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The Undertaker

The time for repentance
Has truly begun
Enter the Grim Reaper

Understand that in this life,
Nothing and no one lasts forever, except
Death: absolute, everlasting
Eternal damnation for the wayward
Rats and hounds, rotting souls
Treasure your borrowed time on earth
Arrange your affairs, say your goodbyes
Know, feel, enjoy your last minutes, and
Enter the next world with The Reaper
Rest in peace

A part of 14 Days of The Deranged Writer (2025), and an acrostic poem dedicated to my favorite professional wrestler of all time, The Undertaker. Today, November 22, 2025, is the 35th anniversary of his WWE debut at Survivor Series.

Look back and celebrate The Deadman’s first appearance by watching the video below. Press play, and you will go straight to Ted DiBiase’s introduction. (But if that doesn’t happen, skip to the 2:30 mark.)

The Undertaker’s WWE debut at Survivor Series (1990).

Happiest 35th anniversary, Deadman!

Header image: WWE: Old School Raw (2013).

Updated on November 25, 2025.

The Recently I

Lately, I have been delivering longer posts more than ever, and I think that I’m doing a decent job of that. Not great; decent. But anyway, the reason behind the mini-surge of lengthy posts is that, after a few years of working in my current day job, I found the right balance between doing what I have to do (e.g., my day job, relearning my skills) and doing what I want to do (e.g., enjoying my fandoms, writing here on The Diary). That balance gives me more time to plan and contemplate, and then put them all to writing here in The Diary.

That being said, I miss writing quick posts, and I haven’t made a new blog series in a long time, so it’s time for the debut of a new one: The Recently. Think of it as a page from a slumbook where I write the recent things I have watched, listened to, eaten, or whatever I have done recently.

Now, let’s begin the first edition of The Recently.

Listen V: Foo Fighters’ “Walk”

Last October 4, 2025, I saw the Foo Fighters, my all-time favorite band, at the Singapore Grand Prix. That was the second time I saw the Foos, but the show was an entirely different beast because I was nearest the Padang Stage, and it was the most cleansing and thrilling two hours of my entire life. I lost my voice after the show because I was singing and screaming my heart out. (In fact, I’m still recovering from muscle pain and a sore throat, and that explains my ten-day absence from The Diary. Sign of aging, guys.)

One of my favorite parts of the show is when they played “Walk”, my favorite cathartic Foo Fighters song and my third favorite Foo Fighters song ever. And the weird thing is that I was expecting to cry buckets while singing along. But surprisingly, after crying for a few seconds, I felt an entirely different emotion.

Foo Fighters’ “Walk”.