It's me, Bianca! I have a low tolerance to paying attention, so to give you a heads up on what to expect from this blog, it's basically about anything that gets my attention. I'm THAT horrible. Anyway, enjoy whatever gets my attention!
P. S. Just so you know, I'm a nice person. BBM 2A59F92B
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ON Vacation (by Bianca Misajon) It’s been a while since my last entry. That’s because in my last two months of existence, I did the unexpected. I joined what most people would call a total public suicide. I joined a PAGEANT. Actually, I joined one, but then I won and went on to the next level so that makes it two. So basically, I joined two pageants. Nobody ever thought that I could do something like this, not even me. If my 16 year old self saw me like this, she would have probably screamed in fear. Come on, I am not what you would call a pageant girl. I used to be the kind of person who swore off pageants and ROFL’d when the candidates made grammatical errors. Then all of a sudden, this happens. KARMA IS INDEED A BITCH. It’s not that I’m ungrateful or anything, I just simply did not want to do it. But then again, I wanted to make the most out of my college life and take risks. So I did it. I joined.
The first pageant was for our College, and then I won(UNEXPECTEDLY). I actually just joined for the sake of our curriculum having a representative and also because a certain someone brainwashed me to do it. Thank you by the way anonymous lady who isn’t actually that anonymous in real life. I owe you a lot for brainwashing me to do this. And then the next pageant was for our whole university. Yes, for our whole university. And it scared me to death. I absolutely did not have any idea what I was doing. How I wish I could turn back time and undo everything that I did, but noooooo, life didn’t have an undo button. So, I guess it was too late for me to back out. I started everything with cowardly blame and extreme fear. I wanted to cover myself with multiple layers of foam and pillows just so nobody would find me, but then again, people would still end up wondering because it would be impossible to ignore a huge pile of foam and pillows. I did everything in my power so they wouldn’t choose me. I pushed them to choose another girl and gained a lot of extra weight over the holidays, but they still wanted me to do it. So what other choice did I have? None. I had no more excuses left.
I had to do it. And I did. I starved myself for weeks, I practiced walking in seven inch heels and I even had my armpits waxed. I sacrificed a lot for this, and other people sacrificed a lot for me to actually be in this pageant. I didn’t win and didn’t even land a place in the top 5. But I gained plenty of friends along the way and had a whole lot of fun. And if there’s one thing I’m thankful for in joining these two pageants, it would be being able to do it my own way. Who would ever think that this dork? Could actually turn out to look like this?
I know it’s not much of a transformation but it keeps me proud. At the end of the day, it’s these people that keep me happy and satisfied with the outcome. For me, it’s not about winning, it’s about being proud of doing it my way and gaining these treasures that will hopefully last a lifetime.
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