Betwitched.

Eyelid twitch

Definition:

An eyelid twitch is called a blepharospasm. It happends when your eyelid muscles repeatedly and rhythmically contract.

Alternative Names:
Eyelid spasm; Eye twitch; Blepherospasm; Twitch – eyelid

Causes, incidence, and risk factors:

The most common things that make the muscle in your eyelid twitch are fatigue, stress, and caffeine. Once spasms begin, they may continue off and on for a few days.

walau. i got all sia.

Don’t Stop Until Its Over

It’s amazing how things that you enjoy can keep you up and awake for so long. I have been on 5 hours of sleep in the last 3 days and I do feel energetic still.

It might be this cheesy relaxation podcast I downloaded a few days back. It is 15 minutes of crickets chirping and wilderness type of music where this man tells you to relax and breathe systematically. I recall that I always fall asleep at the same moment and wake up about 2 hours later feeling way fresher. HEH!

C’mon Rosh! Screw Applied Econs. It fucking sucks anyway. <3

The In-Between Thoughts

I realised a couple of things between the time my head rested on the pillow and I slipped into a deep, dream-filled sleep.

1. I will never have time for a relationship if I keep retreating into myself and blaming my family for taking up too much time. For the most parts, I know they are pretty much hands off lest for the curfew. But I think, its just me in my head. I speak to myself too many times and come up with things that might not exactly be there. Spastic eh?

2. I get heady excitement from the corporate world. As much as  I moan that I don’t like the unfeeling, cold and cut-throat corporate world, I think I love the change and excitement with stock markets, macroeconomic outlooks, ICR, corporate governance and all the business babble that entails. People interactions, game theory and all that jazz… It all pulls me down and yet, gets me going.

Asian WSJ, BT, IHT, BBC, CNN, Bloomberg … all keep me going every single day. I don’t think I want to get out of the corporate system just as yet. But then again, I don’t wanna be in the thick of it. Hmm. Confused?

Yep, I admit I love it. So, my last term in school looks like this:

Ethics and Social Responsibility (compulsory)

Strategy

Change Communication

Asia Pacific Business (going to Macau on a field trip)

I need another econs course. Gotta look into it.

So going back to the start… pretty heavy stuff for before-I-fall-asleep-introspective-thoughts eh?

The Happiness in Melancholy

Why do I feel like… Like there is something missing?

Like there is no meaning in anything anymore? There is no purpose in what I do. I am getting more and more disappointed with everything around me. No more zest. No more spring. Just cold routine behaviour which is becoming alien as the days close onto themselves. I close my eyes and a multitude of scenes fill my head. What was, what could have been and what will never be. Wistful, wishful thinking.

The Arabic word found as ḥuzn and ḥazan in the Qur’an and hüzün in modern Turkish refers to the pain and sorrow over a loss, death of relatives in the case of the Qur’an. The Turkish writer Orhan Pamuk in ^[7] further elaborates on the added meaning hüzün has acquired in modern Turkish. It has come to denote a sense of failure in life, lack of initiative and to retreat into oneself, symptoms quite similar to melancholia.

I have been having this feeling for the longest of times. Some times I think I court melancholy. There is a strange twisted happiness in feeling morose. Me, myself and my thoughts. It makes awesome company to wallow in your own.

Plus it doesn’t help that I am having a massive flu-induced headache and I don’t want to do the mountain of work facing me. And the fact that I feel I have disappointed myself.