.andromeda.

It seems easier for me to have the thought in my mind, speaking it out softly like talking to myself compared to typing it out here. Is that normal, or is it just me? Ah, it's been a long week and coming to the end of it, it is not getting any fun.

I don't find it easy to cry even after reading the most typical sad ending of a good good story book. Because seriously, I don't cry on what is written but to what I see in reality as in a movie for ex. It was supposedly a week full of classes and books and people in places but yet the week became quiet, not the kind of week you were hoping for but there was still a major part of it which includes books.

The thing is I can't remember of a time that I just once stop thinking about things that might and might not happen. Maybe in my sleep? But then there were dreams. I guess I would picture it as something like you offered yourself to someone, and they opened you, only to discover you were not the gift they expected and they had to smile and nod and say thank you all the same. There's also some illogical part of me that still believes if you want Superman to show up, first there's got to be someone worth saving. And I'm off to still figure that whole thing.

A jewel's just a rock put under enormous heat and pressure. Extraordinary things are always hiding in places people never think to look. But when someone does look, and then left without saying anything, it will only meant to the jewel that what that person had seen wasn't worth the time or effort.

Salam Ramadhan to all, treasure it and you will be blessed.