Semester Recap: The Adventurous Times

Everyone. IT'S ALREADY OUR S-E-M-E-S-T-R-A-L---B-R-E-A-K!!!

What'suppie folks. Am delighted. Fully elated. Overjoyed, that the first semester for this academic year is finally over - and that means burying all the harsh conditions that have been brought about by this previous sem. One down, one last to go in the following months!

"How did that go?" one-half of my psychotic mind asked myself, suddenly.

The picture above is totally....... ADORBSXZ <3 ;"""> InuYasha's my all-time favorite anime series, and to see him and the other characters all "chibi-lized" is just fantastic. It really caught my attention, sorry I had to share it.

Anyways. 1st sem was exploratory. Risk-taking. Thrill-seeking. But FUN stands out among all 'em adjectives.

I don't know. I can't really explain myself. And hey by the way, noticed the lack of posts on my blog? I mean my last post was still in August, which by the way, has also been my one and only post for that particular month...and it was never followed by another one. Noticed that? Well. That explains the crazy and eventful life I've been through this past semester. Load of work. Never peaceful. Always tired.

Um, let's just say that this semester taught me lots of cool shiz. Thank badness, first thing we all learned was how to survive the never-ending journey of literally SLEEPLESS NIGHTS. Well, my classmates and I have known that single fact long before. From the very start, we've always been told how the course we chose (Communication and Media Studies) requires a very tough sleeping habit, even worse than call-centers, actually.. so we thought we always knew. But it was only this time, that we were really able to know that thing full-well and entirely understand, and absorb every bit of sense that is being tried to put into our heads each time we hear "SLEEPLESS NIGHTS".

Late-night scriptwriting sessions for every radio production. Background music and sound effects hunting. Sound editing. Last minute cramming. Rehearsing stage plays. Problematizing set design. Feeling intimidated by the other awesome theater groups. Shooting advertisements. Video editing till 4 in the morn'. Doing all the paperwork. Printing problems. Heavy researching for thesis papers. Commercial presentations. Thesis defense. Irregular sleeping and eating habits.

Dang what a semester it has been. I just love all the people that have been a part of my life while going through it, and eventually getting through such tough yet fun times.

This is God's awesomeness. And no one can fully comprehend it. Nor one can clearly explain it. God is Awesome, Period.

All I know is, our sem-break will clearly help me catch up on sleep. Will miss a lot of college folks though. And if truth be told, I am dagvatterin' scared for the next semester. I don't know. The thought of enrolling for the 2nd semester just gives me the supercreeps.

And since I'm a bipolar/psychotic geeky kid, you might as well understand that I tend to switch between different moods so suddenly and quickly; which is why you won't be surprised to see me abruptly switch from talking about how my past semester's been to talking about what I dig.

Well...

I dig badass nerds.

Ticket to a Breathtaking Ride

Out of breath, out of voice. My eyes which had been poppin' wide open throughout the first half of this insane train ride - where we went through all the lift hill, cobra roll, and loop of its railway - now decided to close for a moment. Slowly, I fluttered them open again and took in the scenery: Securely buckled in my seat, along with my other folks in this freakin' Space Shuttle roller coaster ride, almost literally frozen at the top-most part of the loop now, at the peak of the railway! The early night was a breeze that penetrated our skins, the unique elation it brought coursed through our veins and made us all feel infinite, as we were now about a hundred feet high off the ground; the gentle wind almost telling us to temporarily get rid of every anxiety, consoling us. We had to enjoy this rare verisimilitude of being on top of the world, riding mid-air, as we glimpsed the city lights, the night sky - God's beautiful creation. Any moment now, our shuttle would be withdrawn from this peak.

As I felt absolute being there, sitting mid-air as our train stalled on the highest point of the railway, my thoughts drifted from thinking of how infinite the feeling was, to thinking of what type of day would it be for me, had I decided not to join my friends in this awesome trip.

Last night...

The Enchanted Kingdom pleasure trip was literally like less than 24 hours away now, and something had gone amiss - I felt sick. No, no... I was really sick. NO! What the fudge!

Some sort of imaginary lump had been forming up in my throat, stuck. I wanted to vomit but it didn't come out. Definitely one of the worst feelings ever. Not to mention, my head felt like it was being pounded by a sledgehammer - such a tremendous headache! Last but not the least, my stomach had been going through some intense spasm. All these kinds of aches combined = GREAT. Why now?! Talk about perfect timing.

Oh wait... did my skin just feel... hot? *Thermometer*
Shift. No way. Got fever here dawg. *cries* There's no way I'm going tomorrow with'em. My body's so weak.

I called up my friends and confirmed to them my decision. I couldn't make it. I felt a pang in my heart. I slept all the pain away.

Earlier today...

I woke up to the sound of Christian's entrance music, "Just Close Your Eyes" - Story of the Year's version. Had Captain Charisma come to visit me and do charity? I thought to myself. But my lids flung open, completely ruining the trance and fully waking myself up. It was my phone, it was ringing. (Yes it is my ringtone, it's the coolest WWE Theme Song on the planet).

I grabbed it and held it in front of my sluggish face, it read "Incoming Call: Bob".

I clicked 'answer' and pressed it against my ear. My drowsy and croaky voice sounded as my eyes decided to shut close while I spoke.

For the next few seconds all I heard was a whole lot of convincing from my friend. Persuading, almost beseeching me to go out with them today. Kept refusing, telling him my head still felt dizzy. But his persistent convincing made me realize and tell myself, "Hey. My fever's gone... Maybe I can make it today?"

I said I was gonna think about it and tell mom first. I hung up the phone and saw that there were text messages from Sarah, Sison, and others both wishing me to get better, and convincing me to come.

I was going to tell mom, and I did. And SHE WAS OKAY WITH IT.

YES! \o/

Besides, I really wanted to go. I wasn't weak anymore, and I was going to make it. I didn't want to miss a lot of fun.

At Enchanted Kingdom...

Alright!!! This is it, I thought to myself. The lining up to the ticket booth part was the lamest, but we figured that the gallons of sweat we shed the whole time in there was never going to be in vain once we passed through the gates of the Kingdom!

Second lamest part? Lining up to each ride. Because there were literally, loads of people. We only got to have 4 different rides in like 4 hours, but as been said, efforts do pay off and it was quite alright! ;")

Anchors Away which initiated the intensity and set our excitements in motion, Jungle Log Jam where we got soakin' wet, Flying Fiesta which gave us time to ruminate on the things in life while we hung mid-air, and the final destination: SPACE SHUTTLE! \m/

Space Shuttle Max... where you will literally turn... upside down and inside out!

After over 40 minutes of falling in line, our turn had finally come.

A puzzled look was written all over our faces. Look of nervousness mixed with excitement, with a little touch of relief after waiting for so long, and now the time has come! The time, for the most insane ride of our lives...

We got to one of the cars in the single train. Seated ourselves, fastened...

I felt my blood circulate faster. My friends' faces... HAHAHA! Dang they all looked ridiculous with their expressions.

Then...

The train started to get pulled backwards gradually, eventually pulled up a 116.5 ft. lift spike. We were literally like in a slanting position. So high. So high. Then...

Our train was released!!! WHOA! What an electrifying feeling! Passing through the Cobra roll element a.k.a. the boomerang with such momentum, running up spike after spike with great speed... We screamed at the top of our lungs. Till we found ourselves lifted to the top.

Out of breath, out of voice. My eyes which had been poppin' wide open throughout the first half of this insane train ride - where we went through all the lift hill, cobra roll, and loop of its railway - now decided to close for a moment. Slowly, I fluttered them open again and took in the scenery: Securely buckled in my seat, along with my other folks in this freakin' Space Shuttle roller coaster ride, almost literally frozen at the top-most part of the loop now, at the peak of the railway! The early night was a breeze that penetrated our skins, the unique elation it brought coursed through our veins and made us all feel infinite, as we were now about a hundred feet high off the ground; the gentle wind almost telling us to temporarily get rid of every anxiety, consoling us. We had to enjoy this rare verisimilitude of being on top of the world, riding mid-air, as we glimpsed the city lights, the night sky - God's beautiful creation. Any moment now, our shuttle would be withdrawn from this peak.

As I felt absolute being there, sitting mid-air as our train stalled on the highest point of the railway, my thoughts drifted from thinking of how infinite the feeling was, to thinking of what type of day would it be for me, had I decided not to join my friends in this awesome trip.

After several seconds of being held at the peak of the railway, we, again got released. We traveled through the layout in reverse before finally coming to a complete stop in the station.

Walking towards the exit, we were literally like jumping in joy! We were so jovial, truly in high spirits! YES! \o/

It was some profound feeling. A blissful ignorance that caused me to realize how blessed I was. After that, I endlessly thanked the Lord for healing me with His soothing hands and helping me get better, that I was able to have a blast this day.

This had been awesome.

The precious ticket. I'm glad I didn't let it slip from by butter fingers. You know when they say opportunity knocks at your door once? Makes complete sense.

Too Much To Handle

For somebody who's too exhausted and all she wants is some long peaceful sleep, it sure is awfully late to say that I'm creating another blogpost at 1am instead.

It has some good grounds, though, as to why I'm still up spending some time with my laptop right now. They say when you're too high, you mindlessly do things you can't really do at your most normal state. ;")

And I am proud to say that I am high. I am elated. Extremely in raptures. On cloud nine. I am overjoyed at this very point of my life, that I just cannot, not blog about this ecstasy.

Have you ever been in that situation where you feel like you've experienced way too much happiness? Like something beyond what you had only expected? The joy brought to you is just too much, you almost feel like you don't deserve it?

So June 28th was enough. Even though it started a bit unexciting, the Lord had made sure it'd be a day I will never forget. And with the help of my cool college buds, I did feel special. The day ended so perfectly happy. Just read my previous post about that day, the very post before this one.

2 days have passed since that day, and I was living normal again, but with a more inspiring atmosphere surrounding me now. I couldn't recover from what I experienced on my birthday.

I was still on the process of recovering from it, when this day, 30th... just literally like, ROCKED MY WORLD. Like what the fudge! Another special occasion~ Okay well, same occasion, different theme and different style of surprise. Different technique, if you will.

I was at a local mall trying to kill some time. As I was in the bookstore browsing comic books, I was already planning the stuff I'd take care of as soon as I get home. Multi-tasking? You don't say! Okay, well. There's just a bunch of schoolwork. And all these tasks had already been set in my brain, like how you create reminder notes in phones and computers. It had been a tiring day at school. My face was oily, sweaty as usual. My hair smelled of shampoo mixed with sweat. It was raining. I got off the car and ran to the house and...

I walked toward our door and through the screen my eyes caught sight of a familiar figure... Someone wearing a polo shirt... his hair, faux hawk?!

Tsebb? My brains had finally exhumed all the names and got the appropriate one for the guy walking across our living area. My bestfriend, Jeorge, was there. What the fudge? My mom emerged from the door immediately and put a blindfold on me. Seriously, what the freakin' heck is going on here?

The next thing I knew, I was in my room with Crush Rejean, and she was asking me to wear something... very... disgusting only for me atleast. Like, okay the freakin' dress is sexy and chic and all that stuff, not until you put it on me. There are some things in the world better off being associated with "overnight socialites", the ones who are tall, slender, and just stylish. In that case, getting myself slipped into that type of clothing was something completely delusional. It was ridiculous.

WHAT THE FUDGE! THESE PEOPLE! THEY HAD PREPARED A SURPRISE DEBUT PARTY FOR ME! WHY! WHY HADN'T I SENSED IT! WHY HADN'T I GOTTEN THE VIBE OR SOMETHING! HOW COULD I BE SO CLUELESS! THIS IS CHAOS! HAPPINESS WAS BECOMING A DISEASE TO ME!

I knew I had to wear it anyways, it was part of their plan. And the best help I could offer them was to play by their rules. I had understood how much effort they'd all exerted in this big surprise, so there was no way I'd ruin it. Even though I really didn't like the idea of being in that dress, nor that of having to walk in heels down the stairs which were candlelit on the sides. That was typically so princess-like! HAHAHAHA! I felt digusted with myself, even more embarrassed when I finally saw who my other lovely guests downstairs were. 'Course my entire family was there, some of my cousins, and my closest highschool friends which included Tsebb, Joyce, Rejean, Van, and Eamiel. Mimi came a few minutes later. Kokey had come the latest, right at that time when everyone was already eating. LOL vintage Kokey.

It was so ridiculous how cameras were like surrounding me as I walked down. I felt so ridiculous. It was awkward, and all I could do to react was repeatedly yelp the words, "Oh My Gosh! Grabe kayo!" The more ridiculous part?! THE DANCE STUFF. Man, I felt soooooo ridiculous! HAHAHA I had to though, and it was quite alright! ;") The most ridiculous part? THE VIDEO SCANDAL. And I don't even wanna talk about that no more. I would remember every detail of it and could nearly cry for feeling so funny about myself. Lmao. I am crazy.

Emotions were moving continuously fast inside me at that time. Why was I wearing the dress, why was I in heels.. Why was I sitting there watching the video scandal, why were some of the most important people in my life surrounding me and laughing at me like I was crazy with the reactions I expressed... I couldn't believe it was all happening. But it was; all happening because of the fact that I am so blessed with friends.

I had already felt content two days ago. In fact I was still just recovering from it. Why did another surprise had to occur? One that would leave yet another big impact on me too? NOT THAT I'M COMPLAINING, BUT I JUST FEEL LIKE I DO NOT DESERVE THIS MUCH OF HAPPINESS. I do not know what I've done lately to be worthy enough of such a wonderful blessing from God. Man, He's so good to His children. He moves at those times you least expect it. He shows His love at the most unpredictable times of life. All I know is, I am forever beyond grateful. Thank You, my King.

One thing I learned today, God gives much when you are so fond of being satisfied with the simplest things. He gives much, and makes you feel so special. He shows His unconditional love, and nothing is more delightful than that.

Tonight, I am going to have such a peaceful sleep. And I will wake up with a completely-renewed strength. I will live the next days of my life feeling so inspired and motivated to perform almost any task. That's how magnificent the impact of this day is. I love my family and friends. Thank you all for joining me on this amazing and awesome night. Thank You, dear God, for blessing me with these people.

I am blessed.

Queen of Emotions

I meditated on God's spirit-lifting words. Always been the best way to start my day. I thanked Him for another God-given day... and another whole God-given year for me. Despite the slight disgust about already turning 18 today, I was grateful to the Lord.

I strode into my parents' room, and my eyes roved over our guitars at a standstill against the wall. They were right behind the disc-stands that held a couple of DVD's. I gently grabbed the steel-stringed guitar, pulling it carefully enough not to knock over the tall pile of DVD's that stood beside 'em other guitars. I sat on the bed and held the guitar properly.

Almost involuntarily, my fingers positioned themselves on the fingerboard, firmly pressing against two of the rusty strings to form the E-minor chord. My other hand began to strum the strings in a slow tempo. The chord progression shifted to C, G, and then to D, repeating it all over again as I kept the rhythm of this very familiar intro. The last strum to the intro came and gave my unrefined voice the cue to finally breeze in along the beautiful guitar resonance that I was playing.

♫ Come up to meet you
Tell you I'm sorry
You don't know how lovely you are ♪

My naive and immature music knack sort of forgot that it shouldn't have impelled my body to sing Coldplay's The Scientist this morning. However, it was sorta inevitable.

The point is...
The intro to this blog is pointless, and completely not cohesive to my next paragraph.

I just feel so overwhelmed tonight, not a single part of my body could explain the level of delight that's been welling up inside me. Just when I thought this entire day was going to be plain, and that my 18th birthday was going to fail, God swiftly made a move that absolutely caused some personal glee to reign.

My mind had resolutely set on one system of beliefs for this day. Today, I had this mindset about how this was going to turn out just like any ordinary day. A typical day, that would just pass in a matter of hours. Sometimes it's even faster when we don't keep an eye on time too often. My own frame of mind was so firm and decisive, it affected my mood and caused it to be steady, not expectant, and chillaxed.
When I suddenly remembered the few worries I've been going through, I gave up the thought and possibility of experiencing something different today. It felt melancholic that you ain't got nothin' special for your 18th birthday, but I figured God always has better plans and that was quite alright.

No matter how much I love them, "surprises" might have not been meant for me...

But then, a mini surprise came. A surprise so little, somehow delivering a great impact on me.

I just had quite a load of burden to think of these past days. My worries were on the process of taking over my whole entire brain, when suddenly... My classmates were singing happy birthday, I whirled around to see my friend holding a box of cake. The troublesome voices in my head seemed to stop dead in their tracks when my brain transmitted the sight of the box of cake that my eyes had just absorbed. Then they caught sight of the other 'present' the folks'd got for me: Latest issue of StarStudio Magazine with the ever-gorgeous Coco Martin on the cover. Instead of fading, my thoughts of worries started resurfacing, and they were running violently uncontrollably inside my head; voices much noisier, sounds much riotous. Then my eyes finally landed on the 2 guys who apparently held up Coco Martin-Masks in front of their faces. SO FUNNY! Oh snap, as though one of the troublesome voices reacted, I heard it pronounce fear and panic, like their troop was about to die down and explode... That scene was the funniest thing I'd seen the entire day. And I wanted to laugh so hard, and I was going to laugh. Laughter was my drug. And at the sight of those boys behind Coco Martin's printed faces, I sure was in for a good laugh. The tiny spark of giggling and cackling started off in my tummy, and started its way up till I felt it right in my throat! In my throat felt like one big lump of readied laughter, all set to come out of my mouth and sound freely throughout the room.. at the same time the worries and troublesome voices seemed to reach their peak, my head couldn't contain them no more. The beautiful sight of a birthday surprise was finally annihilating the worries in my mind, until I felt them explode all at once. I knew I had laughed right then, but what came out were tears. I perfectly knew I was going to let out a laugh, and believed that I did let out a great laugh. But tears streamed down my face, as my knees weakened and I found myself a few feet shorter, head buried in hands.

As to why my supposed laughter came out in disguise of some multi-flavored tears, I had no clue. Guess that normally happens to people undergoing mixed emotions.

To conclude this quickly, today, God taught me a lesson. A very important one.

And tonight, I was able to get a whiff of a scent I'd never sniffed in so long. It smelled the same, like the last time I inhaled it. I enjoyed the feeling so bad, I almost didn't want to sniff it all up, for I knew it was temporary... for I knew it wouldn't stay for too long.

That's quite alrite dawg.

Hashtag: Ten Worst Feelings

‏@WMjanica: ‪#10WorstFeelings‬ Those little burdens piled up and have become one big load of a problem & your explosion is worse than a volcanic eruption.

@WMjanica: ‪#10WorstFeelings‬ Being consumed completely by insecurities, therefore feeling like a blithering loser.

@WMjanica: ‪#10WorstFeelings‬ You happened to be such a kindhearted person that you've allowed yourself to be a slave for martyrdom.

@WMjanica: ‪#10WorstFeelings‬ Disappointment after disappointment.

@WMjanica: ‪#10WorstFeelings‬ You care too much about others so your lips and tongue betray you & you never had the chance to say what you really wanted.

@WMjanica: ‪#10WorstFeelings‬ "You put your life on the line, nobody really appreciates you enough for it," - Luis Sera on policia.

@WMjanica: ‪#10WorstFeelings‬ Having all that bravado of taking all the pain for someone else's sake and feel sorry for yourself at the end.

@WMjanica: ‪#10WorstFeelings‬ Always being a listener to many others but when it's finally your turn to speak no one listens 'cause nobody darn cares.

@WMjanica: ‪#10WorstFeelings‬ Your strange actions bother your folks and you struggle in having to remain silent and not broach your explanations.

@WMjanica: ‪#10WorstFeelings‬ Risking something very important for the benefit of somethin' else that is even more important.

Back-to-School Sounds as Lame as This Post's Title

I continued to brush the instant-shine-sponge across one of my black leather shoes back and forth. These shoes had been quite put to a temporary rest of 2 months; their faded look along with the effect of crinkled leather caused by my 2 years of using them was indicative that they were old, but just needed the right polish to revitalize them. My eyes beamed with satisfaction as I watched the creased and washed-out appearance of the black leather disappear through my continuous sweeping of sponge until a refurbished, shiny, black leather flashed before my eyes. My school shoes looked as good as new.

I so gently set them on the wood flooring of my bedroom, almost as careful as how Tony Stark a.k.a. Iron Man would painstakingly assemble all kinds of metal in inventing a new weapon in his manufactory. After putting them down, I looked around my room. My keen eyes roved their way immediately to my knee-length, red checkered skirt, folded in rather asymmetrical pleats, paired with my white blouse, almost dull-looking, both lolling from their hangers. My attention drew next to the plain over-shoulder bag of mine that sat coolly on my bed, its big and durable zipper together with the fabric's bleached-purple color gave it an almost masculine feel to it.

My right thumb stroked across my chin while I examined my surroundings.

School supplies: CHECK. School uniform: CHECK. School shoes: CHECK.
Looks like this is it, I sighed as my hand swept a wisp of newly trimmed black fringe off my forehead.

It's official: Tomorrow, it's back to school.

The bottomline of this blogpost is that I am in no way ready for school yet. I'm just not certain as to what particular aspect of college life it is that I dread the most or I heavily loathe, because almost the entire existence of this darn thing known as "college life" is downright complicated. I'd have to occupy a really, extremely long page in my blog before I could explain my repugnant and obnoxious insights detail by detail, and at the moment I'm not quite in the mood to be detailed and comprehensively in depth with my thoughts so I'd rather not do that. I wouldn't want to waste this wonderful opportunity I've taken to freakin' finally have that energy again to create a new post.

Instead, I'd like to share a beautiful, God-given advice I received this day. As a child of God, my best weapon for every single day of my life has always been His word. Nothing makes me feel stronger, more confident, and more driven than His words do.

Today, He told me, or actually more like He reminded me, that every God-given task should be wholeheartedly accomplished by His children, for He rejoices at our works. The Lord has made me realize today that it doesn't matter what the size of a certain work is. Big or small, every task that God gives always carries a significant value. And in due time He will guarantee us that promotion He knows we deserve. Therefore, there is no time to show reluctance. We must work, work, work, and make ourselves pleasant before our Creator's eyes. So this feeling of unwillingness toward getting back to school tomorrow should just go away, and it's time for me to hunker down and get the job done as I wholeheartedly complete every task that God will give me.

I shall thank our Awesome God for at the proper time, we persevering workers will get that promotion that was always meant for us.

How Do You Do, Blogspot? I Just Had Some Fun

Two nights ago I plopped down on my bed with a remarkable glee glowing from the inside of me. I'd just had so much fun at my friend LA's debut party, and got to see my good'ol friends from highschool.

Her Hawaiian-themed party was all fun. So fun, I can't even believe it got me to that state where I just couldn't think of any other word to best describe the entire event. It just wasn't a typical 18th birthday party that girls celebrate. Not that I've been into a lot of parties, in fact this was just the 2nd debut party invitation I got in my whole entire life. But it was just so different from all those typical fairytale-inspired debuts we see on TV and stuff. It's Luau with a little bit of twist, as far as I'm concerned.

LA was just lovely. Alright, I'm at that state again. I apologize for being so wordless. All I ever wanted to say to sum this whole post up, is that I was delighted to see my friends again.

I haven't touched my blogspot for a bit too long. Can you believe it, May is about to end as I write this and this has just been my first blogpost for the month! First and only post for the month of May?! Really?!

Barbie Doll Humanized; Valeria Lukyanova is the Planet's Living Barbie

Wow! And yes, I did just say WOW!

Just when everybody thought Mattel's fashion doll Barbie was only a lifeless toy figure who'd never exist in the real world, 21-year-old Ukrainian model Valeria Lukyanova indirectly nullifies this thought as she actually incarnates the said doll through her appearance and brings 'Barbie' to life through her own body.

Icy blue eyes, porcelain skin, silky-smooth-flowing long blonde hair, exaggeratedly dense breasts and slender waistline creating that perfect "hourglass-body" - I have never, in my entire life, imagined that an actual woman possessing the mentioned features could actually be seen on Earth, living and breathing and fully-alive! I mean, who ever has? Valeria Lukyanova was said to have undergone plastic surgery to achieve this literally-fantastic look.

SitchNews.com has found photos of Valeria BEFORE the plastic surgery:

Other articles said that it was her dream to achieve the real-life Barbie doll look, and that to her, undergoing the surgery to morph herself into a Barbie meant "fulfilling her dreams".

Ofcourse this entire thing is considered an issue; and you know what people do with issues right? Oh well, the usual: people feast over an issue and admire it and continue to be amazed, and there's also those who criticize it and continue on being bashers. You know, it's always 'mixed reactions' whenever a stuff like this comes up.

I don't care about those who bash her but as for me, I think this whole entire thing is absolutely amazing. Are you kidding me? I'm definitely in deep admiration of Valeria Lukyanova's transformation. I mean, exactly what is wrong with it? Why do people freak out about it? Okay I kinda get it. Some peeps are probably mad because she chose not to keep her old pretty face and maybe they start thinking Valeria was never contented with what she had. That could be their point.

I couldn't disagree with the others saying, "She was prettier before," and something along those lines. Seen her old pictures and darn I gotta say she really is one natural beauty and that she was already pretty ever since she was born. But I'm just really magnetized by her transformation!!! I can't help it! I simply am just not the type that gets mad about a beauty enhanced to become a real splendor. I mean how can I ever frown at such a masterpiece? I would never be able to knit my brows and grimace over a human with such unimaginable physical magnificence. Maybe I am being exaggerated, just like Valeria's breasts and waist but I guess the reason behind this exaggeration is that I am just too amazed and I've never pictured out how possible it was for a real woman to look like a Barbie.

Y'know what I mean? It's the transformation, and the outcome that amaze me and keep me startled and in love with Valeria Lukyanova. Her natural look before was gorgeous, but there is no denying that her new and almost-illusory appearance is just drop-dead gorgeous. Whoever says she doesn't look marvelous in her Barbie-look finds himself betrayed by his lips and tongue. How could anyone not be astounded by the glorious beauty that Valeria possesses now, and I honestly don't think it should matter if it's natural or artificial. I'm just talking about how this Barbie-doll-appearance is so real now in the form of Valeria; it's so unbelievable that I just can't help but continue to feel enchanted with lotsa magic in this world.

Oh Valeria Lukyanova. You are so beautiful, gorgeous, marvelous, hot, sweet-looking.. Man, the words in every dictionary ain't even enough to describe how splendid you look. I am easily taken aback by a girl's beauty but I gotta say this is the most intense amazement I've ever felt in my whole entire life. I know a lot of extremely beautiful girls, but if anyone would ask me who for me is the most physically-beautiful girl on the planet, without delay and without doubts I'd answer VALERIA LUKYANOVA! I mean, are you kidding me? SHE IS PERFECT. I'm in love with her darn. Lukyanova goes to my bucket list, I shall be able to meet the real-life Barbie doll before I freakin' die!

For more jaw-dropping photos of this beautiful being, go to: Valeria's vk.com page

Try checking out her YouTube channel Amatue and her Facebook page to get to see more of “the most famous Russian woman on the Russian-language Internet.”

You Don't Say... Denial?

One day, Chris saw his brother eating their newly-bought cereal for breakfast. Chris had never seen any other cereal like that before; it was made of bits and pieces of different shapes appearing in different colors too. Others were lemony, and the other pieces were plummy or grapey in color. It was too fruity of a cereal to be exact. He laughs to himself seeing his little brother eat a 'zesty' cereal.

"What's that?" Chris approached his lil bro at their dining table.
"Mom bought us a new cereal! You should try it, it's so yummy," answered his brother.
"Nah-uhh. Those are too zesty and fruity. Only kids and crybabies eat that stuff."

Chris had completely, and quite permanently registered in his mind that that cereal was only for little kids, for all the boys and girls. He always knew he was a guy and had nearly promised to himself that he'd never, ever try that cereal.

Later that day his cousins of his little brother's age dropped by, and tried the cereal too. It kinda proved his judgement right: It was for kids.

The next morning, as surprising as a pop in the face, it just so happened that he had nothing to eat for breakfast. It seemed like the pancakes he had before that day were devoured by his cousins already, and that he was left with no other choice but to open that second box of their new fruity cereal that their mom had just bought, or he'd start his day without any nourishment in his stomach. He looked around the entire house and figured that his brother wasn't around; he probably went with his mom somewhere and dad was off to work. He was alone. When he was finally sure that no one could watch him, he took the box and poured some amount of it into his bowl.

In just 6 spoonfuls into his mouth, his bowl was already empty and Chris decided for another round of that cereal.
"It's not so bad I guess," Chris thought.

Just as Chris was taking the final spoonful of the fruity cereal into his mouth, he heard their door open and footsteps were heard. The voices of his brother and mother sounded the house, and as quick as he could, he kept away every evidence that would leave clues of him eating the fruity cereal he disliked the first day he saw it. He hurriedly cleaned up everything and didn't want anyone knowing that he gave the cereal a try, and more importantly, that he loved the freakin' fruity snack he said he wouldn't ever like.

Weeks went by, and Chris kinda got himself into a hiding-state. He didn't want to admit that he liked the taste of the freakin' cereal, but would feel so weak each time he saw the box and give in to eating it. Each time he ate it, he made sure he hid it from anyone. No one would know, no one should, he thought.

Chris is now in this insane habit of hiding this likeness of his towards the cereal; heck he doesn't even want to call it "likeness" yet. Sure, he keeps saying, "I don't like that freakin' cereal, I just have nothin' else to eat for breakfast, that's all!" ...but his actions suggest otherwise, don't you think? Why's he even denying his fondness? Because he almost swore he'd never find a liking to a stuff like that? Because he believed that it was only for kids? And because he didn't want to be 'one of them'? And now, he can't freakin' stop. He feels like he's in a difficult state, and only Chris himself knows about all these complexities.

The fact that he's struggling inside about actually getting quite addicted to this zestily fruity snack is merely indicative that Chris is in denial. He may continue hiding it from others, but he'll never be able to lie to himself.

Gone Beachin' to Celebrate End of School Year

School has finally come to an end, and I could think of no other way to celebrate the completion of my school requirements than bond with my dearest folks, my troop, Skwaters Faction. Hell-school-year's finally over, the best thing that should follow that end is some cool outing with your most special friends, right folks?

A getaway with my buddies is like my way of rewarding myself after all the suffering I'd undergone throughout the entire academic year in college. My highschool friends are my 'treats', like that of the dogs - you give them those when they do right things with their very efforts. And I feel like I just deserve my treats after like, serving sentence in school! So yeah. Skwaters have gone beachin' at Caylabne!

We're not naturally ocean-lovers, but Mimi suddenly showed some deep yearning and enthusiasm for a beach. She kept bugging us on Facebook and on our phones about how she badly wanted a beach for us to go to. As to why she was that desperate for a beach, Mimi said she just actually wanted us to bond in a new and different gimmick, we figured later on when we got to the resort. Lol And we had to do it early, like in an instant, 'cause she's starting her internship real soon. And so...... we found ourselves a nice, peaceful, and beautiful place: Caylabne Bay Resort ;")

I've been at the resort before, all the other guys had their first time today. The place is wonderful. One great thing about it is that it has both a beach and a pool. The sun wasn't that burning hot at all, in fact it even rained a little which was quite alright. Swimming, sand-playing, picture-taking, videotaping, laughing, story-telling, and all the other usual stuffs you do when you're out with your friends at a resort; it pretty much was a usual outing, but what makes it different is that you spend time with the very same people you draw some relaxation from, and no matter how many times you bond with them, the kind of entertainment you feel just NEVER gets old. And THAT!, That gives you the unique and yet another memorable experience!

I have to say, that my favorite part of our outing was something I had my very first time of trying today: BOAT-PADDLING! Two boats, two persons on each. Jeorge and I against Mimi and Joyce in some kind of a dragon boat racing match! Wow. I'd say it gives you some amazing arm-workout! It does baby! It really does.

I gotta thank our ever-good Lord for this blessing. And I thank my folks for sharing such a fun, relaxing, and pleasurable day with me. It's been a stressful and demanding school year for each one of us, and it is indeed nice to take some time off to relax and spend day with those you miss the most. The sensation is just priceless.

This day was madsick and I'm freakin' happy!!!

Unsystematic Nostalgia

March 1st. Nighttime.

I stare at the little pile of 4 books on my computer desk.

What in the world is my most precious book doing under all the other 3 books?!!

The Heartbreak and Triumph - Shawn Michaels Story autobiography book should most importantly be on top of them all!

It's 5 years old with me now, and is still looking good as new. That's 'cause I take very good care of it.

Can I just say? I miss my highschool folks and almost everything in the past.

It was so much easier being younger.

Life on the planet was much simpler before.

I'd say everything before was better. Way better, quite frankly.

Had I been so uncooperative and unwelcoming of all of the new hot stuff of today's world, I wouldn't be enduring all this.

But every experience is good. And God provides for everything He knows we'll need. 'Cause He knows best.

Every involvement of mine in each experience is something to learn from, definitely.

Geesh I don't even know where to go from that statement.

I just literally like, miss a lot of things.

Being younger. Being juvenile. Being with the good'old folks.

And also, I yearn for a lot of things.

They're quite unorganized and just randomly come into my mind one by one.

It's at a state like this that I really feel baffled and like I couldn't figure what I really want to do or to happen.

But... I can't help it. Guess it's that natural. So I just look forward to that moment where that feeling goes away.. and to that day where it comes back again.

It's pretty much like a cycle.

The Wordless

Some people are just too numb to realize. As far as I'm concerned, they're more of 'inconsiderate creatures' who never care about what others around them might feel, or might want to say.

All of you mutts out there. Isn't it that it has always been about y'all? - y'all are the ones who always talk and share the very same senseless opinions time in and time out. Haven't you folks just realized, even for once, that I get tired of hearing out all the non-sense that all you creatures babble about? Really? Really?!! It's either you guys are talking behind someone else's back or you are bragging about how wonderful of a creature you think you are, even when I honestly think you're not. Either way, ya still don't talk sense amigos.

Truthfully, it is tiring to fake your laughs and your words of affirmation just to make it seem like you're really agreeing with everything they say. But that's the only way that they could stop - I never wanna offend them in any way because my heart is so fluffy that I would quickly feel guilty when I know I hurt others. You see folks, I think of other people's feelings that's why I'm careful with my every move. That's how considerate I am, unlike those mutts I know - boastful, always bragging about themselves, being bossy, and taking advantage of someone else's kindness, always wanting that spotlight on them... What a disgrace on this planet. Had I not been so patient and enduring, I would've knocked them with a Sweet Chin Music in the first place to make them realize how loud they are, and that it's not even so fun no more.

This hatred I've got, and every ounce of boiling blood that's been welling up inside me... All these have been stored for quite a long time, and only a few know about it. Those who know are obviously the ones I place my trust in.

And to those mutts I'm referring to, don't blame me for keeping my mouth shut all this time and not telling you.. Remember, I chose to remain silent because y'all never gave me a chance to speak. Most importantly, you don't know how to listen. It's been always about you guys.

My World Wrestling Fan Experience!!!!!!!!

WWFX - February 4, 2012 at Smart Araneta Coliseum

The show was scheduled to start at 7:30pm, but due to some unknown reason, it didn't start until a couple minutes later at around 8:40pm. However, we didn't feel like we waited for so long because of the excitement. My bro and I were seated at the lowerbox section, front row. The view was just perfectly fine.

Everything was worth the wait and the money, I have to say! First match was between Billy Gunn and Jimmy Wang Yang. You just gotta love the Pinoy crowd, when you perform in a Philippine arena, it's either NO ONE'S A HEEL-NO ONE'S A FACE or BOTH GUYS ARE HEELS - BOTH GUYS ARE FACES. My point is, Pinoys will cheer for you no matter who you are. You will get boos too, but bottomline is... Pinoys are just the people who cheer a lot, we're easily entertained. Despite your villainous character in the WWE, you will still get cheered! Okay. Can you imagine any crowd other than the Philippines clapping, shouting, and cheering for Sheik Daivari?! No pun intended folks! What I'm saying is, Filipinos are naturally welcoming of other people.

Because of excitement, the first match received tons of reactions! Lol. To be honest, seriously speaking, the Gunn-Yang match-up seemed like an intense starter for the show. I think almost every move, whether or not it was a big move, no matter if it was just a cheap shot in the face, every move the two did just received "OOOOHHH's". And I mean it, every move, almost! I don't remember anything those two did that didn't get a reaction.

Jillian Hall didn't just come here to wrestle, she meant that! Haha. It's actually not so bad when you actually hear her sing live, like how it usually is on TV. Melina was gorgeous, and her "primal scream" sounded so real! Dang, did Chris Masters look real huge and so unreal. His body is... unbelievable. MVP looked awesome! The main event was between Shelton Benjamin and John Morrison/Hennigan. JoMo was crowned the WWFX champion!

To be honest, every single one of the great matches had their own highlights.

But for me, the very highlight of the entire event was when I luckily got the chance to caress Carlito's chest. He was in a match with Snitsky and they had been dragging each other to the crowd and beating up each other.. til they got closer to our section. This was an achievement. Although I haven't taken a photo of it. But this is the closest illustration I could show you guys..

After that moment, I immediately understood why it was called 'Fan Experience'. ;") Awesome!

What made this night so special is that it was the first ever WWFX event, and it was held here in Manila! This was definitely a night to remember.

Thank you WWFX stars for a wonderful night with all your Pinoy fans! ;") See you guys again next time! :D

Neither Broken Nor Fine

What's the crack fellas?

-Yep, talking like The Great White Sheamus, haha.

For several years of doing the very same sequence of habits and actions in this dear life of mine, I just got to that point where I just don't feel all right. I'm not so hurt yet I'm not that fine either. I am right at that state where I am literally, NEITHER broken NOR fine.

Not too bad, and not too good. Kinda like in-between. Heck I've always been a neutral person on almost every aspect of life..yep, almost each aspect... but not really.

Can't tell you exactly what this semi-wounding feeling really is. I am satisfied with life, but I just do yearn for things I can't even pinpoint. Real hard right? Don't get me? My sincerest apologies.

Some will read, some might not. Or most probably, no one will ever read this post. But I already know that. I do blogging as a means to release every ounce of unidentifiable emotion that's been welling up inside me. Whether or not many people will read this post, doesn't concern me too much. 'Cause like I said, it's a form of release for my part.

I just couldn't quite figure out the mood that I'm currently in, so I thought I needed to do this. Besides, I haven't touched my blog for quite some time. They say there's a reason for every feeling. I guess this unfathomable and indecipherable sentiment I feel only means to tell me that I need to keep this page updated. Who knows?

Back to Reality

Here I am again. Sitting at the library of this good-darn campus, patiently waiting for the nursery-rhyme-like bell to sound and I can go to my first class already. I am not so enthused with the resume of classes today. The only thing that I'm way too happy about being here in Beda again is the glorious return of the luscious taste of their Burrito into my mouth. My last bite was on December 14, 2011 and I just can't wait no more till every bit and piece of it explodes into my mouth again and gets devoured.

I sit at a table in this library, alone. My eyes look so tired - reason is I slept at 4am and needed to wake up at 6:30am for my 9:30am class. But I don't regret nothin' about it. I stayed up till dawn because I was talking to someone I really miss on the phone. Talked from 11pm up to 4am, that should not be anythin' new to me. I've done that several times before, it should not be any different now and besides, I get to talk with this person so rarely as both of us have our own hectic schedules..so I am proud of that 5-hour-phone conversation.

One thing's for sure though: For the entire period of each class I have later, my eyelids will grow even heavier and I won't be able to keep my eyes from automatically shutting close. That's expected, I'm ready for that battle. All I need is a good seating arrangement and good timing of nap in class where the teacher won't recognize my clandestine act. Haha.

No one has to know it but I am just really too lazy for today. I hope this day ends so quick that I won't even have to keep focused on class. But we all know it ain't like that.

Because today.. everything's ugh, well.. uhm...
Back to reality.