The most exciting part of any beauty pageant is the moment when the winner is going to be announced, what follows this excitement is the precious moment the girl who wins the crown..!!! it is excited, it is emotional, it is thrilling and the most important, this feeling is never replicated in lifetime..!!!
Here we present few crowning moments that won our heart..!!!
I LOVE these so much. They make me feel good. Really good. It’s almost like having nutella and pancakes and hot chocolate and whipped cream and strawberries in the same hour…
Dang it. Now I’m hungry. THIS IS OBVIOUSLY SOMEHOW YOUR FAULT MIKO. But I forgive you since you nominated me.
You’re welcome.
The Rules:
The Questions:
Deserts before a meal or after a meal? Wait, are you asking if I eat it before or after meals? Or would I prefer it that way? Or do I know people that do it? OR ALL THREE COMBINED (that would be: Or do all I do three prefer know combined it people that that way it?, which kind of makes sense in a really weird kind of way…)?? I’ll just answer all of them…
A) No, I don’t eat dessert before meals. I eat it after. Unless my mom’s like YOU CAN’T HAVE THAT YOU ALREADY HAD SOME BEFORE DINNER. In that case yes, I do do that occasionally. B) I think if it were up to me, I’d do it sometimes, but not all the time. Probably just because I’m used to doing it the normal way. But WHEN I HAVE KIDS, we’re going to have dessert and then dinner once every month. I’m going to be the mosT magical/awesome/coolest/amazing mom EVER. C) Nope. D) I’m not sure how to answer that…I would combine all my answers together, but that would take awhile. MOVING ON.
Fridays or Saturdays?
Guess…
If for one day, you could be anyone famous, who would you be and why? I would be my famous self 10 years from now, make an outline of how I got there, stick it in my pocket and somehow transport it back with me, and do whatever I did to get to where I was, but faster. THERE IS NO FLAW IN THIS PLAN AND THERE’S ABSOLUTELY NO-WAY-NO-HOW THIS CAN NOT WORK.
Murphy’s Law or Hedonism Paradox? Depends on the situation…but USUALLY, I’d go with Murphy’s Law, because that just seems to be the case for everywhere and everybody. HOWEVER, I’M USUALLY AN EXTREMELY(okay, maybe not extremely) OPTIMISTIC, so I like the second one better a lot of the time. So it’s 40 to 60 usually.
What’s your biggest fear? That everyone will die and I’ll be all alone and condemned to live in an apartment all by myself.
And then my next door neighbor will get a Gecko….(Worst childhood scary story E.V.E.R.)
If you were given 1 billion dollars, what would you do with it? Why? I WOULD BLOW ALL OF IT BECAUSE IF IT EVER HAPPENED, I’D PROBABLY BE DREAMING.
Actually, I’d probably go to EFY. Then drag all my friends with me. Then put a million of it in savings for college. Then buy a house. And then go on a cruise. And stay at a resort. And buy two cars. And three tablets. And 2 cell phones. And a laptop for every room in my house. And hire an interior designer. And a chef. And then donate all my clothes on go on a shopping spree. Then help a few friends get into college. And by THAT time, I should still have about 100 dollars left to put in my wallet for later purposes.
Wait…why? What do you mean WHY? EFY IS THE BESTEREDEST PLACE I’VE NEVER BEEN TOO! And I like having fun with my friends. And college is important. And houses are important too. And I’ve never been on a cruise. And I don’t think I’ve ever stayed at a REAL resort. And having cars is a good investment. And I probably don’t need that many tablets, but that’s okay. And I need one to put in the car! And laptops are important! And I need somebody to decorate the inside of my house…duh. And because SHOPPING IS FUN, and because my friends wants to go into that kind of thing as her college major/job, so I’d be completely and totally helping a fellow American civilian *heart of gold*. And college is still important. AND LEFT OVER MONEY IS…GOOD….yeahhh I’ve run out of barely descriptive words.
One thing you’re pretty sure no one knows about you? I have never ever at any point ever had lice.
What? I HAVEN’T! I doubt anyone’s ever suspected it…but there you are.
Is talent born or made? I think it’s both, but more the second one. Someone can naturally enjoy something, like playing the piano, and might enjoy playing it, but that talent needs to be molded. This 5 year old isn’t going to come on the stage for grammy’s and be like WATCH THIS EVERYBODY and play The Four Seasons or something.
Is the glass half full or half empty? The glass will always and forever be half full. Unless somebody’s pouring me lemonade and didn’t fill it up all then way. Then YOU NEED TO GET YOUR PRIORITIES STRAIGHT BECAUSE WHOEVER DOESN’T GIVE OUT FULL GLASSES OF LEMONADE IS OBVIOUSLY GOING NO WHERE AND GOING THERE FAST. Just saying.
Do you prefer blogging more about yourself, more about life and daily happenings, or just plain fiction writing? Well, considering I don’t know what ‘just plain’ fiction writing is (…really?), it’s not that one. And I’m not sure if I blog more about the first one or the second one…I’ll go with the second one.
My Questions:
Pooh or Tigger? (this is an obvious no brainer that no one could EVER POSSIBLY GET WRONG)
Pooh or Piglet? (okay…this one’s harder…BUT I BELIEVE IN YOU)
Pooh or Rabbit (…don’t. even.)
POOH OR KANGA?? (okay, I’m done)
If you had to pick being a youtube star or getting a million dollar check from some old rich grandpa you never knew existed, which would you pick, and why? (this is obviously my definition of serious)
What was your favorite childhood toy?
WHO IS YOUR MOST ANNOYING SIBLING (and the most annoying thing they’ve done recently)?
What is your absolute most favorite number? (NOT YOUR LUCKY NUMBER, your favorite number)
Who’s blogger page do you most enjoy looking at? (*ahem* *charming smile*)
If you traveled to the future, what would be the FIRST thing you’d want to see?
Nominees:
Gosh…you never know how many followers everybody has until you have to do one of these. Then you find out that everybody you follow has 20 million other followers…sheesh. But MIKO, YOU CAN DO IT TOO.
And anyone else who wants too can do it too! HAVE AT IT GUYS!
SIDE NOTE: Oh, and to those who I promised a trophy, a ribbon, and cotton candy, HERE YOU GO :D
I am the best nominater person ever…
I know I’m hilarious.
So remember the last time I talked about snow?
You’ll NEVER GUESS WHAT HAPPENED YESTERDAY!
It snowed…
ME
I’m starting to think I’m going to have to take back that I-Love-Snow-With-All-My-Heart-And-Soul statement. I know I’ll change my mind during the middle of summer but hey, I’ve 3-4 months to go. I’LL BE FINE! :D
*3-4 months later*
I hate the sun.
*5 months after that*
OH LOOK THERE’S SNOW OMG I LOVE YOU SO MUCH WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN ALL MY LIFE
1. …I don’t do that, that’d be ridiculous.
2. I don’t even have a husband
3. NOPE. I’m an excessively happy person. Even in the morning (at least, compared to everybody else in the morning).
4. NOPE.
5. Well, I like parties…but that’s just because I like being around people. Which is why downtown is my most favorite place.
6 ….No….
7. I think I might have at some point, but not really, no.
8…..No again…..
9. NO SNOW SHOULD STAY. Well, not right NOW…but in the winter time it should stay.
10. I don’t have a dog. And even if I had a dog, I wouldn’t have a dog…
WELL, at least I know I’m not bossy :D
GUYS I GOT MY FREAKING CABIN MATE PEOPLE I’M SO HAPPYYY AND EXCITEDDDD AND GAH I’M SO EXCITED!
GAH THIS MAKES ME EXCITED ALL OVER AGAIN
DON’T THEY ALL JUST LOOK SO WONDERFUL?!
I’m so excited. You guys have no idea.
I’M SO EXCITED OH MY GOSH.
Okay…now only 6 more days until it actually starts…
This is going to take forever, isn’t it?
SEE? This is EXACTLY what I was talking about…the writing part. Not the rest.
Written for the DP Challenge: Writerly Reflections
When I was thirteen, I asked my mother if she wanted me.
See, in school that day, the topic brought up over tater tots and milk cartons was of bastard babies and whether we were ones. Naturally as soon as I got home, I popped the question to my mother. “Did you want me? Was I planned?”
My mother paused from cooking and wrapped me in her arms. “You have no idea how much I wanted you.”
I thought nothing of it until I went to bed. That’s when I remembered that before me, I had four other siblings.
I didn’t know what their names were, hesitated to even ask if my parents had gotten to name them before they were lost, but reflecting on that, it was clear that yeah, I had been wanted.
And though, I knew deep in my heart that I was/am precious to…
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ELLO fellow blogger people who just so happen to be reading this!
I logged ont my WordPress account today to read other people’s stuff…and then I realized that I hadn’t written anything for like, a month. So HERE I AM, WITH YOUR KINDASORTAMAYBENOTREALLY DAILY DOSE OF AWESOME.
So…Camp NaNoWriMo’s coming up. And yup. I donated some money too. Because I BELIEVE IN THE POWER OF WRITING.
Plus, it makes me feel good to think I can help a ginormous organization bring happiness and joy to CHILDREN ALL AROUND THE WORLD.
See? Kinda makes you want to donate now too, huh?
In other news, my friend is being kinda-sorta stalked by this guy she gave her phone number too.
I GOT A LETTER INVITING ME TO AN OPEN CALL TO BE IN A PAGEANT.
I got a letter from my school telling me I’m academically eligible to be accepted into the National Honors Society, and that I just had to fill out a bunch of papers about how awesome I am and how much amazing community service I do (………..).
CREEK JUMPER BOY MIGHT BE IGNORING ME.
And Prom’s coming up! It’s April 12th…and of course, there’s all the drama that goes along with it…most of it, however, is probably just inside my head. And mostly because I’m too chicken to ask this guy to go with me. How the heck am I going to be in a pageant if I can’t even ask a guy to prom….Actually, scratch that, speaking in front of 3 hundred people would probably be easier. But that’s just because I don’t get as nervous as some people when I’m talking to large groups. The perks of being me…
IT’S SPRING BREAK THIS WEEK AND I’M JUST SO HAPPY EVEN IF MOST OF WHAT I’M DOING IS STAYING HOME AND CATCHING UP IN SCHOOL AND READING, I AM PERFECTLY OKAY AND JUST FINE WITH THAT.
And I think that’s about it. So yup.
MORE ABOUT THE NANOWRIMO LATER.
Toodles!
And on THIS note, Happy International Day of Happiness, guys!!
Best St. Patrick’s Day epic/poem/story/…thing….EVER!
‘Twas the night ‘fore St. Patrick’s and all through the home,
No creature did stir, except me writing this tome.
The stockings were folded and placed in their drawers
Because the wife does get angry if I leave them on floors.
The dog was nestled all snug in the bed
While visions of whatever dogs think about flew through her head.
And my wife comatose on the couch without tossing
Because dealing with me is completely exhausting.
When outside my window there arose a great sound,
I jumped from couch, stubbed my toe, then fell down.
“Stupid coffee table,” I hissed under breath
Then limped to the window, my toe feeling like death.
The moon in the sky could barely be seen
Due to our window’s layer of filth that is quite obscene.
When through the layer of dirt, I did finally spot
An Irishman flying on a gigantic shamrock.
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She had tried everything to remedy her impediment: speech therapists, jaw surgeons, even the occasional faith healer, but none of them had worked enough magic to rid her of the jumbling of letters that made her sentences so unintelligible.
Not that I cared. I loved the way she mangled her words. I loved working out what it was she was actually saying and then getting it totally wrong. I loved her broken, garbled speech and every misguided syllable she ever pronounced.
And when I asked her if she would marry me, I loved that I could not understand whether she said yes or no.
Hell, I wasn’t…
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