take?was more like the question. But more than that, it made me smile.