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!
There I was sitting alone waiting for the rainbow. Everybody was looking forward to the upcoming storm like it’s the next best thing. It’s a legitimate excuse not to go to work or school, because storm is coming. Regardless, I always look forward to seeing rainbow.
Drinking my cup of chocolate, checking whether some of my internet ads worked for me and looking at everyone and wondering what they’re thinking. You know the amazing thing about caring for the right things, is not caring about the wrong things. I know, maybe you had that one figured out early.
I like looking at people, besides the fact that I love smiling at them. You know it’s so hard to fake happiness when people are so accustomed to your smile. I like looking at strangers, maybe because I just like looking at things. I know that’s weird but I want you know that I have good intentions with it.
I want to write something about someone but I can’t put into words how I’m going to describe him to you. And I don’t intend to describe him in a physical way, because I’m not that type of girl. I’ll just describe how he makes me feel. You ever felt that sudden care for someone, regardless whether he cares for you the same way. You just want to care for him and let him know you genuinely feel that way. So that if the time comes when he feels like nobody cares, he’ll remember you. I see a consistency on people nowadays feeling like that. And it’s sad because I care a lot and if I can just give a little piece of my care to everyone, I hope nobody ever feels that way, again.
I guess it’s been a while since I’ve written to you. I apologize for my poor sentence construction but the rain is making me feel melodramatic and I feel like writing.
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