tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34906362883144032024-03-21T01:49:20.609-07:00Princesse de BonheurConchita http://www.blogger.com/profile/14547117799074624451noreply@blogger.comBlogger50125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490636288314403.post-79346082023852226362017-12-20T02:11:00.002-08:002017-12-20T02:11:57.835-08:00A New Start: Hello, Conchita<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Conchita here! I am so happy to announce that my new blog is finally open and there are already <a href="https://helloconchita.com/2017/12/20/starting-hijaber-blogger-hijab-woman-inspiring-life-fashion/" target="_blank">two</a>, <a href="https://helloconchita.com/2017/12/20/advice-tips-new-high-schoolers-school/" target="_blank">new </a>posts ready to read. Thank you to everyone who have followed me until now and I hope will follow me on my new beginning. I am really excited to post all my writings there so be sure to check <a href="http://helloconchita.com/" target="_blank">Hello, Conchita</a> out!</div>
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Conchita http://www.blogger.com/profile/14547117799074624451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490636288314403.post-79492473752917020912017-12-08T10:44:00.001-08:002017-12-08T11:01:18.719-08:00Moving to a New Site!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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It's now junior - 11th grader - Conchita writing. I have come to write that I will be changing blogs in a few days or maybe after final exams! I have always been thinking and thinking about this blog: believe it or not. But, I realized that I really do love writing and do not want to just abandon this tradition that I started. From now on, instead of writing for writing (if that even makes ANY sense) I want to write about my thoughts, ideas, opinions on different topics. Or really just anything that comes to mind. I think that was the hardest thing to overcome: not knowing what to write. Now, I have found and experienced many more things to write about. I believe it's important to give myself this type of opportunity; to let myself reflect on who I was and who I can become as years go by. So, that's it! The next and last post here will be about my new site and its link (hopefully right away after I survive through finals). </div>
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Conchita http://www.blogger.com/profile/14547117799074624451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490636288314403.post-75478394371015663592016-11-12T05:30:00.000-08:002016-11-12T05:32:05.462-08:00My Writing: All in Two<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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This was the letter I gave for my parents on my mother's birthday: October 22, 2016.<br />
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: "times new roman"; font-style: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #cccccc;">As I grew up, I enjoyed school more than home even though I wasn’t necessarily good at school those times. You told me to work harder, to study better. I didn’t listen. I rebelled.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: "times new roman"; font-style: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #cccccc;">Years passed by, I learned lessons on my own; bullying, hurt, and more. I started to enjoy home. At the wrong time. These days when I’m at home, I’m not at home. I’m surrounded by the walls of my room, the mountain of homework and study. I work hard for you, though.</span></span></div>
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Conchita http://www.blogger.com/profile/14547117799074624451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490636288314403.post-11196792203320881222016-11-12T05:24:00.004-08:002016-11-12T05:31:49.756-08:00My Writing: Elizabeth I Poem<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #cccccc; font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">A powerful Protestant was she but a powerful Catholic her cousin, </span></div>
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Conchita http://www.blogger.com/profile/14547117799074624451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490636288314403.post-60048840317041202222016-10-03T03:06:00.003-07:002016-10-03T03:07:47.000-07:00My Writing: Stacey's World<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #cccccc; font-family: "times new roman"; font-style: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Stacey had always been curious about boys. She was now entering her junior year, but, unlike her peers, she played it safe and avoided getting into relationships. Her mom constantly told her that once she fell in love, she won’t be able to focus anymore. And because of that, Stacey never understood the jittery and fluttery feelings her friends always talked about. Their words were bizarre to her. She would always chuckle at their chitchat. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #cccccc; font-family: "times new roman"; font-style: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">But there was one guy she was curious about: Mark. Since the 8th grade, she caught him stealing a few glances at her which made her flustered and confused. She shrugged it off that time. But as they grew older, she watched as the good, old puppy love turned to obsessiveness. Whenever she smiled directly at him, he would snap his head back to look away, but she could always catch a quick glimpse of his delighted expression. At these kinds of times, she looked down to smile to herself. What exactly was she to him?</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #cccccc; font-family: "times new roman"; font-style: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">She sighed as she situated herself in her seat for her first class as a junior. She looked around the classroom to see her classmates talking and mingling about. It was good to see them again. It was not long after she felt the warmth of someone taking their place next to her, she turned around to see who it was. Mark. She was just about to turn away, when he began to speak.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #cccccc; font-family: "times new roman"; font-style: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Did you have a good summer?” he asked.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #cccccc; font-family: "times new roman"; font-style: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">She smiled to herself. She was actually happy to hear his voice again. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #cccccc;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: "times new roman"; font-style: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: "times new roman"; font-style: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Yeah, I had a lot of fun.” she hesitated, asking herself if she really wanted to continue the conversation or not. After some thought she asked, “How about you?”</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #cccccc;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: "times new roman"; font-style: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: "times new roman"; font-style: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Stacey watched as his eyes gleamed with excitement. When she thought about it, she realizes that she’s never paid attention to him this close. He was charming and she loved how he was always smiling. She found that attractive about him.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #cccccc; font-family: "times new roman"; font-style: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“It could not have been better. I got a job at McDonald’s, and I bought a car.” he answered.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #cccccc; font-family: "times new roman"; font-style: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“No way!” she exclaimed.</span></div>
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<span style="text-align: justify;">During 9th Grade year, a freshman of high school, I stepped up to perform alone in the High School Talent Show. (This was January 21, 2016). My mom originally recommended me to sing but, at that time like all other times, I have no clue about the most recent, not cheesy western songs. I've been sticking to Kpop and will probably always be. </span></div>
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Coincidentally, during the winter break, I pushed myself to learn the choreography to what was back then, a new rookie group! The lovely and cute ladies of TWICE! I learned the choreography to their debut song, "Like Ooh-Ahh" in three days. So I proposed to my mom, "Hey, mom. How about I dance?" And she agreed with me in a second. Haha, "dare to be different" she always says. And there I was. Standing on stage and performing a cute and foreign song to many of the other high schoolers and teachers. </div>
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All the other performers that late afternoon picked too much of a serious song or topic to perform and I was glad to lighten up the mood in the middle of the show. I was next after one of the singers who sang a sad song and as I walked up on stage and looked at the people watching me, there was a sort of down vibe throughout the hall. So I said, "Hi! Please smile! I'm here to brighten up the show!" Which got me a few laughs and of course, smiles.</div>
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Conchita http://www.blogger.com/profile/14547117799074624451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490636288314403.post-48826284770762083872016-09-30T12:14:00.000-07:002016-09-30T22:33:56.374-07:00My Cover of Gravity!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="text-align: left;">September 24th, 2016. Singer Conchita Isdiawan, made her come back on stage as a solo singer, singing a shortened version cover of Sara Bareilles's Gravity.</span></div>
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Now. It would be a sad, short post if I left it at that. So, I'll answer the question(s), how did I pick this song and why I picked it. Sit down, grab your popcorn, because it's a long story. No. Actually it's a short and sweet one. Ever since September of last year, I've been interested in this pre-debut group, called PLEDIS Girlz (as of now). But as they got more introduced more officially and publicly and I got to see more of them, that interest became love and admiration for them. </div>
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So the story is, these ten girls (well eight because the other two were busy with their project group, IOI but that's another story) have been performing at their own, small concerts to showcase their more of their talents before they debut. One of these girls happened to cover Gravity as her solo song, her name is Jung Eunwoo (Eunwoo Jung). My favorite girl out of the group, a precious and talented angel she is. I was so amazed by her voice in her cover, I got emotional. That was when I told myself, "This is it. This is the song I'm going sing in my 10th Grade year, somewhere, somehow." </div>
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Right after I finished watching her cover and wiped some tears off my face, I ran to my mom. I showed it to her and she immediately loved the song too. </div>
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While singing gravity that day, I thought to myself, "I'm singing this for my mom, my family, and of course Jung Eunwoo."</div>
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Conchita http://www.blogger.com/profile/14547117799074624451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490636288314403.post-82114317104916968922016-09-30T11:38:00.001-07:002016-10-01T00:32:33.867-07:00Hi, It's Been A Year<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<p> Hi, It's Conchita! It's been so long since I've posted sorry about that! High School has really been something, I tell you. I've passed 9th Grade successfully! I am now in my 10th Grade, a sophomore of high school. I can't even believe it still. Time just keeps passing by so quick, it makes me scared. It was just yesterday I turned 12 and now I'm turning 15 in five days, FIVE DAYS. </div>
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<p> This is just an update post so...let me tell you some updates! I feel a little more comfortable in high school now (ok joke but let's say I am), so I'm joining clubs about things I really love to do! Writing, sewing, and photography! This year, I have no PE classes whatsoever which makes me sad. But my schedule is already packed with classes, I guess it makes sense. For an alternative, I'm attending an after school activity for girls who want to have fun and work out. </div>
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<p> I'm not someone who is all about taking pictures of myself but I swear I still look the same as I did two years - maybe even three years ago. So, there's no picture I could share of myself right now. In fact I haven't taken a so-called selfie since like September of 2015. </div>
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<p> And now. About posting. If I'm not so stressed, finish all my homework early, I might be posting a generous amount here again. On top of that, since I am in writing club and have joined the high school newspaper team, I might post some of my works from there too! Oh. Also I might share my photography and sewing masterpieces haha.</div>
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Conchita http://www.blogger.com/profile/14547117799074624451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490636288314403.post-41953404406441426762015-09-25T02:31:00.002-07:002015-09-25T02:34:56.038-07:00Eid Mubarak! & My Friends #3<div style="text-align: justify;">
Yesterday it was Eid! I had to wake up at 4:00 AM and shower. Always fun. This blogpost will be fun! Finally! Let's all just give out a big sigh of relief. Because man did I go all out talking about the future. Haha. </div>
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Well, after we all got dressed up and looked on point we headed to the Embassy of Indonesia which is located here in Oman. But of course, when you and your fam be looking good, your mom asks you to take a family picture. Here is the result.</div>
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Pretty nice, right? The boys be twinning. Anyway of course the embassy is already filled with lots of people and of course I had to trip on a microphone in front of the whole girl/women area of the embassy. The men/boy area was on the first floor while we (the girls) had to go upstairs in a very crowded, but big room. I barely knew ANYONE there but then I see a familiar face, my best of the bestest friend Uni! I was so happy, it's been so long since (we saw each other a lot of times before the summer started) we last saw each other. We've only been chatting through snapchat, that's all. But then I see that she gestures someone from behind her to follow her, a new girl! Yay a new person I can be friends with! The three of us sat down in a triangle formation so we could look at each other's faces. </div>
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Uni: SEVENTEEN. SEVENTEEN.</div>
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Me: Yes. </div>
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Uni: This is Alya, she likes them too. Oh, she likes the same guy you do!</div>
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Me: Yaaaaaassss. Wonwoo?</div>
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Alya: Wonwoo.</div>
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Our conversation was filled with so much laughter and giggling. Can I just say that that was one of the most happiest moments I have ever had while finding a new friend. Uni has always been my best friend, a friend that was totally like me. Since I don't know 2005? Since we were four? It's been so long! But as we grew up, the times we could spend together grew shorter. We are so alike. *inserting old photo of us together and most recent photo*</div>
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We are friends who grew up together and who will stay together. Why was it one of the most happiest moments for me meeting a new friend and seeing Uni again? Let's focus on Uni first. Uni and I have always liked different things. I was more into the girly and cute style when finding outfits while she was into more grunge and chic. While she was more into the western culture - the 80's and everything western. I was into Korean culture - dramas, clothes, styles. But recently she tried out just watching one video of SEVENTEEN, a group. And she instantly fell in love. I, on the other hand, weren't really into them until Uni persuaded me to watch them. And then I was caught, I was drawn to them. Now, we fangirl over them together. Such a beautiful story. </div>
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Now over to Alya. We have never met each other although, Alya and Uni have been friends as long as Uni and I have been friends. She was also a SEVENTEEN fan and we have the same bias, Wonwoo. We could relate to each other so easily! Uni had another bias, Vernon, who she thought was the most handsome. Alya and I be in the corner like, "nahhhh mannnn, Wonwoo is life." Because we bonded over SEVENTEEN, we could understand each other and everything! It felt like we were friends for a long time. We talked about anything and everything. Things like this never happen to me so easily that's why I was so happy. Let me tell you, we have been snapchatting non-stop with each other. </div>
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The three of us had the best time together. We were laughing and talking so much that my mom was like "what are you guys talking about?" Which leads me to tell you about a short conversation we had with my mom.</div>
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Mom: Uni, how are you?</div>
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Uni: Good, tante (how we politely call a mom).</div>
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Mom: You're growing so much, you probably have a boyfriend right?</div>
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Uni: OMG yes I do. I have like four!</div>
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Alya and I were basically the experts in Korean culture; me from 2012 and Alya from 2013. Uni was a new beginner. She tried saying some Korean words that were essential - the things that most of the celebrities in Korea say. Alya and I just looked at each other and shook our heads because she needed some practice. Uni always noticed us when we shook our heads in disapproval and we received a "I'm new okay? I just got into it a few days ago." And we all laughed together.</div>
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Because with me being in an American international school where people only look at the western side of things, it's hard to find people who love the same things I do. I was just so happy to find people I could relate with, it will forever stay in my heart as one of the most happiest moments in my life.<br />
I hope I can meet them again! Because we had so much fun together.</div>
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Well, hello again! I couldn't post yesterday because my family and I took a road trip and I had no access to a computer or internet at that matter. So, here is my promised post that will answer the questions from my last blogpost, "What My Summers Will Look Like". I know that most of my recent posts have become too serious and everything. But that's the reality when you finally have your mind set into a path that you are creating. When you want it, you go for it. And its unquenchable. You want to know how to get there faster and how to do more to reach your destination.</div>
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Stanford University and University of Texas - Austin are from my list of dream schools, basically two of the schools that I want to apply for college. What?! Yeah, I'm aware that Stanford has a very low percentage at admissions, that's why I am trying so hard and doing my best in school. And not just in school, everywhere else and in anything else I do. Since we are in the topic of dream school, the other schools I am looking at to apply are Texas A&M University, University of Southern California, Pennsylvania State University, and University of Tulsa. Although things could change, Stanford, Texas - Austin, Southern California, and Texas A&M are going to stay in my list. For sure.</div>
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What exactly do I want to study? Engineering. More specifically petroleum engineering which really focuses on science, geology, mathematics. Some of the most disliked subjects by students because they're hard. But I really enjoy the two subjects, I really do. The colleges I am researching and picked have some of the best schools for engineering, that's why I picked them. Throughout high school I will be challenging myself to take all the hard classes that can give me the knowledge that I need to become a petroleum engineer. And of course, I will try to gain knowledge outside of school too. I am planning to get a Master's degree in Petroleum Engineering.</div>
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Why petroleum engineering? It's funny because I have always dreamed of becoming a doctor, a surgeon. Because helping people while working was always nice. But then, when I researched what the reality of the process of becoming a surgeon was really like, I backed up from that dream. Plus blood was not something I could look at so easily without feeling dizzy. And the years of learning was too long for a female, in my opinion. My inspiration to become a petroleum engineer was my very own dad. Who himself is a petroleum engineer. "He lives a good life and enjoys his work, maybe I should try that." I researched about petroleum engineering one day, and I liked the idea of me one day becoming one. I always had an interest in creating, making, and testing things, so...it's a good match! Energy is used and wanted everywhere in the world, I want to help to maintain it, find it, and conserve it. So there isn't too much nor too little of it. It could give me a new way of looking at our world. I just really like to think of the world scientifically and mathematically, it's really amazing when you finally use all the knowledge you got in school in the real world. In real situations, in real time. </div>
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I'm preparing myself and trying to understand that this upcoming summer (Summer 2016) will be my last summer of being able to stay in Indonesia and meet my big family. Generally, it will be my last summer of being able to do nothing and just watch K-Dramas or just relax. Because I am planning to travel all the way to America during the summers of 2017, 2018, and by 2019 I will be in America getting ready to go to school/college. Yes, I am planning to apply to universities in America. And I know that it will be hard, that I have competitors beside me, but I will thrive to be different and to do my best in everything that I do. </div>
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Even for this summer, Summer 2016, I will be applying to take online courses from the high school online program from the University of Texas - Austin (hint, hint). I will be taking a good amount of different subjects but mostly, math and science. And I just want to thank the other parts of my family all the way in Indonesia for helping me find different internships that I can apply for. Honestly, all the new stuff that's being thrown at me doesn't make me feel burdened at all. I'm really excited to experience new things and explore the world. I believe that I will be taking Pre-SAT courses starting January of next year. I am fully aware that the SATs have been changed in some ways to fit what we, as students, really need for college and career. I have also purchased a huge book about the new SAT by The College Board, I have already started reading. It really helps. So that's what I am going to do for preparing for college in 2016.</div>
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Then for the Summer of 2017, I will be applying to go to the summer program in University of Texas - Austin. And yes, it actually means I have to go to the school campus. Even though, we still have a fairly, long amount of time to start thinking about it. My parents and I have already planned and for now, they are suggesting that they will come with me. While I stay in the school campus, they will just be there exploring and meeting me from time to time. We are also thinking about applying for internships in America, because the program only lasts for about a month. And to be able to do that, I need to keep my grades high. Since, Grade 10 is the time we take the Pre-SAT test, I will still be taking the SAT courses throughout the school year to keep my knowledge and to be able to score high.</div>
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Summer of 2018 will be an interesting one. I will be traveling to America to participate to yet another college. This one's a prestigious college, Stanford University (hint, hint). Now, I know that even for just applying to go for the summer program will take a lot of hard work. They ask for SAT scores (if you have done it), an essay about one of the two topics they let you choose from, teacher/counselor recommendations, your transcripts, and a few others. I am really excited for the future to come although, I don't want to grow up. And if I have time left, I will be applying for internships and working in America until my time there is over (when my parents call me back home).</div>
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And by Summer of 2019, I will be accepted to my choice of colleges and already have picked which one I will be attending to get my major in. But of course, that does not mean I can relax. No, no, no. I will be using up my summer to gain knowledge of my career and how work will actually look like. Yes, you got it. Internships. Again. Because knowledge and being able to be ready of what to face in the future is important.</div>
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By now, you're probably thinking, "what is she planning to be? What does she want to major in? What ARE her dreams? What dream is making her so excited for her future? Stanford University? University of Texas -Austin?" Well folks, you better stay in touch for more! I will be posting about the questions above soon!</div>
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So...How do you like it? It's a pretty huge change from what it was before, at least I think so. Thanks to my Digital Media class, I have more knowledge in making better edits to put on my blog! Now, I don't think this will be the end of me trying to make my blog more better, it's just the beginning. I know what I said before, "that I won't be able to start updating the look until a few weeks", but when you have a lot of determination in you, you try everything to do it right at that moment. And that's what I had. I took about five hours straight trying to figure out how I could process all my ideas for the new design onto my blog. And ta-da! Okay sure, it's not really a makeover that I did ALL by myself, I give credit to any of the owners of the pictures. </div>
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Ever since I finished my first project in Digital Media class, I was always thinking about putting my work onto the blog! And finally, I am doing it! Digital Media class is a course where we, the students, get to learn and/or improve our skills in editing photos on Photoshop. It's been fun but sometimes the complexity of the instructions given to us can be quite frustrating. So before I show my completed products, I will give an explanation about each project first. </div>
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The first project was an overall easy project to do, although I had to restart the whole process about five or six times. All we had to do was find a picture that fits the "rule of thirds" and put a wordle about yourself on it, consisting of at least twenty words. But the trick is, you have to make a good contrast between the words and the pictures. And some of the wordle designing websites were really bad at helping us do that, hence the reason why I had to restart my whole project five times.</div>
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The second project was a fun and hilarious project. We were given three random-generated websites that gave each of us random passages that either became our album name or band name. And then we were also given a website that gave us random pictures to use as our album cover. We were to create an album. I admit that my Photoshoping skills are probably really bad, but I am very satisfied with my result.</div>
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The most latest project we did before taking our Eid break (which is currently happening right now), was called the "3Me". We had to take three separate photos of ourselves in the same location while telling a story or a sequence between the pictures without overlapping. We then combined the three pictures through Photoshop using the masking tool, that lets you make a part of a picture appear or disappear. Using the colors white and black, black for disappearing and white to be able to make the photo appear. I can't wait for improving and developing new skills on Photoshop throughout this semester! So keep looking forward for more of my edits!</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06891635698150309329noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490636288314403.post-87675283395900898882015-09-21T02:12:00.001-07:002015-09-22T02:29:23.703-07:00New Look Coming Soon!<div style="text-align: justify;">
Alright, so...I am in the process of planning out how my blog will look. I won't be able to update the new stuff until a few more weeks because right now, the computer I'm using just can't process really well. I've been trying to update the banner for this blog, but it keeps deleting it and just wiping all of my data. All of it. I will be also trying to blog and post more here! Look out for new stuff on "Princesse de Bonheur"!</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06891635698150309329noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490636288314403.post-49266495269842019162015-09-19T08:05:00.000-07:002015-09-22T02:30:41.248-07:00High School & Goals Ahead<div style="text-align: justify;">
It's that transition from I-don't-need-to-care-about-my-grades to grades are life and everything I will have to think about. High School. At least for some people. And of course, many other things go into your success in high school. Extra-curricular activities, SAT scores, the things you do outside of school, and many more. Passion and goals. And that's what I have in me now. </div>
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Walking through school everyday on a daily basis made me start to really think about my peers, what do they think school is for? What keeps them going? Their dreams? Friends? Who knows. There are many of them who don't think too much about what they are doing. "All I know is that I have to get As and ace my classes," said one of my friends. But I don't think that actually makes them successful - if it does than well, I was stating my opinion.</div>
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I truly believe that when you have a dream you want to catch, you become more diligent and focused on your tasks. "High school is a place where you start to find yourself," they say. Sure, of course it is. But I see flaws in the way some of my fellow peers interpret those words, they pick too many classes they like and try to stay away from the harder classes that are given to us as choices. But when you have a dream, something you're passionate about - you are able to plan ahead, to search for which colleges/universities you dream of going to, find out how to apply. No dreams are impossible, you're the one that just has to try and make it possible for yourself. </div>
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I asked my friend the other day, "what college or university do you want to go to?" </div>
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And she replied, "Cambridge." </div>
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Sometimes I want to give my friends a long lecture about finding themselves early in their high school year so that, when it's time to apply to their colleges, they don't get too stressed out. I'm 13, a "freshman" in high school and I have already researched my top six colleges. If you asked me what I want to major in, I would already have the answer. I have already looked at what SATs are and signing up for courses near my house. No dreams are impossible when you put your time and effort to catch them. There's no more relaxing, do-nothing summers ever again for me. My relaxing summer times are done. Because I'm curious and want to be ahead and take online courses, do internships, do community services and help people, and join summer schools. Instead of feeling burdened, I'm actually ecstatic for the summers to come. Not because of no school but because of being able to use the free time to be more educated and experienced about the world outside of school. </div>
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I think its amazing when we learn new things, our brains start to change the way we think. Like the time when I was introduced to Physics, my mind was blown. When I was in the car with my family, all my mind could think about was the speed of the car and how we were actually going as fast as the car. Momentum, velocity, speed, those words stuck to me when I moved or when I saw someone/something else move. Education can do you good.</div>
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To end this, I will be using a physics quote, "an object in motion stays in motion unless an unbalanced force is applied to it." The object is your dreams/goals, effort, motivation, and passion. The unbalanced force is you. </div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06891635698150309329noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490636288314403.post-85084553462863989882015-08-27T22:26:00.002-07:002015-09-22T02:28:50.536-07:00Summer is Over! High School! <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I have just finished the first week of high school! I'm not gonna lie, I was super terrified but because my friends were there I felt in peace. New teachers, new environment, so many new things. It's pretty overwhelming but that's just how life works. Hahaha. We were at the top - the kings and queens of middle school and now we're the little, innocent babies of high school. "The Freshmen" as they call it. But you know what? I'm sticking to calling my self a "ninth - grader", I feel younger that way. Because when you put aside my age and grade, I am still a little girl at heart.</div>
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When I first came to school everything seemed new, it felt like I was going into a new school. Boys grew taller, the teacher's faces were new to me, new students, the upper - classmen were everywhere. I was terrified but I did not cry or anything. Which reminds me of the time when I was going to middle school for the first time, I was so overwhelmed of my surrounding that I just burst into tears. Yeah...that won't ever happen again. </div>
I am really looking forward to an awesome school year! Don't look at school as a place of torture, look at it like it's a place where new beginnings start and thousands of opportunities come! <br />
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Hey again! Just thought that I needed to post more about my last-weeks-of-eighth-grade school life. Science has been fun but at the same time, pretty hard. Because we have to think about our roller coasters AND about our learning of physics. I am really into physics, I don't know, but it's really fascinating to me. I now think of every single movement in the way of physics. But let's put that all aside, for now. </div>
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Next class, I hope to finish the first parts of our roller coaster. Yes, we have done building it but what I mean by finishing it, is that if we try it with the marble it will go through successfully. I also hope to finish the background we are planning to decorate to show more of the theme of our roller coaster. And to start planning out our presentation and what we want to say.<br />
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Tape is a wonderful tool for these types of projects, but sometimes it can be pretty hard to deal with. But we shall talk about the good things tape can do for us. First of all, there are lots of kind of tape that are unique to their use. For example, you've got sticky tape, you've got double-sided tape, duct tape, washy tape, clear tape, and so many more. And they all come in good use. Tape unlike glue, is easy to peel off when you think that something just doesn't work out on where you put your tape. If you needed something to stick on a wall, it would be hard to stick it on with glue. A, I don't think it will be easy. B, I don't think that's a good idea to stick something on a public wall with glue. <br />
Now to the cons of tape. When you use tape, you can clearly see it. And sometimes, it's not a very pretty view. Unless, you find out a way to use tape without showing signs of it. Then, you've got the biggest struggle of using tape. It's sticky. I mean real sticky. It gets stuck to your fingers, if you don't be careful from that happening, it leads to the tape becoming uglier. You know, when the tape sticks to itself and sometimes we all just get too lazy to get another roll of tape? Of course you know. <br />
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Too much energy has caused our marble to fly off our roller coaster track before it even stops at where we finished building. We had to remake our first hill over three times to make it work. But that's ok, because mistakes that we make become lessons that we learn. Too little energy has made our marble to not be able to make it through two loops. We always have to be able to measure and make sure we aren't giving too much or too little energy. So, that our marble can go through successfully.<br />
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Newton's 1st Law states that <em>an object at rest stays at rest and an object in motion stays in motion unless, an unbalanced force is acted upon it</em>. The very first evidence of this law on our project is when we first let go of the marble at the very first hill. That's when the marble is at rest and then we, our hands let it go which means we are the unbalanced force that put the marble in motion. And when the marble is at motion, there's no way to stop it, so if it falls out of the track, it falls out until an obstacle or if friction starts to get in its way. It's amazing to think about every movement, every motion in the way of science. It's really, really amazing. Seriously.<br />
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All in all, I think I'm pretty proud of my project AND of course, my teammates. The project is going well, and I just hope that it won't stress out any of my teammates. And that we can be each other's support when we need it. It looks plain for now, but let me warn you, it will steal the eyes of lots of people. Preferably children. And me. Haha.<br />
We are really excited about how our roller coaster might look like, we have just started to decorate and put in the fun stuff to customize our roller coasters. A frustration I have is that sometimes our roller coasters just doesn't work out, and there have been times when we had to destroy what we did to somehow make our roller coaster work. Basically the frustration is mainly the building of the roller coaster and the self-learning of this big unit. But I think I am handling it pretty well, by staying in for lunch to build, doing the worksheets and required learning early, and spending a lot of time to piece this project together.</div>
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Conchita http://www.blogger.com/profile/14547117799074624451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490636288314403.post-74308935760002313782015-05-22T11:33:00.002-07:002015-09-25T02:25:15.011-07:00My Friends & I #2<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I haven't been active with the "My Friends & I" series on my blog! But here it is, it is back! Yes! Alright. We have had a concert, a party, and a hang out after school together. Which means we totally took squad photos! So here they come!</div>
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Conchita http://www.blogger.com/profile/14547117799074624451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490636288314403.post-34183025816324234962015-05-22T11:19:00.001-07:002015-05-22T11:47:42.781-07:00Summer is Around the Corner! #WHYBD<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Summer is around the corner for me! June 9th! But hold up, that means I would be an official 9th Grader. Yeah, I'm one of those typical, innocent girl who's scared of going up to high school. But do you know what kind of girl I still will be? A girl who never gives up even when things get hard on her. Oh, and I will never lose my happiness or my caring heart (because somehow, some high schoolers lose that). Cause I have my family who is always there for me!</div>
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What shall I talk about first...? Have you seen Pitch Perfect 2?! I have with my brother who sadly look like he is older than me but he's not. It was amazing! There was much more humor in this movie than the first one. And all the mash-ups and soundtracks were very well put together. The next movie(s) I'm anticipating is Minions, Jurassic World, and Inside Out. <br />
Also, also. I will be maybe posting a new "My Writing" episode(?) Maybe. If I have the time in summer to type up a good story! I have had this in my mind for a long time. I think the sound of vlogging is cool to me. Like I've been watching Aspyn Ovard and vlogbby11 on YouTube, they always have so much fun vlogging. I have the perfect camera already...so I don't know. Maybe I could start that! You know, make my summer more interesting! But maybe...I'm too young? Let's see, let's see.<br />
Well, school has been pretty tough on me lately. I have a speech, two video projects, a roller coaster project (if you want to find out more go to my other blog), and on top of all of that, I have tests and final assessments. Oh, and homework. Don't forget the homework. I know, I know there must be people out there who are dealing or who have dealt with worse. So, that's why I am not going to make a big deal out of it. <br />
Oh my god. How could I forget?! Before I went to Space Camp, I went to Japan with my family! I had to skip like two weeks of school but, it was all worth it. We saw cherry blossoms, some sakuras, Mount Fiji, went to DisneySea, Universal Studios, LOTS of shopping, and so much more. Should I upload some pictures? Yes? No? Maybe so? We'll see! I'll be posting a lot!</div>
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That's what I've been doing lately...how about you?</div>
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Conchita http://www.blogger.com/profile/14547117799074624451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490636288314403.post-66519925715281340432015-05-22T11:07:00.001-07:002015-09-22T02:21:23.707-07:00Space Camp<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Haha. It's been a long time. And...the pictures and videos I'm going to post are from like, March. These pictures are from Space Camp, basically an optional trip to Turkey to learn more about space and astronomy and cool stuff like that. It was pretty stressful (cause of all the homework I had to do, and all the classes I missed) but, I got through it. Yay me! *one person awkwardly claps* Anyway...Let's get to it! </div>
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Conchita http://www.blogger.com/profile/14547117799074624451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490636288314403.post-732266805019254932015-01-16T20:47:00.001-08:002015-09-22T02:32:17.158-07:00Face To Face<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Yo, guys! It's been a while since I have last posted. Happy New Year! I am mad at myself for not posting ever since November. But, hello, good day! How are you all? I am going to be traveling to Abu Dhabi to go to the MS Fine Arts Festival on the 28th of January! Even though its so close to where I live (Oman), I am still really excited! It's my first time going somewhere out of Oman without my family. I'm gonna miss them of course but, it is still a great opportunity for me! Anyway...Let's get on to the art!</div>
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For our first project, we all did a contour-self portrait drawing of ourselves. We had to draw our classmates and they got to draw us, too. We then had to pick out which one we thought could be appropriate and fitting for our final piece. We practiced our color and value on our spare drawings, to make sure we don't mess up. We then stuck both of our final drawing on to a big piece of black paper with glue. The purpose of our project was so we could practice on value, shape, line, and color. That is why we have two different drawings of ourselves. One that can clearly show color and another one that mainly focuses on value. </div>
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I felt successful with my first project because, I think that I did a good job of bringing out the value for the picture on the right. Even though it does not have any color, the one in the right stands out more than the one on the left. Some of the patterns can show depth in them and even though some patterns are repeated, there are many different ones if you really look closely. I am also proud of this project because of the colors And how I used them. They aren't really close to each other in the color wheel but, they show unity and actually look like they fit with each other.</div>
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Conchita http://www.blogger.com/profile/14547117799074624451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490636288314403.post-80535503326084095132014-11-28T20:59:00.000-08:002014-11-28T20:59:03.652-08:00#WHYBD 3<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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YO, YO, YO! I can't believe its almost a new upcoming year! Why is this school year going on too fast?! Anyway, school report cards are going to be given soon! I'm so scared but at the same time excited. Because, I believe, that I have done very good this trimester. Well...have I told you yet that I'm accepted for the MS Fine Arts Invitational? I probably have...don't remember though. I'm excited for that too. I'm just blabbering about random stuff right now. Sorry 'bout that.</div>
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I'm in eighth grade which means...next year is my first year in high school! I have friends in high school and they talk about how stressful it is, how scary, how unusual, etc. Then, they ask what grade I am in again and they'll be like..."Oh, right...you're in eighth grade. I am so sorry! Don't worry, high school is so much fun though." Well, thanks, after scaring my guts out. I just hope people won't...notice me? But I can't. I have the guts to come to school wearing cat and bunny ears on normal days, I will totally not be noticed. *sarcasm* On the first day, I'll be like "help meeeeeeeee! Don't leave me moommmyyy!" Plus, I'll still be 13 in my first months in high school, how lovely. I have enough drama going on in my life in eighth grade. The next thing I need in high school is attention. But no matter what happens, I hope that I won't change so much that I will ignore my parents or my brothers. You know, that stereo-typical thing that happens to teenagers when they start to "grow older?" Yeah, that.</div>
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Throughout this weekend, I have went shopping, eating at the beach. That's all. And we're going to go shopping again today! By 'we', I mean my family. What Have You Been Doing?! </div>
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Conchita http://www.blogger.com/profile/14547117799074624451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490636288314403.post-85683438350882208712014-11-18T22:10:00.001-08:002015-09-22T02:28:22.234-07:00November Pick Ups!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Yo, yo, yo! Hello! It's time for #pickups again! I have not done this for a long time! But here I am with a new #pickups episode! Next week is the last week of the first trimester. Like, what? How? Didn't school start like three weeks ago? What? So...my long weekend is packed with studying for my Science and Algebra 1 tests. I have so much homework, I'm not gonna lie. But...I finished them all so I could post a new post for you! Tomorrow and the next day and the day after that day, will all be dedicated to studying. BUT I will make another time to post another post for you guys! Yay! Ok, I probably should stop blabbering and just get on with my point.</div>
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A new drama that came right after "My Lovely Girl" finished. I liked the ending to it! Ok, so...this drama is called "Pinocchio." And yes, I have fallen in love with it! I have only watched episodes one and two. And I barely know what the whole story will be about. So I will not write about what I think its about. I'm afraid I'll get it wrong.</div>
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<span style="text-align: justify;">It's been so long since I have done this, that I have so many things I have bought. So I will just write about it, ok? First of all. Clothes and shorts, stuff like that. I have been loving to go to Forever 21 and Cotton On lately and I bought lots of stuff there! And I love them all! I am bankrupt. Seriously. I have no money left on me. I just don't know how my brother actually keeps his money. I have bought lots of bow accessories! Oh, I am even going to the mall today! I am going to check out Aeropostale there! I can't wait to see Bethany Mota's collection! Just so you know, she's my favorite YouTuber.</span></div>
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Bath & Body Works. I have bought two things there recently. The Merry Marshmallow Kiss body mist and the hand sanitizer, too. IT SMELLS SO GOOD! Here's a picture of how they look like.</div>
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<span style="text-align: justify;">I have been loving to eat mini oreos! Oh My God! Can we just please talk about how awesome mini oreos are? But if you don't like it...oh, well. All my friends love them, too! They are min, little, bite-sized oreos. I personally, really don't like to chew on the normal-sized ones. They get stuck to my teeth easily. The small ones are easier to handle.</span></div>
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Conchita http://www.blogger.com/profile/14547117799074624451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490636288314403.post-85727068688206540092014-11-15T19:18:00.001-08:002015-09-22T02:24:29.796-07:00#WHYBD 2<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
...I AM SO SORRY. Here we go again with the begging. *sigh* Nope. I won't say any of my excuses, so...shall we get into the topic? #WHYBD ???<br />
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It is November now! Oh, and today's my friend Jazmin's birthday! I don't know why I just said that but, just sayin'. This week is only a three-day week! Yay for that! I promise I will be posting at least one thing on the weekend, alright? And guys, when I say I have been active on Instagram, you have to believe me. Check my Instagram out whenever you feel like it's been too long since I posted. </div>
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Ok. I have been shopping like crazy these few weeks. Like. Crazy. It's just that Forever 21 has so many cute clothes for the winter! I bought a cropped sweater that would go with my blue skirt that I have! I'll post a photo of it in the weekend. Oh, I recently went to Cotton On, just to see if they had anything I liked and they did! They have a pretty cool store filled with fun graphics and sayings on the clothes! A new favorite store of mine! But, I just can't find an ear headband of animals anymore. I'm pretty mad and sad about that. But I'm sure that going into more wintery and spring clothing that it will show up one day! Going on to winter...I bought lots of decorations for my room! I changed my room so much but, I love it! You know since its almost Christmas and all, I took advantage of the pretty lights and decorations. Not for celebration but, for my room. I'll post those pictures, too in the upcoming weekend!</div>
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I auditioned for this MS Fine Arts festival that will be taking a few students to Abu Dhabi! I auditioned for both drama and choir. I am not a very good actress but, I am quite confident on my singing? I don't know. But the results are today! WooHoo! Thankfully there was no tests or quizzes in these few days, just loads of homework and projects. So...what have you been doing? #WHYBD</div>
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Conchita http://www.blogger.com/profile/14547117799074624451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490636288314403.post-4650835988234592802014-10-18T10:30:00.000-07:002014-10-17T23:06:14.322-07:00#WHYBD<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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What Have You Been Doing? I am starting a new series for you! WHYBD? #WHYBD Yay! That's the acronym for my new series! Well, just like the title, I will be giving an update to you about what I've been up to, my schedules, and all those fun things! </div>
It's Saturday today and I am going to go shopping with my family! Don't worry, after the shopping, I will be posting a new Pick Ups episode! Well, after I write it up. Anyway...I have an #ootd picture! The outfit will be the one I am wearing today to the mall! I am so excited!<br />
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I am in love with my new shoes and horse purse - bag - whatever you call it. Would you wear something like this? And apparently, you guys probably don't know yet. I now have an obsession with bows and cat ears. And I begged my mom to buy me more today. And she said she will! I buy my bows and cat ears at places like Forever21 or Claires'. Two of my favorite shops in Oman, since Oman does not have that many teen fashion stores. </div>
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I have been busy this weekend! I have only finished half of my homework. Plus, I have a social studies midterm assessment to study for. For Tuesday. But...on that same day I have the assessment, I am going on a trip to the Pavo Real restaurant with my Spanish class! Not that I'm happy or anything, but guys, I get to meet my besties there. Food. Not just food. Mexican Food. Why I'm not that happy you ask? Well...let's just say that in Spanish class, me have no close friends. My weird grammar over there was on purpose. I had two of my close friends, but they decided to move to Arabic class instead. I mean, really? Why you leave me alone?!</div>
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You guys are probably asking me to move to Arabic with them, right? But I can't! I spent since 3rd Grade in Spanish class. I don't think I need to forget Spanish just for my friends. I already picture the scene for Pavo Real...I sit on the long table filled with all my classmates, next to someone I'm comfortable with. I'm not alone, but I feel alone. Deep isn't it? This is all probably making you cringe, I am sorry. I don't know how I should express myself at these times. </div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06891635698150309329noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490636288314403.post-79751670891034770732014-10-17T01:50:00.000-07:002015-09-21T22:45:25.689-07:00My Writing: In My Own Heart<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Hello, again! Today...is the release of my writing "<b><i>In My Own Heart</i></b>"! I hope you guys will enjoy it! What have you guys been doing? I am packed with tests, projects, and essays for next week. So, I am working hard even though its the weekend. But I know it will be worth it! Check out the writing below!</div>
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<span style="color: white;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Today’s the day. I sit up on my bed, still clutching the blanket close to me as I hug my two, stuffed animals tight. Feelings of excitement, anxiousness, and nervousness wash through me. The ring of my alarm goes on, making me jump. I give out a sigh, “aish”. That is what happens when you are too addicted into watching Korean dramas every weekend. I get off my bed and stand up, my feet touch the ice-cold floor and sends a shiver through my spine. I face the mirror, smiled, and thought to myself,</span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> you can do this, you can do this. </span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: white; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I looked into her sparkling, hazel eyes. “Yeah, I’m fine. Thanks, Jazzy.” </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: white; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I chuckled and went outside to meet up with everyone else. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: white; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Hey, guys!” I shouted.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: white; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Hi, Conchita!” They all sang in unison.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: white; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“How was social studies? Did you have homework?” Stella asked.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: white; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“I was basically sleeping and...no. No homework. Plus, I sat by myself. I’m such a lonely, lonely loner.” </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: white; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Margot shook her head hastily; I was terrified that it would break off. “No, no, no. Now you have us!” She exclaimed, in her lovely Italian accent.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: white; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Cecilia gestured for me to sit next to her. “Come on, sit down, and eat!” </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: white; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“No, thanks. Don’t have food. And...I need to practice my speech.”</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: white; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I paced back and forth, and back and forth, and back and forth...reciting every, single word I had written on my paper. Mentally hitting myself if I missed a word, starting from the beginning to end, not missing any-</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: white; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“CONCHITA!” They all practically yelled. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: white; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I jumped.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: white; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“You’re gonna do awesome. Stop.” Stella said, comforting me.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: white; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Cecilia nodded. “You’re going to do great!”</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: white; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Yes, you are.” Margot happily chimed. That lovely Italian accent of hers, it never grows old.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: white; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I tap my thick, mechanical pencil, making a soft thud on the table. Every tap seemed to make my heart beat just a tiny bit faster. I stared at my paper, filled with smudgy Spanish words, not caring about what anything meant, I stared into space. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: white; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">"Conchita, are you alright?" Isabel said, leaning over. "You nervous? Because I know I am."</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: white; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">"Yeah...I guess I'm really nervous." I responded as I looked into my watch. "Only three more minutes."</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: white; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The ear-splitting, screeching sound of the bell hurt my ears. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: white; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">"It's time?" I stuttered, shaking Isabel. "Already?"</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: white; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">"Yes, yes, I know. Don't worry." Isabel said, patting my shoulder assuringly. Behind her confidence, I could hear that she was as scared as I was, too. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: white; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I ran down the slippery stairs, a rush of adrenaline was filling me up. As I hurry down, I saw a familiar face down the hall. I ran to her. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: white; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">"Mom! Mom! What should I do? I'm so nervous! What should I do?" </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: white; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">"No...don't be." She cooed, hugging me tightly. "You are going to be the best, I know it." </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: white; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The lively, enthusiastic cheers and applause filled the performance hall. I sat next to my friends, finishing the last drops of my water, listening. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: white; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">"Alright! And the last position we are going to listen to today is the presidents!" Announced Ms. Soderberg. "Please come up. Conchita, Isabel, and Rafael."</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: white; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I slowly stand, forcing my trembling, shy legs to walk and before I knew it I was behind the podium. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: white; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">"I'm the first one, aren't I?" I whispered to Ms. Soderberg, faintly. I thought she wouldn't be able to hear that, but she did. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: white; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Ms. Soderberg nodded and smiled. "Yes, you are." She then turned to the audience, "Our first candidate will be Conchita Isdiawan!" </span></div>
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<span style="color: white;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">A roar of cheers and applause filled the performance hall once again. I looked at my mom, whose smile radiated with joy and happiness and at my brother, whose eyes flickered with anticipation. I stepped on the podium and thought to myself, </span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">"this is for my parents, for my friends, for me. I can do this."</span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> I took a deep breath and the words that I have kept inside my mind, rushed out of my mouth like a waterfall of words that have been waiting for too long to be released.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: white;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 21px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">*** </span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 19px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The True Winner ***</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: white; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The day went on too quickly; I was already in drama class, playing a game of energy circle with my classmates. It was almost time for the second half of the election candidate speeches, which meant my brother would be doing his too. Already, sixth graders were sitting down, watching us play intensively. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: white; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">"Hussam!" Reem scolded. "Get back to your place! You're going to make us lose!" </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: white; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Hussam ran around, speeding up the pace. The clap went around, until everyone gave up. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: white; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">"Alright, it's almost time for the assembly!" Mrs. Hovland said. "Get your stuff and find a place to sit!" </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: white; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">And we all did what we were told to. At least, some of us.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: white; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">"Please, give your last round of applause for the CSR candidates!" Ms. Soderberg lightly instructed.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: white; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">When the crowd calmed down, Ms. Soderberg once again stepped in the front. "Alright. Now, may we please have our secretary candidates come up?" </span></div>
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<span style="color: white;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I searched for my brother's eyes and when I found them the words nervous and anxiousness were clearly written on them, I silently mouthed the words </span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">"fighting"</span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">. Our sibling slang for </span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“do your best, I know you can do it”. </span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: white; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">"Our third candidate will be Dandy."</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: white; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Once again a roar of cheers and applauded filled the performance hall and somewhere when the performance hall was slightly calming down, I heard "Dandy!" From the look of my brother's face, I knew he heard it too. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: white; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">"...so, it's your choice about what you choose. You either stay on the ground like you always did before, or vote for me and you'll touch the sky." </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: white; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I must have looked like a crazy girl, fangirling over her favorite boy band. Because, that was what I felt like. I clapped so hard that my poor, thin hands turned rose-red. I laughed, smiled, and cheered for my brother. Because that's what older siblings do. Somehow, I felt like the world slowed motion itself. When I looked at Ms. Soderberg, I caught a chuckle that vanished lightning fast, in thin air. I wonder what she was thinking about. After all, the 'thing' she chuckled at, was me.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: white; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Minutes have gone by since Mrs. Callaway announced that the candidates will have to get out of class, fifteen minutes before the bell rings. I sat down with a book in my hands but, not being able to read properly. My mind was filled of thoughts and excitement about the results. I couldn't focus. It was 3:05, only ten more, painful minutes to go. But I just couldn't wait any longer. I stared into the words of my book because, right now, it felt like that was the best I could do. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: white; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I heard a chair trying to be pushed away as silently as it could, but failed because it got the attention of me. I find Isabel’s eyes fixed on me and she nodded. It was time. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: white; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I nodded back and took my stuff and followed Isabel out the door. A rush of cool air made me shiver, it was cold and that was the last thing I needed to fully wake me up.</span></div>
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<span style="color: white;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">We all sat in anticipation for the results but, we had to sit there listening about how if we lose, we shouldn’t be sad. That stuff. </span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Yes, yes we get it already. Can we see the results now?” </span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I thought. </span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: white; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Our CSR, will be...Jessica!” Announced Mr. Lee.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: white; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">We all clapped and cheers were given, too. Treasurer, Gustavo. PRO, Kentaro. We clapped for them and gave a “good job” shout to the ones who weren’t elected.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: white; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Our secretary will be...Jayda!” </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: white; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I looked at my brother and saw the disappointment in his eyes but, I knew he was a strong guy. He smiled and cheered for Jayda, sincerely. Seeing my brother’s disappointment, I knew I wouldn’t win either. We, as siblings, supported each other, helped each other, and it just wouldn’t make sense for one to win without the other. But the whole time we were there, a smile was still cemented on my face, a very joyful and cheerful smile.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: white; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Isabel! Good job and congratulations! You got the position of President!” I exclaimed, tapping her shoulder.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: white; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Isabel turned around and hugged me. “Thank you! You also did a good job!” </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: white; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">And from there, I turned around to go home. With a smile on my face. Bright, cheerful, and sincere.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: white; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 19px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><b>***</b></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: white; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“I didn’t get elected, mom.” I said.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: white; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“It’s okay, I am still very proud of you and your brother. Now, go wash up. You’ve had a long day.”</span></div>
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<span style="color: white;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Yes. I did,</span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> I thought. </span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">A very long one, indeed.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: white;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I dried myself off and heard the </span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">‘ping’</span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> of my phone but, before I could reach for it, my mom called.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: white; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Yes, I’m coming!” I called back, walking down the stairs.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: white; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Look what I wrote! Come over here!” </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: white; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">And I did, I walked towards the bed and sat down next to her. I looked into the miniscule screen of her phone and realized that she had written something about me and posted it. </span></div>
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<span style="color: white;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Okay, I’m going to read it to you.” My mom said, excitedly.<span style="background-color: magenta;"> “</span></span><span style="background-color: magenta; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Hari ini gadis kecilku Conchita Flavia Ameera Isdiawan mendapat pelajaran hidup yang sangat berharga…”</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: white; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I sit there, listening, and fighting back the tears that were slowly wanting to come out. I avoided her gaze and pretended to look at something else. When I realized she was almost at the end, I quickly swiped my tears with the sleeve of my shirt, and wiped them on my pants. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: white; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“You wrote an essay about me! You just wrote an essay. About me!” I joked, trying to make myself act normal again.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: white; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">My mom laughed. “That’s not the point, Conchita. But you understand what I just wrote about, right?”</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: white; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Yes, yes. Let me make it in my own words. ‘The true winner is the person who accepts their lost, with a winner’s heart’. Correct?” </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: white; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Exactly!” My mom beamed, happily.</span></div>
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<span style="color: white;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">For just a minute, I thought to myself. </span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">That’s why I accepted my lost so easily and with a big smile. Because no matter what, I am the winner in the hearts of the people who truly love and care about me. But, most importantly, I am the winner in my own heart. </span></span></div>
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