A Little Taste of Growing Up

Growing up is such a bittersweet thing that every one of us encounter day by day. There is one day each year that highlights this bittersweet feeling when we celebrate the day we were born. It marks the passing of another year of life; it is also simultaneously a time of reflection and of looking forward to the future and milestones on the horizon. The most poignant of these is probably the day you turn 18. It is the coming of age birthday. You finally achieve recognition as an adult but haven’t just yet shed the innocence of earlier teenage years. It is a pivotal time and an exciting one.

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I got to celebrate my sister, Alissa’s coming of age yesterday, March 6, 2015. It truly marks the beginning of her life and it saddens me that one day she won’t live with me because of the fact that she’ll be off to college living her life. With the scary responsibilities that come with turning 18, I don’t know how she’s keeping it all together. With her turning of age, Alissa  decided to spend it at Cafe Tutu Tango, because of the amazing food and the flamenco dancers. It was a night to remember and I’m glad I got to spend every second of it with her and see what she has made of herself for the past 18 years.

Moments That Can’t be Described

Photo taken By Briana M. (Color guard Captain )
Winter Guard, WGI Feb 28- March 1, 2015.

There’s a feeling where everyone has once they found their true passion, and I’ve founded mine. Since the beginning of my high school, as a freshmen, I join the marching band. Not as a band member that play musical instruments but as a Color guard member who shows performance to the audiences. As a color guard, we treat each others as a family, and always love each other, even if we can be annoying at times. There’s so many great things about color guard that brings the person inside of you out. For instance, we don’t judge you if you are good or not because we always work things out together, which makes you feel alive and be who you are, not those who want you to be someone else.

The thing about color guard is that there’s two season, the marching band and Winter guard, which means you can perform even more and improve your progress on flags, rifles, sabers, and even dancing. Honestly the greatest thing about color guard is when the whole team is performing to the audiences, and if you love to perform, winter guard is the one for you. Despite of the many tears and hardships coming through the challenges of the work, even the little bits of sweat counts in the end because you know you have make a humongous improvement since the first day of touching the flag pole.

Last Day of Competition.
Marching Season 2013

Not only does Color guard makes you feel alive when you perform to the audiences, joining color guard helps you reliefs stress of school, work, or even family problems. Although Color guard is very time-consuming, it’s the fact of performing and the the urge of wanting more makes me stay. Also, the friendships, where you make new friends and reunite with old friends is something to enjoy. Even though some people quit marching band or winter guard because it was too much to handle or money problem, Color guard makes me feel I have a purpose to look forward to something which made me want to stay. Color guard is a club (extra curricular) that has challenges, adventure, learning, and also help you with time management.

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After Football Game during Marching Season 2013.

Even though people say color guard isn’t a “sport”, its like saying men and women aren’t the same. We, as a color guard, does the same thing as other sports, we warm up, we run, and other things. Color guard is a sport, and I love it, it makes me feel alive and needed. When there’s no one, color guard is always there for me. There’s moment that can’t be describe how I feel when I see other color guards perform, like a little passion in you, it makes you have the urge to have something more.

March 2, 2015

It’s Pageant Season!

It was a close call this time. I almost forgot to do this!

     This is the time of the year where life gets pretty crazy. Quarter 2 grades come to a close, a new year awaits, and pageants take off at full speed. Now, I’m not going to go into great detail, but pageants are time consuming. For me, the past three days have been absolutely crazy. I had to walk a 40 foot long runway in 6 inch heels, smile until my cheeks started to twitch, and answer the question, If you were President of the United States of America for one hour and had a press conference, what would you talk about?, on the spot in front of an audience and panel of judges. It’s a lot more stressful than it seems.

     I think it’s safe to say that I did well. I placed Top 8 and won Talent and Spokesmodel. Determination is all it really takes. One day all the pieces will come together.

*Future Miss America’s Outstanding Teen*

It sounds highly unlikely, but I’m going to work for it.

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Tired eyes and midnight skies

New York doesn’t just happen.

Some would say that it plays out along the years; suffering from low blows and high highs and other things that make one sound smart; sophisticated even.

I don’t agree.

It seemed to me that the very thought of a place like this was spiraled out of the mind of a crazy, wreck less person.

Because the energy seemed to flow from my veins and thread itself in my blood, it painted itself in the color of my eyes, in the syllables of my words.

The lights shone with fierce determination to blind me. And I sore I was blind, deprived of my senses because the city was a whirl wind to me.

I liked that New York didn’t seem to judge. That the people didn’t care who you were or what you wore or the way you walked.

It was nice to live without an identity.

But most of all I liked walking till four in the morning and eating pizza with pasta on it. I liked that Time Square didn’t close after midnight and I liked going places just because I could.

At home we gaze upon the stars because we believe that they are the only things alive but in New York the constellations seem to gaze upon us.

New York the city filled with misfits and drop-outs, tired eyes and midnight skies, the loved and the love-less.

I was there last week.

I wish I still was.

The Festival of Lights…. To Light Up Our Lives!


Holiday season is about to begin in the Western hemisphere…but for all Indians, it has already begun – with a blast! Diwali is always a big deal to Indian families… whether in India or not, and it defines our culture by displaying the values of good deeds through the display of the victory of good over evil – a story told in the Ramayana. The festival celebrates good over evil as lord Ram returns to his home after 14 years of exile, defeating the evil. Not only does it teach us these values, but it offers us an excuse to stuff ourselves with delicious Indian sweets – ranging from complete liquid to solid balls of sugar….guaranteed to satisfy any taste buds! After all, food is the best part about ANY indian celebration!

Our Diwali celebration at the Kapoor residence started the Saturday before the twenty-third (Diwali Day). The celebrations kicked off with a puja, a formal prayer, in which we thanked our gods for all we had, and invited them to our house. We had the company of a huge number of friends and family, who also joined the prayer with us. Followed by that, we all gathered in a circle and sang traditional, cultural songs, and for the first time, I sang too. The rest of the night was all chatting and chewing – gobbling up our favorite foods with fried bread and delicious desserts such as ladoos (basically balls of sugar), rasgullas (basically white balls of sugar – soaked in syrup), and kaju barfis (soft diamonds made of cashew nuts – with shiny, edible foil! – so shiny and geometrical that they could probably be used as jewelry. Ah.. reminds me of those kindergarten edible bead necklaces).

The Diwali function at our place was a success – and we awaited the actual Diwali day eagerly – where we could fill the house with beautiful lights, candles (what we call diyas!), and once again – eat. Coincidently, yesterday (Diwali), happened to be the start of a four-day weekend (double the fun!), and for the first time (in like, forever), I could enjoy with my family without stressing out over work (IB life…yay..). In the evening, we performed the traditional cleaning of our house – and then went over to a family friends’ place for a delicious Diwali dinner.

Today, I am just reflecting back on these past few days, and how fun they were – wondering how Diwali was for all my family and friends in India. From what I heard, they had a blast – and made one too – with all the fireworks they set off. Every year, Diwali turns out to be the best holiday, and puts me in the holiday mood – and after it passes – it always leaves me nostalgic, yet eager for another year to bring another Diwali.

Pumpkins, Turkeys, & Trees!

This is one of those times where I longingly wish for snow here in the Sunshine state… *Sigh*

Hello everyone! Today’s my day to bore you with my musings, and today’s topic would touch upon the closeness of the holiday seasons.

I don’t know about you guys, but there’s just something about the holiday seasons that charges the air with merriment and joy. All the flurry of festivities coming up in the next 2 months gives me something to hope for and be happy about; even the temperatures  have started to dip here and there, truly giving us Floridians a whole new kind of atmosphere and feel during this time of the year. After months of high 80-somethings, our sweat has finally cooled, and now it’s time to breathe in the chilly air of Fall and Winter. We also now have the rare opportunity to put on our “winter” clothes, such as sweaters and scarves though the temperatures drop at only 60 degrees–to us Floridians that’s a big deal!

Just around last week when the temperature have noticeably dropped, I remember coming out of first period and looking at fog blanketing Cypress Creek. It was such a sight to behold that it even brought a slight spring to my step and lifted my mood. Just that small shift of weather released feelings within me I haven’t felt in a while–wonder, awe, and genuine enthusiasm for the coming weeks ahead.

I guess ladies and gentlemen, what I’m trying to say is that I’m very much in love with the holiday seasons. The changes it brings, the traditions, and cherished memories I have of it–all are priceless. Friends and families come a little closer, festive songs are sung, delicious foods are cooked, bright lights twinkle in every corner, gifts are given and opened…I can go on forever! But I won’t since many of you guys probably haven’t reached this far in my post anyway. 

If you have reached this far, please feel free to share your own thoughts about the holiday seasons! What kind of special memories and feelings do you have during this time of the year? Share below, and thank you guys for reading my post!

“It’s The Most Wonderful Time
It’s The Most Wonderful Time
It’s The Most Wonderful Time Of The Year”


NO Light

“Believe only half of what you see and nothing that you hear.”

                                                                                 – Edgar Allan Poe


It’s getting late and everything is pitch black except the hallway. After brushing her teeth and getting ready for bed, she closes the bathroom door. All day she felt like something was stalking her; watching her from the shadows of the corners. The kids were out with the husband and she has the house all to herself. All she wants is a good night sleep. After closing the bathroom door she headed to her bedroom and turned off the hallway light. She took one last glimpse of the hallway and she noticed a figure in the darkness. It can’t be, she’s by herself. No one should be in  the house. She turns the light back on and sees that the figure is gone. She’s confused so she turns it back off and right then and there the figure pops up again. She can’t believe her eyes, this can’t be happening. She takes a closer look and she sees that the figure resembles a female type structure. It seem to be staring right back at her but she can’t make out the face. She keeps flicking the lights, trying to grasp a hold of the reality. Then suddenly, the figure popped up right in front of her like daisies in spring. She quickly turns the light back on and the figure disappears. She’s scared out of her mind and decides to keep the lights on. She grabs the duck tape out of her drawer and tapes the hallway light switch on. After, she realizes that maybe it’s her mind playing with her and all she needs is a good night sleep. She leaves the door halfway open to check on the hallway from her bed, turns off the light in her bedroom and crawls into bed with the lamp still on. As she closes her eyes, she can’t help but feel like something is wrong. Then suddenly she hears the tape from the hallway light switch being slowly peeled off. She opens her eyes, too afraid to even get out of her bed and watches the door to the hallway. After a few minutes, the lights shut off and sounds of footsteps surround her bedroom door. Out of fear, she leaps under the blanket and closers her eyes. Everything is dead silent and she can’t help it. She opens her eyes. She tries to take a little peek out of her blanket to check her surroundings.  All she’s sees is a very dark hallway and a fully open door. She leaps back and shuts her eyes. She notices the lamp flickering and makes a small hole in the blanket and tries to grasp the extension cable. She wants to make sure that the cable in tightly in so the lamp does go dark too. After a little struggle, she finally puts it in and jumps back to her cave. SHe clutches for her insanity and braces for impact. Expecting the worse, all she hears is a switch. She opens her eyes and peeks out of the blanket and sees that the hallway light is back on. She pops her head out of the blanket and a sigh of relief is let out. She looks around and starts to smile. It was all in her mind, nothing to worry about. Until she looked to the lamp and sees a girl with jagged teeth and all white eye. Before she could let out a scream, the figure smiles and turns off the lights.


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I apologize, but despite the numerous reminders I set on my iPod about making a blog post, somehow I managed to forget.  Then I realized I didn’t actually get any of those reminders because iPod was stolen Thursday at school.  Anyways, thankfully I did at least remember to post, better late than never I guess you could say!

This isn’t the point of this blog post.  The point of this post is for me to tell you about the incredible experience of going to visit FSU with Mr. Tolar and the Cypress Creek Varsity Choir(plus Azon).  About three hours into the bus trip, everyone who had been asleep from the beginning had begun to wake up.  We all decided it would be a great idea to scream/sing until we pulled into the hotel parking lot.  We sang absolutely everything you could imagine from every chorus song of this year and last year to basically the American Top 40 in our books.  We ate dinner at Cracker Barrel and went back across the street to our hotel for the night.

The next day, we woke up and headed to the FSU campus.  We began our journey of the day with a “Tolar-guided” tour of the campus.  He took us to see many landmarks of the school and we walked past all of the different colleges within the university like the College of Medicine and the College of Business.  We then went inside the man theatre where we got a small tour of the stage and backstage areas and were able to ask questions.  We then went over to the College of Music where we were given a full tour and we ended with a chance to ask Dr. Judy Bowers questions about possibly becoming a music major at FSU.  We then had some free time to go get some lunch and just take in the beauty of Florida State. After lunch, we ran into the Women’s Glee Club rehearsal and were able to end our day listening in on a rehearsal of the University Singers directed by Dr. Fenton (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cK50wNq4WwQ).

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Don’t Give Up

So, I know this says it’s Clara’s account, but it’s actually Mari Nicole typing this right now. Frankly, 31students is not under my dashboard, so I resorted to hacking my best friend.

     I’m kidding, I politely asked her to help me out.

Also, enjoy the awkward picture of me singing.

     Ever since I was a little girl, singing was my passion. I was always so determined to make something out of my singing, but as I got older, the dream seemed unrealistic. In all honesty, there are so many amazing singers out in this world. What are the chances of me succeeding with my singing? Like my mom always said, “There’s no harm in trying.”

     I took what my mom said to heart. There really is no harm in trying, especially something like singing. I did everything I could possibly do. Competitions, showcases, auditions, and more, I did it. One after the other, year after year, nothing seemed to result from my hard work. I was devastated.

     Recently, something urged me to keep trying. I wasn’t supposed to give up. On October 18, I was granted with the opportunity to perform at a talent showcase. In my mind I thought it would be the same thing all over again. Little did I know, my life was going to change. After I had performed, a model/talent agent approached me. He expressed how he was interested in me coming to his office to discuss some opportunities that could be available for me. I was over the moon with excitement, and I couldn’t thank him enough.

     My journey is only beginning. This is just my first step. I have so many goals in my mind, and I am determined to achieve them. Never give up on your dreams because hard work will always pay off.

Going up high towards adventure.


Everyone has that moment when they have the desire to travel. What better way to travel than by road trip? It is cheaper compare to airplanes, you can travel different states and experience the nature surrounding. Not everyone has a good experience when it comes to road trips but with good music and friends to talk to, you could save time to the epic boredom. They’re great for those who are willing to experience their country. With the right music and people, you will get ecstatic looking onwards to adventure. There I was stuck in my memories, going on a road-trip to see something new that been here before I was born. I had crossed over the Old Tampa Bay bridge as I was going to a competition for band. My first and last time to cross over something so significant and beautiful. The lighting was perfect as I admire the sea and as it passed by. Before I even know it, the flashbacks have ended with many happy surrounds, even if there were no achievements, I knew I’ve made this day worth something.