Scaredy-Cats Love Suspense Novels

Before I went to bed last night, I figured I better finish The Dark Half by Stephen King before actually shutting my eyes to call it a night. So with barely a hundred pages left, I finished the book and then I lay down and did what I haven’t done in a while: I left the big lights on as I sleep.

I love horror/suspense literature. I like them because I’m a scaredy cat. In the same way that my grandmother loves cookbooks because she loves to cook, I love suspense novels because I love feeling that tingle and that rush you get when you actually take all the stuff you read to be true.

I love the feeling of uncertainty and paranoia in the middle of the night, just before I close my eyes to sleep. I love looking at the clock and commanding myself to sleep before the witching hour which, contrary to popular belief isn’t 12 midnight but actually 3am; and I love panicking when I can’t sleep before the witching hour.

I love how the vivid images of the suspense novel I read play in my head like an old film reel on imax.

This fear and the love of being freaked out got so bad that I eventually grew afraid of the dark. And no, it’s not just this fear you brush off like the shudder you make after peeing. One time I got so scared that I clammed up, felt cold sweat on my brow and after a couple of seconds, heaved a deep breath because I realized I haven’t been breathing.

Before you get smart with me and tell me, “What about the theatre? You’re scared of that too?”

No.

I only get scared when my imagination decides to take flight without me. Through the years I realize that I get scared of the dark when I want it to scare me. I get scared of it when I am presented with a perfect opportunity.

Because scaredy-cats like suspense novels. Me? I’m in-love with them.

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Sex Sounds in the Fx

I have been commuting my whole life and have had my fair share of WTF moments but nothing ever really prepared me for this one. If you have been reading this blog, you know that I’ve started a series called Hazards of Commuting wherein I share funny (most of the time horror) stories of my commute to work.

If you have read some posts on my blog, you would know also that I’m a chismosa. When I commute, I tend to listen to other people’s conversations. Usually it’s not that interesting so I tune them out. But there is one thing that I can’t tune out even if I tried; and that is the driver’s radio. No, not the FM radio but the radio-radio they use to tell each other if the streets are clogged with vehicles or if there’s a cop right up ahead.

So I was on my way home and took the usual Quiapo Fx. I was sitting in the middle part. I had a lot of things going on in my mind so I was oblivious to the world around me. The Fx started moving and I was going to drift off to sleep when I heard the radio kssshk-kssshk’d. I know that sound and right then I knew that I won’t be getting any sleep. I would be too preoccupied listening to their street jargons like “kilo kilo” or “5-10″ or “dogger”

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So I listened. Do you know that it takes considerable skill to decipher what they’re saying? It’s not that easy! I paid more attention and little by little the words started making sense.

“pahipo naman… pahipo naman”

That wasn’t shocking for me. They always joke around when they use their radios. I once heard them talk about a passenger who was about to get off saying that she had nice, smooth legs: “the kind you’d lick” So, yeah. What I heard after that was what shocked me.

It was the sound of a woman’s voice. And she was making sex sounds.

“Unnhh… aaahh! ahh!! UNGGHH!!! AH!!”

I am not shitting you. I swear on my belly fat that I am NOT shitting you. You might be thinking that I’m just hearing things. That those sounds weren’t sex sounds but simple, harmless grunts. Heck, the girl could be pushing around furniture, right? On the driver’s radio? Right. Well, if those were innocent sounds, I don’t suppose the driver had to turn his radio off, right?

But he did. He turned it off. And so we, the passengers, were stuck in awkward silence. I had to command every muscle in my body to concentrate on NOT laughing. Seriously.

After a while, he turned the radio on again, but he turned it on little by little. The volume was barely audible at first but when you finally got to hear it:

“Arayy koooo… uhnnnn!” the girl’s voice was loud and clear as crystal.

The driver immediately turned it off.

I would have laughed really but instead I made a mental note that I am so blogging about this. (yes I am a nerd) I fell asleep after that and woke up just in time for me to get off. This whole experience makes me wonder though…

… WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT ALL ABOUT?! Seriously! What! The! Fuck! Hahaha! Do they serve audio porn now for lonely Fx drivers? Damn!

Oh well I guess I’ll never know.

You can trust Executive Optical. :)

So remember the geek frames I bought yesterday? I went to the mall to have the lenses replaced. It’s supposed to be a simple process of taking out the clear lens and then replacing it with ones that correspond to your ‘grade’ (mine is 300) but I knew that things would not be that simple. Some frames, especially the cheap ones, cannot be tampered that easily. Some would even break. So I knew that I had to ask around if replacing the lenses of my new frames would be possible.

I went to around 3 or 4 optical shops and they all turned me down. They said that if they attempt to replace the lenses, my frames might break so they can’t do it. I was majorly disappointed that they wouldn’t even try. I didn’t go to Executive Optical because I know that they charge more than the other optical shops but I was desperate this time. I wanted to use the frames so so bad.

Rejected everywhere except for one!

So I went to Executive Optical and asked them if they can do something with the lens. After waiting for a few minutes, they told me that they can do it but I have to agree with the non-liability agreement thing they have. They can’t make sure that my frames would go undamaged.

“Ah, I understand, the frames may break” I told the girl holding my frames.
“Oh no, it’s not that. The bottom part might get scratches or it might get chipped or something” she said.

Oh. So THAT’S it? That’s what the people at the other optical shops are so afraid of? LOL If they only knew how much those frames cost. Heh. So I eagerly said yes, okay, I am not holding you guys accountable if something happens to my frames. My boyfriend was a bit skeptical though and he kept reminding me that if my frames broke, I would have wasted 1.3k for absolutely nothing. It was a bit unnerving yes, but the desire to use the frames was too great. I decided to trust EO.

We watched The Time Traveler’s Wife as our Koala Date movie. Good movie, by the way. I can see how Rachel McAdams is to heartbreaking love stories as Julia Stiles is to Shakespeare remakes. Though I couldn’t see the chemistry in some parts of the movie, that didn’t stop me from thoroughly enjoying it.

After the movie, we returned to EO and I received my glasses. No scratches, no chips, no defects. The lenses were perfect and the frames were totally usable. I was so happy and giddy that I would have given EO a tip if it were possible! So hah! Take that, other optical shops! ~X(

Geek in a Dress

I knew I shouldn’t have agreed to meet up with the guys at Trinoma. I splurged (again!) Oh man. I really should control this. In any case, here’s the latest addition in my small wardrobe:

When I saw this yellow dress, I just couldn’t put it down. The yellow was so yummy and the material was something that I would always go for. It wasn’t flimsy or clingy. I was sure that it wouldn’t go around showing all the fat in my belly. I looked at the price, okay, less than a thousand bucks. Still within my budget. Then I tried it on.

Usually I would be disappointed with tube dresses like this because the garters hang onto my boobs in such an unflattering way. This one didn’t. Well, at least not as much. And I really like the ribbons and the fabric underneath. I feel young and optimistic in this. So there, I bought it.

Then the geek glasses. I’ve been searching for spare frames because I feel that my current ones will die on me soon. (not yet not yet please!!) I saw these at PrP and as such with frames found outside optical shops, this one’s practically dirt cheap. I loved how it fit snugly onto my face so now I’m hunting for an optical shop that can change the lenses for me. Heh. Recommendations anyone?

Dress is from Bayo by the way and it’s the only one left of its kind. Don’t you just love it when that happens?