October 2, 2012
The sky was dark and the clouds were low but some people sure did not mind – some people meaning me and my friends. We were Manila bound to watch the Keane concert that was going to be held at the Arena, Mall of Asia. It was fairly dry that morning and relatively warm around noon but knowing the Los Baños (that is in Laguna) weather, I knew it in my heart that it would rain anytime that afternoon. Well, not really heart (I apologize for the sappy expression). I think it was more like an intuition or I just knew how to read cloud formations. (I should get a job as a weather girl. Anyways…)
We left at around 3 pm. It was already drizzling by then. And we arrive at 5:30 pm at the Mall of Asia.
The concert would not start until 8 pm so we had time to kill. We were walking around the grounds when I noticed that my flats were frothing at the rim. The first thing that went to my head was, “Where the hell have I been stepping?”
See, I have this thing where I’m walking and I don’t really look at where I’m going so sometimes I end up with a foot on a puddle or some hole. I did try and be more careful but, hey, we have flaws. All God’s children. So I just wiped the bubbles off and walked on. I did not dwell on it much since, at that moment, I was wrapped in this overwhelming feeling of being at the concert and seeing Keane live for the first time. To make this event more monumental, this would be the very first concert that was done by an international artist that I was very much looking forward to go to. The hype was on and my speculations about the origin of the bubbles abruptly evaporated. Nothing was going to stray me from Keane. All systems on go. This was it! (see blog: Kudos to Keane)
Eventually, the concert ended and we had to head back. Since it was very late, a friend offered us his home where we could stay for the night. Honestly, he did not have much choice. There was no way we could get back to Laguna at that hour of the night. There would definitely be no buses by the time the jeepney arrived at the bus station.
After getting off the jeepney, my friends and I walked for a few blocks. While we were walking, I had this tingling sensation in my toes like that feeling whenever I wash my clothes – the way my hands feel with all the detergent. I looked down and I saw the damn bubbles again but this time, it covered half my foot. My friends noticed it too and they asked me what was happening with my foot. Well, they did not ask me how I got the bubbles. They were more accusatory that I did not know how to rinse after I wash my stuff. I told them that I rinsed it. I remember rinsing it. I think I remember rinsing it. But my defense did not level and I ended up accepting the thought that, hey, at least I clean my shoes on a regular basis. Do you?
There were still a few blocks more and the frothing was becoming heavy. It was quite the spectacle. I was beginning to feel my face flush. Thank God it happened at night. There weren’t many people on the road and it was dark so I thought (more like hoped) no one noticed. (That’s a weird thing to be thankful about especially at night and we were in a place we weren’t familiar of… I was not familiar of.) We finally got to my friend’s house and there I decided to rinse the now fluffy bedtime slippers. For dinner, we ate meatloaf and bacon which tasted like breakfast in a 5 star hotel (I have never been in a 5 star hotel but I assume that the food there would be exemplary). We really did not expect the dinner. Well, I didn’t. I was thinking arriving at the place, borrowing a shirt and sleeping on the couch kind of deal. I think our deal just got sweeter. I was so tired that I dosed off before I was able to revisit the pictures from the concert.
We were all sluggish the next day. None of us wanted to go back. I think we still suffered from the hangover that was Keane. (The concert was just -- it took me on a new high. Not that kind of high. I was never high… ever.) I was hoping that my jeans and shoes would have dried by then but the rain has been pouring since the concert and I had a feeling it was not planning to back down anytime soon. There was no helping it. I wore my very cold jeans and very damp shoes and had to kick my butt awake to go back to Laguna. I knew it was going to be a long chilly trip. I wasn’t even praying that the rain would stop. I guess I just did not mind. The concert was still buzzing in my head. It was a good thing that I had my player with me so I could relive the moment. (Oh Tom…)
We were back on the same path we took last night. I had almost forgotten about the bubbling incident when my friends pointed it out again. I told them that I had rinsed it last night and I swore that I did not see any more bubbles. Obviously, the once-again-present bubbles forming on the surface of my shoes did not strengthen my case. And to make it worse, it was day time. There were more people on the streets and I knew what they were looking at. I knew what they were smirking about. They had the same look my friends had. Damn the rain and my inability to rinse properly. And then it hit me.
Self-cleaning shoes!
Imagine: You’re a busy person, lots of stuff to do, meetings, appointments yada yada. You’re too busy and you’re too focused on work. You don’t care about the elements. You could not care much about rain. So it’s out of your list. Out of mind. But then, you just can’t help it, it rains. And your shoes become soaked and filthy but you don’t have the time. Ladies and gentlemen, introducing the Self-cleaning shoes! Comes with its own detergent! All you need is rain water and voila! In a minute or two of walking, your shoes will instantly clean itself! Try it now! Money back guaranteed! (I watch a lot of the shopping channel. I know. It’s sad.)
Wouldn’t that fun? I documented the phenomenon when I was finally at my apartment. I did not document it a while back because I’m extremely cautious about taking out gadgets on public. Electronic gadgets are hot on the eyes if you know what I mean. Plus, I always take public transportation so flaunting my camera is a no-no. Here are a few pictures and a video.
Shoes with bubbles.
Bubbles formed as I walked
I’m looking forward to seeing this idea take flight. I mean, it’s not a bad idea. It’s not the smartest either but it could be something (I hope). I could hope, right?
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