On a very profound conversation with a friend. I have come to realize that people are not just a bunch of emotional faces you see everyday. People have colors. Rizza Marie, one of my dearest friends, I percieve as one of those that readiate pink to the atmosphere. Audrey, another of my dearest friends is soothing turquoise. Myself, pridish blue(if there's such a word...sprung from the word pride). And that friend I was conversating with, Kathleen, one of the rare people that explodes colors like the rainbow. We just knew each other and yet I already consider her as one of my dearest friends.

This lady, due to her rarity is often misunderstood. She's just made up of too many colors than the usual human person. Incomprehensible to a few, unconcievable to most. Strange...mysterious, unknown. It is a fact that humans are scared of what's unchartered. But with our few conversations her true self begins to unfold. And I have come to realize that she had been cruely misjudged. It is undeniable that to men, her pretty face is admirable. If only it is possible for men to see what's deep within, they'd come to see, she is even more beautiful.

Perhaps, she's nothing but an evolved soul. Aged by time and shaped by life. Perhaps that day will come, that all of us may become the beautiful rainbow that she is. But when that day comes, pray that we shall never be shaken by misjudgements like her. Despite the roughness of the world's treatment, she stood untouched and unshattered. Otherwise we shall stay unevolved, and even that one color that we radiate will fade away...fade away to oblivion.

Charing!!!!
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Kaya kumareng Kathleen, stay nice, stay pretty and most of all...STAY CRAZY...like the rainbow that u are...ahahahaahahahah.