It’s been a couple of weeks since Lost ended but I’m still not over it. I didn’t even enjoy seasons 3 and 4 of Lost, but those awakening scenes in the finale, where characters in Limbo started remembering their crazy time on The Island, well it just melted my face. The catalysts to their awakenings are people and events that are significant to them emotionally. It was beautiful to watch and I may have shed a tear or two. It got me thinking; what if I’m in Limbo? Who or what would trigger my flashbacks? Who or what would cause me to remember my life on Earth and eventually convince my heart and soul that I should finally let go and move on?

Obviously, family members are the prime suspects for all of us to remember some of the most significant events of our lives. It’s a given so I’m not going to discuss this possibility. Because it’s boring.

Is it you, First Girl I’ve Ever Fallen in Love With? We had a tragic love affair, didn’t we? Oh to be young and stupid.

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It’s safe to say that most of us have had our hearts broken. I’m not talking about your parents telling you that you’re a big mistake or your friend bailing out on you that one time when there was a raid in that whore house and you were too drunk to make a run for it. No, I’m talking about failed romantic relationships and brutal rejections. It’s a very confusing experience, this heartbreak. This is me trying to make sense of it all.

Well, since my baby left me, I found a new place to dwell. It’s down at the
end of Lonely Street, at Heartbreak Hotel. *stab, stab, cut, cut*

Stage 1: Denial

Someone just broke your heart and you’re like “THIS IS NOT HAPPENING.” You keep telling yourself that this is just a hiccup in your fairy tale romance and it will pass. It’s surreal at first, but the cold hard truth will eventually find its way into your head. It’s over. The initial shock kicks in. It’s over.

Stage 2: Anger

You’re now in a constant “WTF?!” mood. Still trying to figure out what’s happening, you’re like a rabid dog who just lost its chew toy. You’re going to bark at everything. You’re going to bite everything. Your sole purpose in life right now is to write angry emails, post rage-filled Facebook status messages and Twitter updates, draw devil horns on people’s photos and kick puppies IN THE FACE. Casualties: Your friends, your family, your dog and countless innocent Internet bystanders.

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Must be between 18-30 years old. Male or female, but preferably female. Who is hot. And single.

Must be capable of drinking alcoholic beverages on a school/work night. I hear one “But it’s only Monday!” from you and you get a slap on the mouth!

Must be willing to drink a lot of beer. None of those colorful pussy drinks with tiny umbrellas. Pass out after two bottles of beer and I’ll leave you for dead.

Must be physically strong. Just in case I need someone to drag me to my car so I can drive home drunk.

Must be capable of striking stupid poses with me for photos that we will probably regret posing for the next day. Like so:

SUPERDOUCHEBAGS.

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I’ve stayed away from the Facebook “25 Random Things About Me” meme long enough. I’ve been tagged recently by 3 people and I guess it’s time that I do the meme… on Baddieverse. HIGH FIVE! But yeah, I’ll post this on Facebook too because I feel like I’m cheating or something.

By some strange cosmic Internet law, participants of this meme are required to list 25 random things about them. Since this is Love Month, I’m putting a little twist on this meme that I hope will not anger the Internet gods. Ladies and gentlemen, here are 25 things THAT I LOVE:

1. The Internet. Seriously, I don’t think I can last a day without going online. Sometimes, I don’t even do stuff. I just open a random blog or Google, I look at it, then I go offline. Crazy.

2. The Quiet. No, not the movie (although I have a DVD of it because I love it). I’m talking about “quiet time” or “meditation time” or “EVERYBODY SHUT THE FUCK UP! time”. I just want a few minutes per day of silence. When I’m alone, I am King.

3. Comics. I don’t need to explain.

4. 2-disc DVDs. I find a certain charm in watching DVD extras. There are certain cases where I like the extras more than the movie itself. *cough*Daredevil*cough*

5. Fucker, my RAV4. He’s my silent partner. My wing man. And as weird as it may sound, my friend.

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San Miguel Oktoberfest 120 (Siento Bente!) was officially launched on September 5th, 2008. It was my first Oktoberfest launch and it was very… interesting, to say the least. Why? I’LL TELL YOU WHY!

Had a couple of beers with Bim and Mike at Sidebar after we got our complimentary (I’m living the dream!) tickets from Juned (Thanks, Juned and Fritz!). Yes, we drank beer to warm up for an event that’s all about drinking beer. That’s how we roll.

Bim and Lauren had the foresight to not enter the event premises and wade through a sea of sweaty emo kids, fat drunkards, and tattoed punks. Mike and I didn’t. We navigated an ocean of sweat, unpleasant body odor, and inappropriate body contact. It wasn’t pretty. On the plus side, I got to touch a few nice female butts.

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