So finally, after almost four weeks of sitting in front of the computer, wishing that the modem will miraculously install itself, I am now back in action. It's already March and my last post before this was on February 6, that was ages ago. So anyway, I am back and since I so missed my blog, I can't wait to post a new entry that I am currently writing this while doing a book summary in English, watching wrestling and texting. Yup, multitasking. Anyway (again), as the title suggested, this is gonna be one hell of a long post since I'd like to give an update on what's been going on in my (fucked-up) life while I was deprived of the 'Net.

Here they are:
---We were not able to use the Internet because Dad installed the XP and he still needed to install the modem.
---I hated my life more and more.
---Dad (finally) bought me an Ipod Nano.
---I've dumped my cellphone...but I still use it of course.
---Me and my Ipod are inseparable.
---I was forced to do belly dancing for our cultural presentation in Social Studies.
---Brokeback Mountain is a PG-18 so I wasn't allowed inside the cinema. BUMMER.
---We went to Baguio to watch the Panagbenga Festival.
---We watched the RAW Live Tour in Araneta before going to Baguio.

"SHAWN MICHAELS WASN'T THERE..."
at the RAW Live Tour in Araneta last Feb. 24

So me, together with my brother and my dad, watched the RAW Live Tour in Manila last Feb. 24 before going to Baguio after the show. We bought ringside tickets and we were seated in the third row. The matches were quick and weren't as exciting as the ones seen on TV. When we arrived, Maria was introducing Precious Lara I-don't-know-how-to-spell-her-last-name and two other Filipina pageant winners. I don't know which pageant, though. Or maybe they are winners of the Supermodel of the Whole Wide Universe(hehe). The matches that night were between: Eugene and Tyson Tomko, Chris Masters (gwapo! just don't look at the body, torso longer than legs...) and Val Venis, RVD and Carlito (cute din...I was expecting he'd give his apple away), Torrie Wilson and Trish Stratus, Viscera and Snitsky, Triple H and Big Show, Ric Flair and Shelton Benjamin and of course the Main Event that night, John Cena vs. Edge (with Lita, of course) and with Mick Foley as the special guest referee. Lita is pretty, in a slutty kind of way. And Edge is...well, the way you see him on TV. And John Cena was...well, the way you see him on TV, too. In fact, they all look exactly the way I see them on TV. The only difference is that there's no radiation-emitting screen between me and them. I also saw that John Cena does sweat, 'cause it seems like he doesn't on TV 'casue he always looks so freakin' clean all the time. But I wasn't able to feel even just a brush of his hand for fear of being crushed against the barricades, being the small person that I am. Also, when it was announced that the Main Event was next, I wanted to scream ,"WHAT? But where the hell is The Heartbreak Kid? HBK? The Showstopper? SHAWN MICHAELS?!!!?" and yell,"ILABAS NIYO NA SI SHAWN MICHAELS! MAMAYA NA SINA EDGE!" I was so frustrated that night I didn't enjoy the show that much.
Oh well.
At least John Cena was there. I was able to see his unmistakable cuteness in the flesh and hear his voice live, no not while rapping I wouldn't want that, but while you know, speaking. When I told Kat and Jam that I saw John Cena there Jam asked me why I didn't take him home. Hehe. As if.
So there, the summary of what happened that night. You know I was thinking and hoping that Smackdown will also visit here. Randy Orton...swoon! I'd definitely go. I'll even wear my RKO shirt and make a sign about Randy. Something that will say something like, I HEART U, RANDY. Yuck, corny...

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So there, my very long entry. But it isn't that long, is it?