post halloween post

My new office building is old-school, with dark wood panels and mirrors in the hallways. It is reminiscent of the '70s and I half expect to see Christopher de Leon in the driveway, clad in a pale blue polyester shiny suit with wide shoulders and wider bottoms. Getting down from a BMW 3.3 Li Sports Limousine circa '77, opening the door for Rio Locsin in perhaps a Christian Espiritu and hair teased into her famous waves. See what early mornings do to me?

fear. Monday last week, a foreigner was found dead in one of the residential units. In our floor. According to the grapevine, he died of a heart attack that Sunday. What a Halloween/All Souls' weekend. The girls were scaring themselves with stories of meeting the dead man in the elevator. *Salamat ha.* This led me to imagining creepy scenarios when, one day, on a candy run across the building, I got in the elevator with a huge foreign man, about the same age as the deceased. Great. He must have seen how startled I was when he asked, *did I scare you?* Momeee.

halloweening. I was all prepped for a Friday night scary-movie marathon with the girls, and we had a modern Twilight Zone series (forgot the title) that bordered on B- gruesome, bloody and plain stupid. Then we moved on to The Strangers, starring Liv Tyler and Scott Speedman- gorgeous Scott, great for a couple of screams, but overall still stupid. I miss super-scary movies- how come there aren't any good ones being made now?

chupets. On to more juvenile pursuits. I woke up on my first weekend free to a cold Saturday morning and I rolled out of bed in my lovely, wonder-smell new orange hoodie. After a bit of breakfast, we went out to nearby National at Crossings, me still unkempt with an-out-of-bed look. I loved the fact that after a week of being all dressed up for work, I impulsively went out with nothing but my housekeys in my pocket, shades on, uncombed hair tied in a bun and a lollipop in my mouth. We spent the afternoon in a blissfully empty bookstore and I finished "browsing" a couple of books. Teehee. The geek in me loved all the paper products and the bargain bins. And I was a good girl; I didn't buy a new notebook, even if I desperately wanted to. I'm having paper-guilt, I still have several unfinished ones I cannot part with because of sentimental value.

In the afternoon, I was persuaded to go with some friends to Star City. Of all places. It's so hard to be perky when you're not really feeling well, but it didn't stop me from going on the bumper cars, alternately running and gingerly tip-toeing in the horror tunnel and the Mummy ruins, the standard (vs. the more complicated) roller coaster which led me to conclude that
damn, I am so getting old because I actually got scared, and my favorite- the pretty, pretty carousel ride. What's an amusement park trip without corndogs and ice cream, which we had our fill of. Luckily, I think more calories were spent walking and playing around, so that absolved the guilt from the food trip. The truly scary part though, was when the car wouldn't start on the way home and we had to wait awhile since it was raining.The tune of 200 bucks was more than enough for "kind strangers" to help us out by supercharging the batteries. Sheesh.

I miss more idyllic days of childhood Halloween games of Jason vs. Freddy, a
morbid game I played with grade school friends and with one named Jason
who was, because of his name, perennially It. So chupets and fun.