So I found out about Eddie's death last Monday. I read a while ago in the website of WWE that the cause of his untimely death is a heart failure. His wife said that the heart failure has got something to do with his past drug addiction. Tsk, tsk. How sad. It is indeed a big loss for WWE since Eddie is one of WWE'S biggest superstar. Oh...JBL is the one who should've died. He sucks and I hate him. Plus, I've noticed that he had gained some weight. I mean, look at his tummy. UGH. As if looking at the Big Show isn't enough to make me fill up a pitcher with puke.
Anyway, last Monday night when dad saw the commercial in JackTV with the "We Will Miss You Eddie", he began imitating Eddie's accent, in order to scare my younger brother. So later that night, while I was playing PS2, I kept imagining that Eddie would appear in the mirror near my parent's bed. I had imagined him appearing there, smiling the way he does when he's mocking an opponent, and flames shot up from below him. I even told my brother to bury his Edie action figure because I had imagined it walking at night. (But my brother didn't bury it. He just placed it somewhere in which it was hidden from plain view) See, I have a very vivid imagination. Since I saw The Exorcist, I couldn't sleep in my own room anymore. Scary images would fill my head everytime I'm alone. I just have to stop watching scary movies. So there's no way I'm going to watch The Exorcism of Emily Rose with Tetang. Not in a million years. I'd rather watch Mulawin:The Movie and be labelled baduy than be haunted by more scary images every night.

Drama and action combined in one great show. That's WWE. I just love this show. And I find the idea that super macho wrestlers (super as in sometimes, I find it impossible that their bodies are real) almost seem to kill each other in a v.v physical fight for a huge belt and a so-called title. Also, I'm just wondering if wrestlers are required to get rid of the hairs on their underarms? I just noticed that their underarms are more hair-free and whiter than a deodorant model's.


Paris Hilton
Wala lang. I just feel like writing about her. You're a complete moron if you won't agree that she's hot. She looks like a Barbie doll without looking like she spent hours in order to look like that. I know I'm supposed to hate filthy rich people who think it's cool to be famous because their parents are either millionares or just famous. For example, I hate Kris Aquino and KC Concepcion (yes, she's pretty and all that but I just can't get myself to like her). Also, I know that she dated Edward Furlong and I'm supposed to hate girls that my boyfriends (ok, here I go again...pagbigyan n'yo na lang ako) dated. But Paris is different. I guess it's her personality. She's funny and she just goes on and does anything she wants. In short, she doesn't care about others or what others think. She's rich and she can do anything she wants. And we shouldn't care. Some people think she's a skank, like that VJ in MTV(the one with the twin). But for me, she's just a spoiled, rich girl that some people love and some people hate, living her life and enjoying it. And that's hot.

I am currently haunted by some scenes from The Exorcist. There's no way I'm going to watch it again, even if Edward Furlong asks me to. It was just so freakishly scary! It's definitely second on my list of Movies That Scared The Hell Out Of Me, next to The Grudge (the Japanese one).
Anyway, I think if I'm going to have an album and I'll name it after my favorite words like Gwen Stefani's L.A.M.B., it's going to be W.A.M.M.P.: Whirlwind. Anew. Murder. Mediocre. Prairie.
Oh God. What a lazy day...