That's right... MCR saved my life. There. I said it. And
don't gimme that "MCR is crap" shit. I actually have a liking to their
music.... AND, you know... I used to
think that the saying was very, very stupid. Until it actually
happened...But before I go on to that... I'd like to talk to you guys about how I got a whole crapload of autographs from them!
My dad came back from Manila, Philippines just this morning... and he said, "Oh, (girl-tarist), you have something from your aunt here..." And I was all like, "WOooo Hooo!" because I knew what it was...
My aunt works for a promotional company, and on January 25th, she met the band she was promoting: My Chemical Romance. She was nice enough to get their autographs for me! The whole band was there, which was great. So, I have a great big blue poster with the words "THX (girl-tarist)!" written all over it with little scribbly marks resembling the bands' names. I also have a new Black Parade CD (which they also signed), as well an extra CD booklet with "To (girl-tarist) & (sister)"! They wrote my naaaame. hahaha.
SO ANYWAY, last February, I bought my tickets to see MCR at the ACC in Toronto on May 11, 2007. However, on that very day, was my aunt's 50th birthday party complete with a GUH-ZILLION guests, and LOTS AND LOTS of OILY filipino food. My mom was pretty mad.. because my aunt is her best friend. During the couple weeks before the concert, I started getting massive attacks of what I thought was heart burn . I was absolutely dying. Every time I ate something as little as a cracker, I would hurt.
On the day of the concert, I didn't eat anything almost the whole day. I just didn't have time to because I was late for work. After work, I high-tailed it to the concert, and still didn't eat anything (it was a great concert, by the way). Then... on the way home, my sister got some fries from MacDonald's. I was sooooo hungry... so I asked her for just 1 fry. I thought to myself, "1 fry isn't going to hurt me!" So I ate it. We got home, and I suddenly started to feel hurt inside. So, stupidly, I decided to sleep it off. Early next morning, there was a HUUUUUUUUUUGE pain in my chest. It felt like someone stabbed me.... I was then taken to Emergency where I then stayed in the Hospital for a whole PAINY HEART-STABBY week to treat me for GALLSTONES.
Stupid one fry.
On
a side note... I
also found out later that March.... that I had an opportunity to go to
China to teach in schools (for a month) but I couldn't find my passport
in time for the sign-up
deadline. My extreme appreciation for MCR came from the fact that their music was easy enough for me to learn... Therefore making me buy MCR tickets --> making me not able to go to OIL-FEST FILIPINO party, and CHINA. OH GOD. IMAGINE if I went to China... If one fry could cause me to go into Emergency, think of what would have happened if I had a whole filipino meal, or went to eff-ing china! OMG.
Thank you, MCR. You've saved my life.
I'm an avid believer in "everything happens for a reason" thing. God has a plan for me. And, that was His plan. Stopping me from going to my aunt's party, and stopping me from venturing to China... because He KNEW i was going to get sick.
Thank You, GOD! You save my life all the time. You're sooo good at that!
| My Profile
MCR Saved My Life! There I said it. blog
hahaha. 
. I was absolutely dying. Every time I ate something as little as a cracker, I would hurt. 
