Post by Yulia Malakova on Mar 27, 2017 4:34:48 GMT
YULIA'S DIARY
27 September 2016 - DAY 2, 0500 GMT
After listening to that downtrodden piece of music, to that peal coming from the musical box in the stateroom on deck 11, I found myself not being able to sleep.
For I felt the pain of the person staying in that particular set of quarters.
It saddened me to think that my onw suppositions regarding meeting people whilst out in the world, how I deemed it to be "routine" and "episodic," was wrong. Yet I could not allow myself to live in a wrong, that I had to admit to the truth and resume my course. On this Monday morning, a somewhat misty, cloudy one at that, I found myself walking back and forth on the Harmony's Boardwalk, getting some unanticipated morning exercise in whilst focusing on what lied ahead.
I thought to myself...if yesterday taught me anything, it was that nothing was going to be dull about this fourteen-day voyage. Walking down the pathway, I began to perk my ears up as I heard the sounds of the "Galaga" video game emenating from the ship's video arcade. I tiptoed inside the entrance of teh venue, which was open twenty-four hours, and saw the back of a blue shirt...with an inscription that read "PRESCOTT - 4." I didn't want to inch any closer to the odd-looking gentleman in sleeping shorts, for he was fully intent on focusing on the arcade screen. There was nary a soul in the gameroom except for him, which left me wondering...
...what could have happened that made him wake up so early to play video games?
The place had a jukebox that played songs, mainly from the 1980s--or as my parents used to call it, "black market, everything from ABBA to ZZ Top." Surely I wasn't intending on picking out a song that would, undoubtedly, distract the man from his game. I pushed the button marked "random," and a song by the American band Journey began to play.
The lyrics went something like this...
"Here we stand,
worlds apart, hearts broken in two...
two...two...
Sleepless night..."
...but I forget the rest of the composition, so I'll move on.
Anyways, I was really hoping that I would be able to make a clean escape without being spotted, but alas...the man turned his head slightly, perking up his brow upon seeing me in my white gown.
I couldn't help it. I eked out a sly giggle before making my way back to the other end of the Boardwalk.
I wonder...did he get a "game over" because of me?
Perhaps I'll never know...but I soon realised that he was going to be "the one" that I would watch over throughout this holiday...
...and it wasn't going to be easy.
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Hi...
I did not anticipate the preview to the Diamond in the Rough to be easy.
In fact, it was...quite the opposite.
There were so many of us in that ring, with different motivations and personalities, that there wasn't any way that I--nor could anyone else--predict who was going to win. On that note, I did not win...but I feel as if I gained something far more than, say, time in front of a television camera, no matter how fleeting it was.
In JJ's lingo, they call it..."experience," the very notion that you learn as you progress through an event--much like one of his role-playing games like the Final Fantasy VIII! Yet whilst I laugh at myself for the attempt at a metaphorical reference...sometimes I find myself wondering if this event truly was a "game," or was it something that was quite larger in size and scope than a simple contest of good and evil.
I can only find the answers to what I seek myself...in my heart, not in my mouth.
So how do I feel about opposing Keira Hunter in my first official "one-on-one" as this sports pundits call it?
I have always believed that ALL people are created differently, that some were born rich, others poor, whilst others were neither brought into a affluent or impoverished family. Whilst I was born in a wealthy home, I still feel Miss Hunter's pain in a different fashion. You see, people tend to misjudge me for being part of that...intolerant...Communist Party, a globalist-elite thinking mind who once sought to impose the will of my country's former regime into the hearts and minds of the Western civilisation, especially into the souls of the American people.
I, too, was ostracised--made into an outcast.
At some point in our lives, we deal with feelings of being left out of the laughter of the games, the joy of making new friends, and so on. Loneliness can affect everyone--we aren't immune from it, no matter what the brains inside of our heads tell us. It leads to rejection, and rejection...leads to things like jealousy, anger--they are the pillars that create hatred for all of humanity.
So how can we combat this feeling of being alone all the time?
We can get frustrated, and resort ourselves to horrific acts of violence. Or we can go to a good school, to learn the martial science as I did. But when it all boils down to it, no amount of training in any discipline can ever prepare you for the realisation that there are things that teachers cannot teach--things like learning to have a clear mind, channeling your inner rage into doing great things in a world that's as dark as night.
So here's what I want you to do. If you ever find yourself feeling "left out" by the people you want to be friends with, if you ever feel as if you haven't anyone to talk to...close your eyes and take a moment to reflect upon who you want to be, and where you came from. Ten seconds of pure, unadulterated silence...and count the time.
You can only be yourself, never allowing ANYONE to tell you that you cannot strive to be the best in what you want to do. That is how growth is accomplished, allowing you to fully embrace your identity whilst marching onward...
...to becoming "the one."
Hi...
I did not anticipate the preview to the Diamond in the Rough to be easy.
In fact, it was...quite the opposite.
There were so many of us in that ring, with different motivations and personalities, that there wasn't any way that I--nor could anyone else--predict who was going to win. On that note, I did not win...but I feel as if I gained something far more than, say, time in front of a television camera, no matter how fleeting it was.
In JJ's lingo, they call it..."experience," the very notion that you learn as you progress through an event--much like one of his role-playing games like the Final Fantasy VIII! Yet whilst I laugh at myself for the attempt at a metaphorical reference...sometimes I find myself wondering if this event truly was a "game," or was it something that was quite larger in size and scope than a simple contest of good and evil.
I can only find the answers to what I seek myself...in my heart, not in my mouth.
So how do I feel about opposing Keira Hunter in my first official "one-on-one" as this sports pundits call it?
I have always believed that ALL people are created differently, that some were born rich, others poor, whilst others were neither brought into a affluent or impoverished family. Whilst I was born in a wealthy home, I still feel Miss Hunter's pain in a different fashion. You see, people tend to misjudge me for being part of that...intolerant...Communist Party, a globalist-elite thinking mind who once sought to impose the will of my country's former regime into the hearts and minds of the Western civilisation, especially into the souls of the American people.
I, too, was ostracised--made into an outcast.
At some point in our lives, we deal with feelings of being left out of the laughter of the games, the joy of making new friends, and so on. Loneliness can affect everyone--we aren't immune from it, no matter what the brains inside of our heads tell us. It leads to rejection, and rejection...leads to things like jealousy, anger--they are the pillars that create hatred for all of humanity.
So how can we combat this feeling of being alone all the time?
We can get frustrated, and resort ourselves to horrific acts of violence. Or we can go to a good school, to learn the martial science as I did. But when it all boils down to it, no amount of training in any discipline can ever prepare you for the realisation that there are things that teachers cannot teach--things like learning to have a clear mind, channeling your inner rage into doing great things in a world that's as dark as night.
So here's what I want you to do. If you ever find yourself feeling "left out" by the people you want to be friends with, if you ever feel as if you haven't anyone to talk to...close your eyes and take a moment to reflect upon who you want to be, and where you came from. Ten seconds of pure, unadulterated silence...and count the time.
You can only be yourself, never allowing ANYONE to tell you that you cannot strive to be the best in what you want to do. That is how growth is accomplished, allowing you to fully embrace your identity whilst marching onward...
...to becoming "the one."
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Well howdy there pardner.