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!
To see the rainbow you’ve got to put up with the rain.
I think life isn’t as complicated as we make it out to be. We are constantly looking for answers. But there are no answers, things just happen. The good and the bad. To see the rainbow you’ve got to put up with the rain. It happens, and there is nothing we can do about it. The universe isn’t made up of questions, waiting for us to answer.
Youth in Bamyan, Afghanistan held a sympathy rally for the victims of Japan quake on the 14th of March, 2011. Many marched to the top hill in front of the destroyed Buddha statues and held banners with words of condolence and sympathy messages for the people of Japan.
Being with you is like dancing in the summer rain. It’s like sleeping in my own bed after I’ve been away for too long. It’s like miles of highway stretching out before me, with no other cars in view. It’s like running through sprinklers on a scorching day. It’s like receiving a letter I’ve waited so long for. It’s like finishing a five thousand-piece puzzle. Life’s not perfect, but when you’re with me, it’s pretty damn close.
Learn to let go of the past, and recognize that every day won’t be sunny. And when you find yourself lost in the darkness and despair, Remember it’s only in the black of night that you see the stars. And those stars will lead you back home. So don’t be afraid to make mistakes, To stumble and fall, Because most of the time, the greatest rewards come from doing the things that scare you the most. Maybe you’ll get everything you wish for. And perhaps you won’t. But maybe, just maybe you’ll get more than you ever could have imagined. Who knows where life will take you. The road is long and in the end, the journey is the destination.
I would rather have someone mad at me than disappointed. Because when they’re mad, they eventually forgive you. And when they’re disappointed, they might forgive you but it’s almost impossible for them to look at you the same way again after the shit you pulled. I just hate that look in their eyes where I can tell exactly what they’re thinking. It’s twice as louder than if they were to yell at me at the top of their lungs. That look they give me with no emotion at all. Like not even a half smile, just that “I don’t even know who you are anymore” type of look. That moment when they can’t even stand to look at you in the eye. After a while, you start to become a little disappointed in yourself.
Isn't it strange that no matter how hard we try to forget someone, they actually never leave. There is always one thing that keeps them attached to us like a certain memory or something? Even if we think about them for one small second, we tend to think of all the good times we’ve had, we like to reminisce on the past. It’s those small moments we had that really made me smile, we might not have done anything exciting and memorable, but I remember every single moment we shared together, it was amazing. I felt like I was truly happy, I felt as if it was all complete. I guess what I’m really trying to say is that I miss you, wish you could come back.
Being with you is like dancing in the summer rain. It’s like sleeping in my own bed after I’ve been away for too long. It’s like miles of highway stretching out before me, with no other cars in view. It’s like running through sprinklers on a scorching day. It’s like receiving a letter I’ve waited so long for. It’s like finishing a five thousand-piece puzzle. Life’s not perfect, but when you’re with me, it’s pretty damn close.
You have to get hurt. That’s how you learn. The strongest people out there, the ones who laugh the hardest with a genuine smile, those are the people who have fought the toughest battles. Because they’ve decided that they’re not going to let anything hold them down, they’re showing the world who’s the boss.
I don’t really have a type anymore. If I like someone, then I like someone. Sure, it would be nice to date someone with a fine ass body. Talented enough to impress me in front of a huge crowd. Funny enough to brighten my gloomy days. Charming enough to keep things interesting. Or sweet enough to win my heart. But I really don’t need all of that. I used to set my standards so high that it was almost impossible for someone to reach them. And even if I did find someone that matched up to those standards, my chances of them getting to love me back would be really hard. Rather than looking for the right person, I’m just going to leave it up to fate.
Never apologize for what you feel, it's like saying sorry for being real
People, I won’t say sorry whenever I feel sad or bad. And I think it’s fair enough that I can express it through my blog. It saddens me that some people try to condemn me for feeling what I feel. I’m not happy all the time. I’m just a normal girl and I go through the same stuff that you do. I’m just going through a rough time right now and it takes me a lot of guts to express my sadness especially that this is a “happiness project” in the first place. It’s nice to be an inspiration. And as much as I want to blog only the good things in my life, that will only make me a fake person wouldn't it? So please, spare me.
Life is all about finding out who you really are. First of all, know that you’re not alone. I don’t think there’s a person on this planet who has not, at one point or another, worn a mask to protect who they really are from a potentially difficult experience. The pressure of believing you’re the only one with this problem is half of what makes it seem so impossible to fix. The second step is figuring out what you’re so afraid of by revealing who you really are. It isn’t that you’re wearing a mask all the time, its that you’re putting it on in attempt to keep your therapist out. What you need to understand is that by letting that person in, they can get to the core of whatever else is bothering you. Just be straight up. Its hard, but once you break through that wall, the pressure you feel inside will lift, and you’ll probably cry out every single one of those tears ‘till all you can do is laugh to make up for it. That’s when you know you've done it. Be real, because a mask only fools people on the outside. Pretending to be someone you’re not takes a toll on the real you, and the real you is more important than anyone else.
This is for the ones that didn’t quite get that happyending they wereso surethey had. For those whohad the world, the ones so carelessly left behind,broken,forgotten, replaced. This is for the girls waiting on something,anything morethan what they havebeen left with. Someone to hold, something to love,a reason to live.
The past only has whatever power you give it, life is what you make it and if you want something different from what you have, it’s up to you to make it happen.
After a while, you learn the subtle difference between holding a hand and chaining a soul. You learn that love doesn’t mean leaving and company doesn’t mean security. You begin to learn that kisses aren't contracts and presents aren’t promises. You begin to accept your defeats with your head up and your eyes open, with the grace of an adult, not the grief of a child. You learn to build all your roads on today because tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain for plans. After a while, you learn that even sunshine burns if you get too much. So plant your own garden and decorate your own soul instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers. You learn that you really can endure, that you really are strong, and that you really do have worth. You learn that with every goodbye, there’s a hello.
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