(though I don't feel happy I still managed to capitalize the word "crazy" and put a laughin' face).
My mind at this point has inimitable manipulations that I just can't explain. OH PERPLEXION :o I just realized that this day, I've been really thinking of LOTSA LOTSA LOTSA LOTSA LOTSA things to think that I think some of them shouldn't be really thought of. But I don't know what was wrong, or more accurately was there something wrong with my brain? WELL I DON'T THINK SO. I just really don't know like my brain today worked its butt off. And I think that's mainly why some of my hair strands turn silvery white, makin' me look like a Senior Citizen in town. I really have lots of white hair strands now and tons of people have always said that it's because of the non-stop thinking of the brain.
So I'll kinda make a legend here so you can truly understand everything I'll say.
LEGEND:
O.O.T. = Object of Thought
L.O.T. = Level of Thinking used on/how profoundly did I think a lot about the O.O.T.
So my first O.O.T. was all about GUNS(or any weapons).
O.O.T. = Guns
L.O.T. = Deep Thinking
I have always kept an extreme keenness with firearms. I don't wanna say the "I don't know why" thingy again, 'cause I actually know why do I have some love for guns. My love for guns grew under the influence of videogames. When I was younger than I am today, every summer vacation or Christmas vacation we would go to our cousins' place and spend couple of days with them. I used to be with my male cousins. I always joined them more often than my female cousins. So I joined them in everything that they did. And what more can you think about, they're the influencial people who influenced me. They had always played different videogames in PS (first one) like Resident Evil, Tomb Raider, and more adventure/survival horror videogames. And they always made use of guns. Well that's just the start. And the next thing you knew, I was going to tell my parents that I wanted to be a soldier. My first childhood dream was to be a military. I've always dreamt of wearing camouflage suit and hat, tactical vests, gun holsters, combat boots, and be one of the people to do the fireshooting sessions! As I grew that dream changed.
Another OOT was the DOGS.
O.O.T. = Dogs
L.O.T. = Deep Thinking
I'm a huge doglover, no explanations needed then. That picture above shows my five lovely dogs. My first love was Sam (at the center). He's a half-shih tzu/half-maltese dog. He was given to us by my godfather. I loved him when I first saw him. I won't forget the time, or actually the day, or most accurately the ONE WHOLE WEEK that I cried soooooo hard after he passed away. I just couldn't get over. But somehow I learned and managed to move on with my life. Ram came after we got Sam. Ram's a Bassethound and obviously, he's a hound dog. Bassethounds are just simply scent-obsessed and will go wherever their noses lead them. Next up is Shaq. He's a St. Bernard. When we first saw him we were all scared of him, because of his enormous size, and that huge face and paws and everything was just large with him! A cute fact right here is that we actually named him after basketball player NBA star Shaquille O'Neal--the reason's pretty blatant. O'Neal's a BIG MAN. And St.Bernards are just big. Therefore, his name came into being. Haha! Shaq is a pretty large dog and anyone might be scared the first time you see him. But he's actually kind and sweet. St. Bernards should be called GENTLE GIANTS. Shane's a birthday gift for me and my younger bro (we share the same birthday). He's a golden retriever. He's my baby out of the five I guess. Jasper's our last dog (as for now LOL) and there's a story behind the scenes about this dog. When Sam passed away I was deeply hurt. I feel so stupid for being desperate of wanting to find a dog that looks like Sam. And Jasper was that dog, none other than him. But I learned, eventually and made a realization that Sam is only Sam. TRIVIA: Jasper is the only one who has a name with two syllables.
NEXT UP: wrestling stuffs.
O.O.T. = Wrestling Ring
L.O.T. = Intense and Extreme Thinking
There's no freakin' doubt that wrestling is a very very huge part of my life that I can't, and will NEVER let go. Call me a fan, a supporter, an addict, a maniac, whatever suits yeaaa but I really think all of the names I said do suit myself as to what kind of person I am when it comes to wrestling. My extreme and never-ending love for wrestling was another thing that grew under the influence of my male cousins. I was 8 years old when I first saw wrestling. My cousins were inside a room and were intensly watching a videotape being played in a VHS player. I saw something what I thought was a boxing ring, two topless men, a tall ladder, and some kind of gold shining above the ladder--it was hanging up below the ceiling of the large arena filled with thousands of people screaming in excitement. I asked them what was that all about and they all answered back "wrestling." So I was like "oh okay.so that's wrestling."->those were the words I spoke at that time never thinking that my life would be changed like forever that day. I saw this guy badly attacking the left leg of his opponent. I was too young that time and on my own innocent words, I described whatever he was wearing in that match like this: "He's wearing a black brief, black boots, and black WRIST BANDS THAT HE ACTUALLY WORE ON HIS ELBOWS"--I was too innocent. I didn't even know that those wrist bands were actually elbow pads~so I was like "Why on earth would he wear those wrist bands on his elbows since it's pretty obvious that those are for the wrists! how inconvenient" LOL that was absolute innocence. That guy was known as the Bad Guy-he's Razor Ramon. He was badly beating up the leg of this guy with long and curly golden brown hair in blue tights (with black stripes-like that i couldn't really explain at that time), fingerless gloves that have the same pattern as to that of his tights, and white boots. He's known as the Heartbreak Kid Shawn Michaels and he immediately caught my eyes. No explanations needed~HE'S MY FAVORITE WRESTLER OF ALL TIME.
-THAT WAS THE START OF MY WRESTLING WORLD-
Now I don't know how I feel but it's like I-WANNA-WRESTLE-THAT'S-ALL-PERIOD stuff. After dreaming to become a military I changed my mind and have always dreamt of being a professional wrestler. I don't know what'll happen though. The only question is: WILL I EVER FIND MYSELF COUPLE OF YEARS FROM NOW, BEING IN THE WRESTLING RING, HOLDING A WRESTLING CHAMPIONSHIP BELT ABOVE MY HEAD AS THE RING ANNOUNCER CLEARLY SAYS "HERE IS YOUR WINNER AND THE NEW WWE WOMEN'S CHAMPION, [insert my realname or screen name here]"?
oh well...we'll see.ΓΌ
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