it's a Saturday. I wanted to go to the library, but I ended up facebooking te WHOLE ENTIRE MORNING): damn it, clara, go study NOW! (okay, maybe not now, after this post)

On the day of the eclipse, the weather seemed odd. the sky was a pinkish purple if I remember correctly and it was raining. The cool weather was shiok(: & classes were fine. I was just thinking, in the skies above, in the universe, the outer 'islands', marvelous yet intriguing stuff happens. Like the eclipse for instance. But we just can't see it!): As the days pass, we may see that things really appear normal and in stasis. Things don't seem to be moving as fast or as pretty as we desire it to be. But look at the big picture, behind every scene, there's something beautiful awaiting us. There's something, someone out there who would perfect this seemingly ugly surface that we're faced with.