True Colors.

Eventually, as time passes by, as waves crashes the sea, as the sun rises and sets, as the Earth spins, and as we move on, we see the true colors in everyone and everything around us. We see the truth behind the deceit and the lies. We see the beauty behind the ugliness. We see the black behind the white. And we see the sunshine after the rain.

It's a pity that the true colors we see, aren't really what we want or how we hoped for it to be. 

It's a pity that the people we love and hope to keep change drastically.

It's just a pity. 

But somehow, at the peak of every story, there's always a point where we open up and we try making amends with what we have around us and, we adapt to it. I did it, I met new people, I got close to a few people, I backed away, I mixed with the old ones, I got closer to them but at the end of the story, what matters the most is that I am happy.

It's a joy seeing other people, living lives and enjoying each and every moment of their lives just enjoying them.
It's a joy seeing people know that there's this one person in their life that can make them feel miserable and just so happy at the same time.

And I know someday, on a beautiful day, I will get the happy ending to the story of my life.

Just like everybody else.

Big red nose.

Have you ever feared of anything before in your life ?

Perhaps when you were little you had this fear for Clowns or maybe fear for Big Soft Toys that you see in shopping malls. Well, if you haven't than maybe I'm one out of the ten that has experience that fear once before.

I still remember that very day of my life. I think I was five, and just enjoying and living my life to the fullest. Nothing, and I mean nothing at all ever seemed to bother me. My life at that time was all about going to kindy, learning, reading, counting numbers and that's it. I go home and I watch TV and my life is fulfilled. I was at a mall with my mother. And there was this exhibition going on and they were promoting things. I couldn't care less til I saw this creature roaming around in a big colourful suit with a big red nose. I tell you, it was the most ugliest, single most scariest thing I have ever seen in my whole entire life. That day I learnt a new word - CLOWN.

It happened while I was walking steadily in Subang Parade. Rummaging through the clothes while holding my beloved mother's hands. Then, there came this 'thing', this huge 'thing'(at that point, anything a little bigger than me, to me was huge). It came to me and asked me with its hideous voice whether I wanted a balloon or not. Being scared, obviously my immediate reaction was to hold my mother's hands tighter and to scream and say "MAAAAAA ......." and again and again. My mother looked at me and asked me what was wrong and told me that it was just a clown. I released my hand from my mum's clutch and ran away. The sickening part was that I thought he'd stay away instead he ran as well trying to catch me. I was screaming and screaming til my dad came and grab hold of me and told me to calm down and stop crying. I think I fell asleep after crying for too long. On my father's shoulders.

Basically, that was where it all began, where and how the nightmare began. So ever since, til this very day, I will forever have this strong hatred feeling towards clowns.

I hereby declare that I am afraid of clowns.

Period.