Yay, so we will find a pot of gold soon?

Nope. I haven’t get the novel. Yet.

This evening, when sun goes down, I came out from my house. The light of sun is dimmed. But instead of dark, the light is .. I don’t know what we call the colour. It’s like I wore a colour spectacle. Instead of green, the grass is purple. Instead of brown, the soil is red.

Old saying that it’s a rainbow (and it was told by someone older than me). Since I have not seen rainbow for a long time, I was looking around. But there’s no sign of it. So I asked him, where? He said that I won’t see that colours. Because I’m in it.

I’m in rainbow. Real rainbow. Waaaawww…..

What am I feeling right now?

Awkward. Real awkward, because I see things not in its colour. Voices so pale like I will be faint.

If I want to get a pot of gold I must be enter the rainbow first. So what is the feeling in the rainbow of writing?

I will let you know, when I’m into it.

Soon. I hope.