Thursday, January 31, 2008

Furrowed brows...

I love staring at people’s faces when they think no one’s looking. I love seeing their facial expressions change and mold into new ones as their thought process changes.

Of course staring at a strangers face for half an hour, however entertaining, may come off a bit odd, especially to those who may be watching you watching this random person.

Still, I like to think I can get a glimpse into their mind by watching this face language. For some, it’s like reading a book, especially when it comes to friends and family. I can almost hear exactly what my sister is thinking when I look at her.

On the way home from work yesterday, I realized I was doing it too. I had a really hard day and work and was extremely frustrated and stressed at how much was left for me to do the next morning; and my eyebrows were furrowed. Not from the protecting my eyes from the sun, I noticed, but from the feeling of annoyance radiating out of me. At the point when I realized that I was doing it, I stopped. This didn’t help. I didn’t loose my feelings of anger, more over I just got this unsatisfied feeling to go along with it. It was so unsatisfying to hide my feelings from the rest of the world that I just returned to furrowing my brows and radiating annoyance.

Hmmm… well… the feeling passed, but at least for that half an hour some strangers new how I felt.

Wednesday, January 9, 2008

Once upon a time....

...there was a girl that was the last of four sisters. Their family lived together in the small town of Ras Al Khaimah for many, many years until their father retired.

The family was separated by land, sea and time. Times were hard for the sisters. They moved into their own homes, and although they lived fairly close to one another, nothing came more prominent in their lives then their sudden independence.

What was clear to them now, more then anything else; it was time to grow up.