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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,
Gossip Girl

♥ Rachee

cyber diary

4/05/2012

Thursday, April 5, 2012

4/05/2012

Sparks Fly

There is something I like about holding hands. Especially done unexpectedly. Like walking and suddenly he grabs your hand so he can get closer to you, or just make sure you’re close by. I always notice the little details about everything. Like the first time someone tries to hold your hand, and he looks at you. There’s always something about that stare. I don’t know but it’s just a fleeting moment. Like the whole universe conspired for your hands to intertwined. Not to be melodramatic or anything. I just like holding hands, and I want to put into words how lovely it feels. And I failed. I can’t write about it, I can’t find the right words to explain how you made me feel the first time you tried holding my hand, even though it was for a brief second, I just want you to know that I remembered, especially how you made me feel.

Labels: drama, love, spark

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