Post by Yulia Malakova on Mar 20, 2017 1:33:22 GMT
YULIA'S DIARY
26 September 2016 - DAY 1, 2215 GMT
Supplementary Entry
The ship has only been out at sea for eight hours, but well on its way in a fourteen-day Caribbean voyage.
In hindsight, however, I am starting to realise that differentiating day and night whilst on the open waters can be extremely difficult; I find myself having great hardship adjusting my mental clock, trying to figure out when to go to sleep, when to stay awake, when to eat or drink, etc. To me, it's a bigger challenge in knowing that there's plenty of ocean to get lost in, but I'd like to think that the course will always be steady, with the winds, the seas, and the stars to guide me.
On this first day, I remember taking my first steps aboard the world's argest cruise liner, walking its corridors and seeing all the fresh faces of the people who would be my fellow passengers. As for the ship's crew, looking very sharp in their stately-looking uniforms, they perform their assigned duties...quite admirably, I must say, in spite of the somewhat choppy Atlantic waters.
When I come to think about it, however, I've always tended to feel that meeting people and exploring seemed kind of...what is the word? Oh yes, "episodic." Everybody seems to be quite happy, from the chefs and engineers to the custodians and stewards, in talking about the excitement that lied ahead. There seems to be a geniune hype about the entire adventure, one that has enhanced the interpersonal dynamics, creating what amounts to be a utopian society in the middle of a vast, unknown territory.
It feels...routine to me, and I found myself wondering what it is I'm trying to accomplish whilst on this cruise?
If the world truly was endless, as my parents once taught me, then why aren't I striving for something forever out of reach? The MS Harmony of the Seas, in all its might, truly was a vessel teeming with life from all over the world.
Yet on this night, heading towards Coco Cay, I started to realise that there was nothing "routine" about what I was about to experience.
I was walking along deck 11, strolling through the quiet, narrow corridors as passengers--at least a few I could tell--were about to go to bed. Yet in a moment of curiosity, I stopped by one stateroom in particular, #1147...and strangely enough, I heard this music through the wall. It sounded...sad, emotional, painful--it was a music box playing a tune that I couldn't recognise. Deep within my heart, I began to feel the anguish that the cabin's occupant was going through...
...he was in distress. Something had traumatised him.
And I did not know "why."
I sighed to myself, closing my eyes before slowly walking down the hallway once more. It was then, at that fleeting moment in time, when I decided that I was going to do all I could to help this person who was in need of it. I wanted for him (or her) to feel like he truly belonged on the much grander scale that was "life" itself...
I had something to shoot for now, for he was going to be..."the one."
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Good evening everyone!
My name is Yulia. Most people do not know me, or where I come from. So I feel that it is...quite necessary to introduce myself to the community in which I am about to enter.
I was born in the Chechnya region, in the former Soviet Union on Christmas, to very affluent parents who were loyal members of the Communist Party. At first, I once believed that the world around me was genuinely peaceful, free of chaos and strife, but as I grew older, I started to realise that I was wrong--that my parents were wrong--and we had no choice but to flee our Homeland as the country collapsed, and war took its ungodly hold on us all.
Nothing was easy for me--and that still rings true to this day.
I would have done anything...ANYTHING...to be able to return to my native country and to settle down in one place, living out an honest, peaceful life. Yet when I realised it wasn't possible, I decided to become an explorer. My goal was to travel around the vast world around me, learning about its history and cultures whilst meeting exciting people...including the central figure that I would fall in love with.
That person, as it turns out, was Johnny-JJ. We met on a cruise, and I saw something in him that nobody else did. I saw a loving, caring, honest person who has had to deal with some very personal setbacks, which were like demons in every sense of the word. I wanted to help him become something better than who he thought he was...
...and in return, he got me into the colourful world of professional wrestling.
So here I am, in this Diamond in the Rough series, and to be perfectly honest...I am not sure how to handle the idea of being cast into the wolves, so to speak, with many new and exciting people from all over the world. Should I be excited about a battle royale preview match? Should I be nervous about setting foot in a wrestling ring against other women, whose sole goal is to...as the Americans would say, tear me a new one?
Perhaps...I should look at it differently.
They say that the Diamonds division is a little bit "top heavy," with a cast full of experienced stars, but more than that...they say that we Diamonds in the Rough will represent a new infusion of talent, one that will make the entire division stronger and more powerful than ever before. While it is an honour and a privilege to be part of this great Imperial organisation, there is one thing that I truly wish I didn't have to see...
...it's very divisive, the women's division that is.
Full of pent-up distress, hatred, and differing sets of ideological beliefs and traditions.
You have social justice warriors, you have twin sisters, you have motivational speakers and so much more. You've got wrestlers who are always angry, always positive, always deceitful....and I could go on forever and ever! But in the end...a label, whether it'd be an emotion, persona, etc., shouldn't indicate where your standing is, or where you want to go with the profession. No...it's about the PERSON BEHIND the label, ready to take the advantage and show the world that, truly, they belong in a land full of giants.
To be very open-minded, I fully understand that some of the others might see as "too nice," "too compassionate," but I want them to understand...there's much more to it than that.
I might have been a part of a "rich" family, but truth be told...I don't want to be seen as someone who flaunts her money around. I want to make my family proud of me, for going out into the world and helping people enrich themselves--and in tern, they will enrich MY life as well, helping me to grow, to better myself. I think of myself as more than a traveler. I want to be known as somebody who sees the light inside people's darkened hearts, to be the one who heals the wounds of the division, taking this new crop of Diamonds to the next level, going places that we have never gone before. That is my sole purpose behind becoming a woman wrestler in the first place...
...to be "the one."
Good evening everyone!
My name is Yulia. Most people do not know me, or where I come from. So I feel that it is...quite necessary to introduce myself to the community in which I am about to enter.
I was born in the Chechnya region, in the former Soviet Union on Christmas, to very affluent parents who were loyal members of the Communist Party. At first, I once believed that the world around me was genuinely peaceful, free of chaos and strife, but as I grew older, I started to realise that I was wrong--that my parents were wrong--and we had no choice but to flee our Homeland as the country collapsed, and war took its ungodly hold on us all.
Nothing was easy for me--and that still rings true to this day.
I would have done anything...ANYTHING...to be able to return to my native country and to settle down in one place, living out an honest, peaceful life. Yet when I realised it wasn't possible, I decided to become an explorer. My goal was to travel around the vast world around me, learning about its history and cultures whilst meeting exciting people...including the central figure that I would fall in love with.
That person, as it turns out, was Johnny-JJ. We met on a cruise, and I saw something in him that nobody else did. I saw a loving, caring, honest person who has had to deal with some very personal setbacks, which were like demons in every sense of the word. I wanted to help him become something better than who he thought he was...
...and in return, he got me into the colourful world of professional wrestling.
So here I am, in this Diamond in the Rough series, and to be perfectly honest...I am not sure how to handle the idea of being cast into the wolves, so to speak, with many new and exciting people from all over the world. Should I be excited about a battle royale preview match? Should I be nervous about setting foot in a wrestling ring against other women, whose sole goal is to...as the Americans would say, tear me a new one?
Perhaps...I should look at it differently.
They say that the Diamonds division is a little bit "top heavy," with a cast full of experienced stars, but more than that...they say that we Diamonds in the Rough will represent a new infusion of talent, one that will make the entire division stronger and more powerful than ever before. While it is an honour and a privilege to be part of this great Imperial organisation, there is one thing that I truly wish I didn't have to see...
...it's very divisive, the women's division that is.
Full of pent-up distress, hatred, and differing sets of ideological beliefs and traditions.
You have social justice warriors, you have twin sisters, you have motivational speakers and so much more. You've got wrestlers who are always angry, always positive, always deceitful....and I could go on forever and ever! But in the end...a label, whether it'd be an emotion, persona, etc., shouldn't indicate where your standing is, or where you want to go with the profession. No...it's about the PERSON BEHIND the label, ready to take the advantage and show the world that, truly, they belong in a land full of giants.
To be very open-minded, I fully understand that some of the others might see as "too nice," "too compassionate," but I want them to understand...there's much more to it than that.
I might have been a part of a "rich" family, but truth be told...I don't want to be seen as someone who flaunts her money around. I want to make my family proud of me, for going out into the world and helping people enrich themselves--and in tern, they will enrich MY life as well, helping me to grow, to better myself. I think of myself as more than a traveler. I want to be known as somebody who sees the light inside people's darkened hearts, to be the one who heals the wounds of the division, taking this new crop of Diamonds to the next level, going places that we have never gone before. That is my sole purpose behind becoming a woman wrestler in the first place...
...to be "the one."
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Well howdy there pardner.