the most morbid post yet

At least i'm still alive...

...the most morbid day of my life at I-95 south in Carmel on Monday, March 31, 2008.

all i remember was the car spinning as it swerved off the highway and smashed into the trees...spinning and screaming...spinning and screaming...

you know some movies show flashes of scenes when some kind of emergency sorta tragedy happens, for example prior to the crash of an airplane, the director roles and the 1st scene - the plane starts shaking violently, then it's darkness, then flash 2nd scene, people screaming, then darkness, 3rd scene the oxygen masks drops from the top compartment, then darkness...on and on it roles...until there's nothing left...

that's exactly what it felt like. that's the feeling i felt when i saw myself at the brink of death...

i vaguely remember myself being caught in the side window of the car, my body bent forward at an extreme position, like that of a contortionist. My back hurt so badly, i pushed myself out...the car must have still been spinning cause the next thing i knew, i was under the wheel...

there, lying in a pool of water (snow which had melted from the heat of the car)...in shock, cold and crying...i saw my arm under the wheel, i decided that it would be better if i just died there and then...and then i reached out with my bleeding right hand to feel my left arm and to my relief, it wasn't under the wheel, it was just my jacket that was pinned under...and if you were wondering, yes, at the point of death and in extreme shock, all common sense and all basic instinct left me and i ACTUALLY had to literally feel my left arm to realise that it wasn't under the wheel. i didn't know otherwise.

but my back felt awkward, weird, not really painful, it just felt like there was something really wrong, couldn't place exactly what was wrong at that time, just that it felt weak and weird...and there was so much blood...my head was bleeding badly...but then i didn't know either, i couldn't see the back of my head, i just saw all of it on my right hand, there were deep cuts but it didn't make sense to me, cause even so, there wouldn't be THAT MUCH...until i touched the back of my head and there was more blood...that was when i REALLY panicked and cried more, why was there sooo much blood??? oh Lord, please save me, please, i don't wana die...

car accident: very bad..............

car accident, injured and bleeding: very, very , very bad....

car accident, injured and bleeding in a blistering cold weather: not funny AT ALL.....

I was freezing, my clothes were soaked to the skin and i was shivering like crazy, i probably looked like i was electrocuted at the rate i was shivering, wp and bee gave me their jackets to protect me from the chills but it was hardly any use cause it was too damn bloody cold...then the firemen finally came...in what seemed like eternity...they covered me up more and a really good-looking fireman then cupped his hands around my ears and held my head firm (probably to prevent me from moving my head more), i suddenly felt a surge of warmth, no, not cause he was so damn good-looking, duh....it's cause your ears tend to lose the most heat and what he did really helped to warm me up a little. But he did look like an angel at that point of time, under the sun rays and all... i relaxed a little and had stopped crying by then

And then another firman told me that they had to cut up my jacket...i panicked again...

To my amazement, I said the most bimbotic thing ever, yes, even from me, sheez...

"Please don't cut my shirt inside, don't cut it!!"...i liked that bloody top...they cut up my freaking top!! Stupid firemen.That top cost a friggin' 40+ bucks and they cut it up without even a bat of an eye...

Yar...i'm still amazed at myself, even with a litre of blood flowing from my head, even with possible hypothermia and even with an arm caught under a car wheel, i still managed the energy to get mad at the fireman for cutting up my top.

Stupid firman....stupid, stupid fireman...

After cutting up my jacket AND my top, they proceeded to lift me and and place me on a stretcher, which was the hardest thing i've ever laid on by the way....

Apparantly they had to saw the branches off to get the stretcher to me cause the car was in the woods, they carried me up and out of the woods and onto the ambulance, after which they took off my jeans and cut up more of my top(!!!) until i was left in my undies....this was in front of men(firemen) i've never met before in my entire life...how humiliating...they put hot pads and injected warm fluid into me intravenally to keep me warm....As I lay on the INCREDIBLY HARD stretcher, the firemen started asking me questions, i couldn't keep my mouth shut about the hardness of the stretcher. When i suggested to them that they needed to change the stretcher cause it was horribly uncomfortable, they burst out laughing -_-" Alrightzzz, i know it's meant to be hard to support the back in case of injury but...argh...

They drove me down to Eastern Maine Medical Centre (EMMC), where i was pushed into the emergency room. A nurse was on standby and he started talking to me to kept my mind occupied instead of waiting for the doctors to arrive. The conversation went on and on and we started talking about his brother who's also an accountant working in ontario i think and how it's such a good job and his brother gets to travel alot...If you weren't there and you couldn't see me in my state, you would have imagined 2 perfectly normal friends having a normal conversation over a cup of coffee...but the fact was, i was on a hospital bed covered in blood, bruises and twigs and i probably smelled like "a million bucks"...

Another nurse came in and she was like "oh my, i saw the news just before i came to work, it must have been terrible experience huh" My first thought? Wah, the reporters here so efficient, i only just had an accident and it's already on the news, they even managed to snap shots too!! Crazy man...They're like those japanese samurai who can pop out at any place, any time, any where...

this is the photo the reporters took on the scene of the accident, that's me on the stretcher...so no face can...my one and only time on a provincial newpaper has to be like that...just great... fantastic...

The female nurse then told me that she was going to give me a folly(or however you spell it, it's the thing you have to put into your urethra to help you pee when you're bedridden and can't get up)....that was my worst nightmare...really...1) it was humiliating 2) it was @#%^& painful especially with a broken back 3)and after poking and probing at my groin, she still couldn't put it in place, which meant they'll hafta get another nurse to do it again.....which meant another round of painful humiliation. which a day later proved to be many, many, many rounds of humiliation because they got 1 nurse after another to do it, waking me up from my sleep in wee hours of the night, each attempt as unsuccessful as the other, leaving me in extreme annoyance.

1st time - "oh gosh, go away, i don't wana put whatever folly, it's humiliating!!"

2nd time - "go AWAY. one is humiliating enough, now there's a 2nd one"

3rd time - "oh great, how many nurses are there gona be, please just kill me right now"

4th time - "wth, just do it already, stop bothering me and get it over and done with, you incompetent nurses!!"

5th time - "zzZZZZZZZ, huh?? zzZZZZ" (it was probably already 2 am and yes, the nerve of them to wake me up!!)

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100th time (obviously not 100 times, i'm exagerrating, but it felt like the 100th time) - "DO IT!! DO IT! QUICK!! LET ME SLEEP!!"

.... they finally did around....4am on the second night. wth.

I realized i've drifted out of point. Anyway, the first day of the accident, i waited and waited and waited till it was late at night when they finally managed to get me a room in the hospital. By then, i had drifted in and out of sleep thousands and millions of times and they had me hooked up to the IV and had me taking painkillers every 5 minutes (wouldn't people get addicted to painkillers at this rate??) They did MR scans and hellava other scans to check for any injuries and whaddya know, i got a 50% compression of my L1 vertebra, a C4 fracture on my neck and at that time, they didn't manage to spot it, but i also suffered a crack on my right elbow.

Freaking lotta injuries, plus bruises all over my back legz and arms and hands and a deep cut on my head.

One hellava memorable road trip.

we sing, we dance, we steal things

I'm gonna be an obsessive fan and dedicate an entire entry to my most favourite musician in the entire world (*gasp* yes an entire entry! yes! i'm such a loser...unfortunately...) I'm obsessed over the incredibly talented, Jason Mraz. Not obsessed till the point i wanna throw my undies at him or try to break into his hotel room in the middle of the night to rape him...*rolls eyes*... no kidding, i know there's people who actually do that. I'm just fixated with his music, his wit, his humour, his eccentricity, his laid-back attitude and his ability to captivate the crowd. hmm, alright...it wouldn't be too bad to be Mrs. Mraz too (duh). His new album "we sing, we dance, we steal things" is coming out in May, please go support him and buy it (or maybe you could just buy it for me, lolx)!!

Anywayssss, the point of this entry is ... ...


I just found out that he'll be performing in Toronto on the 27th of April, 7pm at Koolhaus (Bless the Lord!)!!!!!! It'll cost about 40CDN to see him, which is not too bad a price if you ask me. Honestly, if you made me pay a 100bucks to watch him perform, i would empty my bank account without hesitation...wth, i'll even rob a bank to see the Man of Wordplay. No words can describe how awesome his live performances are, actually i'm just lazy but that's beside the point, his live gigs are even better than his album recordings, which is a lot to say about any musician. Look at some self-professed-skater-chick-and-i'm-better-than-britney-spears Avril Lavigne, she can't sing for nuts plus she spits at her fans & throws guitars at them, way to go girl(at this rate, u'll be left with no fans, corz they've all probably been spat on or killed by you...)! That's probably why her tickets are going for only 9bucks now, lolx. And then there's all the other whores who use more of their body than voice or rather their brains, e.g. the 2 simpson girls.


Okay, i realized i've sidetracked alot and i'm being really mean...anyway, the last time i went to a Mraz concert was during the Mosaic Music Festival in 2006, it was, needless to say, the best performance i've have ever gone to. He was armed with so much jokes, you'd probably think you were in a comedy club instead, he cracked the audience up till they could seriously pee in their pants. He didn't compromise on his singing though, it was equally superb too, not many guy musicians can reach a falsetto...other than justin timberlake...the man with the hot bod, hot face and hot vibes to boot....

I WANT TO SEE MRAZ AGAIN!! And profess my love for him!! i'll be one of the crazy fans to hold up a cardboard sign, "Marry Me! Choose Me! The other fans have rabies!"


So now, all i hafta do is book a ticket...

Music Magic Make Peace Tour Tickets at Koolhaus

BUT i'm not so sure yet, cause i don't know if i should sacrifice time spent travelling toronto to watch Mraz in action...hmm, i REALLY contradict myself huh? I'm soo fickle-minded, i can't stand myself. I guess i'm not THAT willing to sacrifice everything for the GEEK IN THE PINK.
dilemma, dilemma, dilemma....

Anyway, in the meantime, here's his awesome new single from "We sing, We dance, We steal things"...

Opps, i forgot to mention the title(in case you're interested), it's titled "I'm Yours"... ... oh gosh...i wana go watch him perform...i'm this close to booking the tickets...

get well soon!

GET WELL SOON!!

Bear with it and it'd be over soon, stitches will be gone and you'll be able to laugh as hard as you want, play your futsal and trim your non-exsistent tummy(which for some unknown reason, you insist you have)! SMILEZ!

easter trip

Just came back from a short easter getaway! Bee and i skipped school from wednesday 19th March to saturday 22nd March to go to Moncton & Halifax, which are nearby "cities" in New Brunswick and Nova Scotia respectively. Why the parenthesis u ask?? Corz they were FREAKING MINUSCULE, moncton was like soooo tiny, we pretty much saw all of it in one day (no kidding, actually make that half a day), Halifax was bigger but it was freaking ghost-lish, like a scene out of "Sweeney Todd, The Demon Barber of Fleet Street". SERIOUS. What kind of city has ghost walks as a tourist attraction?? AND...what kinda city is it that has more cemetries than shopping malls in the main tourist shopping areas??!!

Halifax!

halifax burial grounds in front of Dalhouse University Tech Campus(apparantly it has the highest school fees in the whole of Canada, bt it's still suffering from financial crisis) & along Barrington Street(where our hostel was)

can you imagine the students who paid big bucks to study in front of a graveyard...i wonder why...well, imagine boy sitting at school desk dozing off as the lecturer rattles on about philosophy...he starts to day-dream and looks out the window...right outside he sees black tombstones & probably a few ghouls --> an incentive to pay attention in class i guess...

It was raining the ENTIRE DAY when we got to Halifax. No kidding k, it rained from morning till night...i thought i could drown in the rain. We walked along Spring Garden Road, which Catherine recommended to us corz it has small little boutiques and nice cafes. There we saw AMERICAN APPAREL(a.k.a absurdly overpriced money rippers)...they sold plain tees for 20+ to 40+ CDN bucks. C.R.A.Z.Y. I can buy like 5-10 of those from the pasaar malam can. Okay...i did like one of the plain, white, oversized tee, but it was like 21bucks la, friggin money rippers!

And then we went to the wharf to see MORE WATER (machiam the rain not enough, we still wana torture ourselves *sheepish*). So we walked along the harbour and there were ships in the distance and a light house too.

One of the highlights of the trip was eating SEAFOOD!! That night(the first night we arrived in Halifax) we ate at Hamachi Steak House. We ate teppanyaki and I ordered Scallops, Jap Fried Garlic Rice, Miso Soup, Grilled Veges while Bee ordered Shrimps instead of Scallops. We were all blowing money into the meal, which was the priciest we've ate so far since coming to Canada (40bucks for me), and of course, I was expecting something really good and fresh. Well...it was alright, the scallops weren't THAT great, i mean, Halifax is near the sea and all, you would expect the seafood to be really, really fresh (u know, as though, they killed the scallop right before killing them in the extreme heat of the teppanyaki stove)...but they weren't...they were NORMAL...Singapore can find better, bigger ones i think

Chef Kwan cooking our teppanyaki meal (not even Japanese chef lor, make me pay so much...)

Hostelling International - Halifax (the nice, cosy hostel we stayed in at Halifax where we met Jane)

I truly enjoy staying in hostels cause you really get to meet people from all different cultures and background. So far I've gotten to know Brazilians, Japanese, French people from the hostels we've stayed at. This time round, we met a 39 year ol' Canadian woman from Cape Breton called Jane. It was really cool cause she hitch-hiked across Canada when she was younger (she never once took the train) and she told us tales of Jamaica, which she recently went to.

For those you who don't know, Jamaica is in South America and consists mainly of West-African descent. There is much unrest in the country and Jamaica has had one of the highest murder rates in the world for many years, usually ranking third after Colombia and South Africa. Jane told us that the people there freely smoke weed, and alot of them are addicted to it, but then the government decided to burn down the poppy fields and the people had no choice but to turn to cocaine(worse than weed). Jane told us that during her stay in Jamaica, there was one night when 21 people were killed...i was really shocked when i heard that, it's one thing to hear such thing on the news, it's another experience to actually hear it from someone...

Jane's Story

Jane was staying under a host family in Jamaica, she went there to seek recluse as she was suffering from depression and she wanted to get well. She decided to stay with a woman she met 10 years ago. This African woman (i shall now call her Herb Woman) was iliterate but has a lot of knowledge on natural herbs, and Jane thought that it would be a wonderful opportunity and honour to write a book to record down all the knowledge of the woman. However, Jamaica proved too dangerous to stay in, and at first most of the violence was localised at Kingston, but soon became widespread and the place Jane was staying at(she said it was a more touristy area) was placed under a ban and all tourists had to be sent back. (Sounds really terrifying right? We've all lived in such comfortable and protected surroundings, it's almost beyond us to actually believe that such a thing could happen...) Anyway, what happened was the government called on Herb Woman and asked her alot of questions regarding Jane and they placed Jane under the care of Herb Woman, meaning that Herb Woman would take responsibility of Jane's safety. Hence, Herb Woman became very obsessive(can't find a word for it), she felt that Jane had to be constantly within her sight, otherwise she might be charged for negligence(which was a bit crazy and silly). So whenever Herb Woman goes out to the market or anywhere else, she forces Jane to come along even though Jane wasn't feeling well. What Jane couldn't stand was the discrimination against the white in Jamaica. Whenever Herb Woman got angry with her, she would call Jane a "white woman"...and there were alot of expectations placed on Jane due to the fact that she was a white and whites are supposed to be rich. Herb Woman expected Jane to bring her riches and fortune, but what the former didn't understand was that Jane wasn't very rich herself and the purpose of her visit was to get treated from depression. So things got worse and Jane got robbed (she believed it was Herb Woman who planned it). After which, Jane left the country and returned to Canada.

Interesting eh? Most of the time we hear about discrimination of blacks, chinese, etc...never knew that discrimination against whites would be that pervasive too...

we went up to the citadel in Halifax the next day, the view from up there is pretty good :)

Canons again! Lolx, we've been seeing so many canons, you might think we have some slight fetish for this merciless guns...

Nice view of the clock tower!

Another nice place we went to was the Farmer's Market at Keith's Brewery, it's only open on Saturdays from 7am-12.30pm. It's really the authentic kinda market you'll find in Europe countries. There were violionists playing their concertos, street musicians strumming their guitars and there were many stalls selling fresh produce (meat, seafood, tea, smoothies, bread, cupcakes, cookies, chinese food, maple syrup,fruits, crafts, hand-made jewelry, paintings, etc.) Over there, we visited one of the Japanese girls Bee got to know in Quebec. Ai(the Jap girl) is currently on a working holiday in Canada and will be returning to Japan soon. She was working at one of the Cafe at the Farmer's Market called City Deli. The boss, Jean Paul, who was a French ol' man, was really friendly and warming. He comes from St. Pierre and Miquelon, which is an island in the North Atlantic Ocean, 25km off the coast of Newfoundland,Canada. It's really weird though, cause St.Pierre and Miquelon belongs to France, not Canada, even though it is essentially in North America.

And guess what?!

Bee and I got offered a job! Haha, Jean Paul was asking us to go get work permits cause we got a job in City Deli...lolx. Would be nice to work there though! I'll get to taste all the tasty French dishes that Jean Paul cooks for Ai ever so often, she's tried wild rabbits even!

Farmer's Market! (my fave place in Halifax)

(Bee, Jean Paul (future boss, lolx) & I)

Cupcakes!!! So pretty right?!!

Strawberry Cream Cheese Croissant & Oatmeal Raisin Cookie *licks lips*

Saturday Menu for City Deli (Jean Paul should pay me for promoting his Cafe for him!)

the mind-boggling, gut-wrenching, stomach-churning thrill of a lifetime

i couldn't get to sleep yesterday after watching sooo many youtube videos of roller coaster rides in six flags, which happens to be THE amusement park to go for the FREAKIEST, CRAZIEST roller coaster rides in the world. It's located in Los Angeles, which i will be visiting this coming May, and yes, I'm going to go to SIX FLAGS!! But i'd probably settle for milder kids ride like ermm....the Buccaneer (aka pirate ship, lolx). It's scary hor...don't believe...click on the link below to see what i mean...it's DEFINITELY scarier than roller coasters in Genting:

Buccaneer(NOT a PUSSY ride)

See! Damn scary right?! So high la! No? Whatever...you're the scaredy-cat...You're only saying it's not scary cause you're watching it, you're NOT riding it

But what got me really freaked out was the Tatsu, Goliath & actually most of the roller coaster rides in six flags. Tatsu is like the fastest, longest, tallest roller coaster in the entire world, so you get what i mean. Wana die fast, just hop on and join the ride. So not funny. I read that a reality tv show in American called "Who wants to be a Superhero?", where contestants compete against each other in a series of tests which reflect what superheroes really stand for. And one of the tasks was to take the TATSUUUUuuuuu. Here's a video of the ride...WARNING: NOT FOR THE FAINT HEARTED (might suffer from a bit of queasiness if viewed just before sleeping):



Tatsu (world's longest,tallest, fastest roller coaster)



Goliath(yet another freak ride created by freak inventors at six flags)



The only ride, i conclude, that i would even contemplate taking is Ninja, Dive Devil and Goldrusher...check it out...

Ninja!

Dive Devil!

Okay, i guess i got too excited about going to Six Flags, lolx, but i was trying to see if it would be worth the 27bucks i'll be paying to go there. You know, must check out the rides to see if i actually DARE to ride them mah...what if i end up going there only to ride the carousel?!! Don't worry, i'd probably wouldn't tell if i DO ACTUALLY end up taking just the carousel, i'd just take a snap shot with the tatsu & goliath & the likes & i'll just be like,"Oh! Yar! I took them ALL, DAMN SCARY..." *nods head*...

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Last but not least,

HAPPY BELATED 21st BIRTHDAY MYRNA!!!

happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday my dear fwen, happy birthday to you!!

jiayou for your exams alright! And have lotsa fun after that!! Miss ya girl!!