Eye twitches and Superstitons

No person i have met has been spared from tales of superstition. Even friends from the most progressive modern country also have their tales of granny said superstition.

It's been a few days since under my right eye has been twitching, I looked up the faithful Google what are the causes of it, it gave a number of symptoms to choose from which very much matched mine sleeplessness and stress. oh! perfect. Solved.

It did also give me the dark side to the effects causes and symptoms of eye twitching. hmm! it couldn't be that bad. I mean i know i have been struggling to sleep since a few days and its very common for me, since I have been struggling to sleep for a few years now actually. A few days is quite an understatement.

I took an "eye" pack from the fridge and kept it on my eye just to cool it down. The Eyes that used to be known as the window to the soul has been working overtime since the boom of technology and hasn't stopped since. It's been over worked and over tired and over used..Nowadays the eyes are known for the window to virtual knowledge.

In the middle of it all a weird thought passed my mind. If i had my crazy family with me they wouldn't be bothered with this medical term and all, they would be telling me "its a good sign" or "some good news is coming" or "a windfall of luck" especially the right eye means "more favor".
Can I tell you from the last 30 years any weird twitching or itching or hair falling or walking or talking none of these has ever come to pass. Where do these ideas come from? even asking the oldest member of my household left her clueless too.

I went back online to put eye twitching superstitions and voila! it was there, who needed my crazy family members to remind me when the internet is there?

ME.

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There is confusion inside me on whats happening outside me. its like a tricky play that the audience is kept guessing until the end, many get it halfway and some don't. that "some" person would be me. no matter all these years i have lived ups and downs, i thought i know it all, but there is something thats even more quizzical that comes along.

i have always concluded and spoken to people that my life is a drama. no matter how much i am away from it, its still there, catching up at every turn and meeting me with anticipation.

i even joked once and many times its better i go and give my story to some good producers atlas there will a motion series made for me to sit and look back at my own life. just played by someone else. i think its going to be hilarious, i mean after repeatedly inviting myself to unneeded situations, i still don't learn.

why are we surrounded by friends that have got everything going for them so beautifully? and yet our life so different 'alienated'? 

questions are too many to even ask, cause it all leads up to the same thing over and over- why me? or why not me? either way i keep making a fool of myself. questioning and unquestioning me over and over again.

i have begun to doubt my sanity. all these years no matter what kinda shit i have been through, i never doubted myself even for a second. but recently its like my existence? what is that? is it even legal for me to think like that or exist for that matter? seriously? 

everyday its like a juggle and struggle - that must say it. 

many days half written stories are left uncompleted on the paper, the book is closed and i don't look at it again. and when i do i tear the page and toss it

Fake nails...NOOOOOOOOOOO

Aaaaaarrrggghhhh! these lovely fake nails is driving me up the wall. I joined the band wagon after lot of persistence from my girlfriends about these gel nails that make your hand looks oh! so sophisticated, so posh and most of all so neat.
Don't mind they definitely do! everybody is like wow! are those real, it looks good, its amazing, while I am floating in a cloud of compliments and attention on my new found natural, sophisticated looking nails not to mention its given a whole new meaning and look to my otherwise ridged nail bitten, dinosaur skin hands.

It's lovely, really lovely.. Now you sure know this is not what I was writing for isn't it?

It's been 72 hours since I have had these on and in the first hour i couldn't even open a can of coke, infact the first day I couldn't do anything, my basic duties seemed like a task all in order to keep these nails on and not destroy them. buttoning my pant, touching, catching, cutting, washing my hair its like i am learning to use my hands again.
I think Edward Scissorhands is the right term. When i first saw the movie, I laughed hard everytime the actor tried to touch something without hurting them. I am glad I am the only one here laughing at my way of doing simple things.

To all those with naturally long fingernails and to all that you do keeping them so clean and lovely looking after a hurricane,

you ladies ROCK!

CRAVINGS!!

It's 2:49am and from the past 3 hours I haven't stopped thinking about food. Any form of food (edible ofcourse) fantasizing mostly about chips, fried plantains, PB sandwiches, sara lee's cakes the list is really endless!
This late night cravings have started since a week now, when i decided to stop shopping and stocking junk food. The force is so strong, its driving me crazy.
I have opened the fridge door endless times knowing what is in there, but just waiting for a magic that will not happen since i am the one who stocked it.

NO!! I am not pregnant or going through PMS or anything that defines a lady's cravings.
I am just harmlessly craving for food that dosen't exist and is not there in my kitchen cupboards or fridge and the weight that has piled on sitting comfortably in my body is not helping. thats where the decision came to stop stocking foods which I end up eating usually late nights.

After recently shifting house the convenience of walking down the building for 24hrs store also has been denied. Forget about 24hrs store I don't have any store with the 10km radius of my house and that also closes 11pm.

As i am scavenger hunt in my cupboard again for the nth time for food, I locate a noodles packet! maybe i could just microwave that and a hot cup of tea.

What Say?

Horoscopes!!

Every morning when I open my laptop and log on to the very famous domains of our times, i have this sneaky instant urge that's turned into a guilty habit of checking my horoscope. i know its harmless thing but after years of vowing myself to stop reading it.
No, i am not a believer because through the years
- i didn't encounter a red hair girl to give me something to hold onto.
- feelings for a special someone will come in to being
- my spirits didn't hit a high point in the next couple of days
- neither did I let anybody close to me put pressure into hasty decisions
and my predictions goes on and on (bearing in mind there are other half million with the same star as mine)
somehow there is a sneaky temporary happiness and I tell myself its the last time i am reading this one.
Since my younger days I've always been drawn to such kind of mysteries like palm reading, horoscopes, tarot readers and related things. When I was younger I used to walk with my grandma to the market almost daily and I used to see these people sitting on the corner street with a parrot inside a small cage, so as someone would go to them they would open the tiny gate for the parrot to walk out and pick a card and the reading would be done.
I was filled with so much fascination and inquisitiveness but yet I would never dare to go near them. Thanks to my grandma and the over protective family that used speak of so much horror about them. but still!
Am I a believer? No! of course not.
But still that rush when I open the newspaper, magazine, open webpages, etc. ahh! too many, too much. steal a glance.

My phone pings and as I click the image on the screen a picture with a girl with no hands and a caption on it- How will her future be determined? no hands? can it be read? ......
uh oh! here we go again!

Being myself

I am so happy in the company of my own self
in total bliss
with the birds chirping and the soft snores of my dog sleeping
closed in an apartment of rooms
away from human and their pollution
that which drains me physically and emotionally by so much that don't exist
I wonder if they feel that way about me too
does it show on my face, that i am really not into them, not into their conversations
as they jibber jabber about nothingness
do I have to roll my eyes?
or do I have to show how empty I feel ?
do I?
talk to me, talk to me about trueness that only souls can feel
about love that has surpassed so many lives
about those who survived the tests of time
about you, about me
Talk to me
and I will be yours till eternity comes
oh! I am so at peace just me in the company of my own self.

I don't know.......

I don't know why
When i stop to think of the days gone by
A gentle breeze flows over my mind
of you and me standing side by side
we were so happy together, still we couldn't make it all over
maybe it was me, maybe it was you
we have no right to decide
I think we gave up too soon
or maybe it was fate that gave up on us
I don't know for how long
but till now you are still the number 1
I hold you in my memory so tight
I think i if i let go, my whole world would fade and die
I wish i could turn back time and make everything like it used to be
But "no" the almighty wills the best for you and me
Not today or tomorrow or even after
But someday, somewhere together we'll be standing again side by side.