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There’s so much more about this smile. You just don’t know. This is the web portal of a fifteen-year-old feline who grew whiskers and paws. As much as she loves dwelling in her solemn, gloomy little own world – she is also thought to be a nonsensical and ill-mannered child who eats anything but food.

Yo. It’s Rachee.

Rachelle Angeli B. Marañon for short. HAHA. I love purple. I accept friends and comments. I laugh, I love, I shop, I cry. I do everything I want; I’m still young, wild and free. I know my boundaries, mistakes and flaws. I spill secrets. I’m bubbly. I’m not aiming for the perfect me but the better me. I do what’s right or maybe wrong, but I still make of it. I laugh at myself if I did something silly. I can control my temper and everything that should be controlled. Everyone knows that life is crazy but wonderful. It can be unfair, but not at all times. I can be your worst enemy or best friend. I am weird, but not that simple. I have realized something that I should have been realizing earlier, still seeking for true friends and for my knight in shining armour. Patiently waiting and I wish they’ll come sooner or later. I don’t believe at love at first sight, nor at times even at true love. Everyone has an individual ability to make a person happy, and I can make you happy, but sometimes I can make you cry. Some people hate me but I don’t mind them because they’re insecure. I take many pictures. I had swollen my pride; my past memories are still treasured. You are welcome in my heart and I swore I won’t forget you. Keep that curve on your face; keep smiling!

Xoxo,
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♥ Rachee

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12/24/2010

Friday, December 24, 2010

12/24/2010

Let this be our gift

It’s Christmas today. Here I am looking outside the door wondering, what is Christmas anyway? I always hear about Christmas Eve, and the gifts, and Santa Claus. Santa Claus? Oh, the man with the red suit. He was probably nose bleeding because of the cold weather from North pole. Or maybe he became sick of travelling too much.Christmas for us is different. As I turn around from the gaze at the window, I saw mom, dad, my siblings wishing for food. I haven’t taken any food since the morning, and I’m hungry.

I took a glimpse of the kid in that small house. With tears in her eyes, I can see pain, suffering, hopelessness in her heart. She’s so thin, and look at her skin, she’s so dirty. Truly I am blessed to have gifts and food on Christmas, but them, I’m wondering, what do they have this Christmas, and the year that will pass? What is Christmas? What’s the meaning of Christmas. I’m thinking, but nothing comes in my mind.

Christmas for others is about Santa Claus, and things we desperately want. But for others, Christmas is about something more. HOPE- hope to live, hope to survive from all the pain, hope from Jesus- the true essence of Christmas; the reason why we celebrate this day; the baby that was born on a manger, not a hospital or a palace; the man who died for us so we can have an everlasting life. Jesus is about something more- grace, which we desperately need. If only there would be a day with no more tears, no more pain, and no more fears, what do you think Christmas would be like. For now, less than half are having fun this season, and others? They are lying on the ground, with flies around and insects climbing, waiting, waiting, and waiting for more. Think of it. Lend a hand, pray, and let’s wish them a Merry CHRISTmas- keeping in our hearts Jesus and God’s children.

Labels: Christmas

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