August 17, 2007
Mood: contemplative
Yeah, I was in a car accident.
I was gonna say car crash, but it wasn't that serious. Some truck driver just plowed into the vehicle we were in, resulting in one of the most unforgettable moments in my life.
Well, granted, that memory did join the other memories that I chucked into my own well of oblivion... memories of a past flame that I worked so hard to bury, only to retrieve again for all is well now.Did that make sense? Of course it didn't.
Anyway... so I remembered that accident. In every detail.
BTW, this happened at around 2004... back when I was in my 2nd year of High School (8th grade).
What happened was that, a friend and I were going home from school. So, we took the usual route and took the usual ride (a jeepney. Search for it; one of the icons of the Philippines.) We were, however, robbed of our usual spot; the seat by the entrance. Some random lady was sitting there. So we had to sit contented... erm... how do I explain it... ah, screw that. Here's a drawing I made with my mad paint skillz...
There. Everything's clearer now eh?
We had no idea how crucial that seating arrangement would be.
A few minutes into the journey, everything was going well... until...
Here's what I remember;
The sound of tires screeching.
A bang; metal against metal.
Glass breaking.
Eerie silence.
By that time, my mind was reeling. Jumbled thoughts, visions, premonitions, whatever you call it.
I remember feeling like everything was in slow motion, and then looking out the window while the jeepney spun around from the force of the crash... the light outside was bright... too bright. Then, I heard Piper from Charmed's voice -- "You know as well as I do that you can't stop death from coming."
Surprisingly enough, and I never would have thought I would've done so... but the first words I uttered then were, "Dianne, are you alright? Are you sure you're alright?!" (Dianne's the name of my friend). I'm pretty sure that my eyes were a bit glassed over by that time, still caught up in that weird vision and all. Plus, the back of my head hit the metal frame of the window. Thankfully though, I was still in shock so the throbbing pain I was supposed to be feeling hadn't manifested yet.
I don't exactly recall what happened next... but I do remember zoning out. Then I was snapped out of that little reverie by my friend calling me, "Hey! Hey! Bea! Get out of there!!". As I scrambled out of the jeepney, I saw that the lady sitting next to me was injured and bloody, and so was the lady sitting by the entrance.
Here's another pic to explain the situation.
Pretty weird eh?
Weird and a bit... I don't really have a word for it, but all I know is that I get goosebumps every time I think of it.
Someone was definitely looking out for us that day.
So me and my friend just kinda stood there, shaken but otherwise okay. The scene was terrible. It wasn't that bad but it was terrible to look at. The back of the jeepney was wrecked, and the lights were shattered... I remember seeing broken pieces of glass scattered everywhere. One piece was coated with blood.
The adrenaline rush I got was fading away, and I could then feel a terrible throbbing pain where my head hit the window. So my friend took me to her house, which thankfully wasn't that far away, and we kinda sat there in silence while her housemate tended to the bump on my head.
What happened afterwards isn't that relevant... just something about my grandma getting pissed off and me getting pissed off AND hurt. Meh... doesn't matter.
At school, the next day, we made sure to hug every single person we knew... knowing full well what could've happened to the two of us.
I'm pretty sure my then-boyfriend said something nice to me... I just can't remember what it is. Ah well... maybe if I dig around some more...
August 14, 2007
Mood: *so sad. :'(*
First off...
I haven't really written anything substantial in this blog. I usually do. But it seems that my muse has gone away for a vacation, and that I have run out of creative juice. So, that's that. I can't even complain creatively about something...
And now, I'm suffering from PPD.
PPD, for the uninitiated, means Post-Potter Depression.
If you still don't know what that means, then you probably a) are clueless, b) don't live on planet Earth, c) only come out of the house once every 50 years, d) are Laura Mallory, or e) all of the above.
PPD, basically, is a newly discovered disease affecting millions of people worldwide. It began spreading like wildfire as early as July 22, 2007, when the fast-readers of the Harry Potter fanbase plowed through their Deathly Hallows book, finished early, and realized that there was nothing left to live for. No more midnight releases, no more theorizing, no more anticipation.
The world officially ended last July 21.
Some people were fortunate enough to have a strong immune system. Said people had an antibody called De Nial. Unfortunately, this antibody is only strong enough to withstand PPD for a limited period of time. The amount of time is also dependent on certain psychological factors, i.e., if the patient refuses to look at anything related to Harry Potter, does not visit HP related sites, or basically tries to forget that such a thing like HP existed, then he/she might be able to hold off PPD for a longer period of time. Such action strengthens the immune system, and brings about a newer and stronger strain of the antibody De Nial.
Unfortunately, De Nial is a double-edged sword. While it helps fight PPD, it also has a so-called 'Rebound Effect'. That is to say, if the patient suddenly touches something, even the smallest of things that is HP related, he/she will have a complete mental breakdown. While people with weaker immune system (those without De Nial) will also suffer from this, they will do so gradually. People with De Nial, on the other hand, will suffer instantaneously. These people are in more danger because PPD will attack so rapidly that they might go into shock.
Symptoms of the mental breakdown;
- sudden withdrawal from society
- sudden urge for isolation (locking oneself in one's room)
- long periods of time spent staring off into space
If you or your loved ones are exhibiting these symptoms, call for help immediately. These are warning signs that PPD is seeping in. Call for help before it's too late; before PPD completely manifests.
Symptoms for PPD;
- Depression (duuhh...)
- Endless crying/sobbing/wailing/bawling; often accompanied with cries of "(insert HP character here)!! Why did you have to die?!"
- HP books being thrown all over the room, only to be carefully picked up again, hugged, then thrown again.
- Insomnia (HP dreams keep on cropping up; reminding patient of what has been)
- Sudden fits of crying when something HP related is seen
- Patient gets desperate desire to read other books to divert attention from Potter being over, only to give up, reread Deathly Hallows, and cry endlessly again
- Patient makes stupid and futile attempts to write blog posts poking fun at PDD to strengthen De Nial, only to fail miserably
I...
*cries*
Why did Remus have to die?!
August 8, 2007
Mood: extremely excited, nervous and scared
I'm scared.
Portus 2008 : July 10-13, 2008 , Dallas, Texas
Accio 2008 : July 25-27, 2008, Oxford, England
I finally got the go ahead signal from my mother to go alone unsupervised to these events.
And I am scared.
I am excited though, cause it's gonna be tons of fun, I'm gonna go meet a bunch of friends that I've never met before. It's a Harry Potter convention, and it's gonna be glorious!!
But I am a bit frightened at the prospect of traveling alone.
Heck, I'm scared out of my wits!!!
I have a lot of "what if's", "what now's", "how's", and stuff running around my mind. But ah, things will sort themselves out.
And as my mom said, "You can read English, you can speak English, I see no reason why you'd get lost." See my mom, the Sagittarius. :D
I'm soooo excited! Words cannot describe the excitement I'm feeling right now. If I could, I'd pack my suitcase right now and wander off... but I can't! I need more money, more time, more preparations, more everything!!
And I'll have to ask my mom's help about ticket reservations and stuff... I've no problem with Dallas, cause someone's gonna pick me up. But you know what scares me the most?
England's train stations.
They've got a whole web of trains!! Honestly! I don't understand a thing!! I'm scared!! Accio sounds like a formal but fun event, and it's in England! ENGLAND!! But it's gonna be my first time there and I'll be all alone!!
Well, granted, two people I know whom I've never met are gonna be there too but that's beyond the point.
I do know an Englishman, but I'm too shy to bug him for help. Honestly. Maybe as a last resort.
Jerry! You have to freakin' help me!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!
I am at the verge of panicking; yet the event is a year away!! Holy crap!! >_<;; I guess I'll just have to reassure myself that it's all gonna be okay. That everything's gonna sort themselves out...
