Way way back when I was living in the Compound of Extraordinary Development and Discovery (a.k.a. Brent Baguio) I usually took the jeep home after school. There was this one particular trip that I could not forget, since among the 20 or so passengers in the jeep I boarded, one was blind. He didn't have a seeing-eye friend with him, but he knew exactly where to get down. I was amazed at the time.
He was seated behind the driver; So I thought to myself, hell, he could've cheated by telling the driver about his destination. But what if I was wrong? What if this guy knew exactly where to get down? What if he knew, regardless of how fast or slow the jeep went, the number of left and right turns it took before he screamed "PARA!"?
It just goes to show how amazing God compensates the loss of a sense by enhancing others. Fast forward to one time that I decided to take a jeep to my new home here in Camp 7. I took a jeep to Bakakeng Norte, paid my fare, and, with hand on rail, head on arm, and eyes closed, I decided to feel to tell where I was at. I remember I was wrong with my assumption when I opened my eyes to confirm where I was at. If I remember, I was thinking we were already at Jade restaurant, when we were just at the Lion's club. I was off by around 300 meters. Bummer. These blind people must be geniuses in feelings, and probably in emotions. I guess Ray Charles and Stevie Wonder really felt their songs AND their women. Haha, being blind must be a legal excuse for a person to get touchy-feely, huh?
What a line. "Kiss me! I'm Blind!"
Speaking of touchy-feely, It was Valentine's Day 2 days ago. The current pandemic of hormones declares that it must be really sad if spend your time at home during that night. A reminder to myself and the rest of the single world: Patience is a Virtue. And a Penny Saved Is The Best Policy. Groan.
Elections have started. Let's all wear our Bullshit-wading boots and be careful; Oh, and look out for Tito Sotto's campaign ad. What you may not realize is that there's a part two to that clip - that of Tito Sotto banging the hell out of the lady who spoke in the actual ad. You'll get it when you watch it.
And speaking of commercials, imagine this one:
Bacon is delicious. In fact, it's what Generic Housewife has in the frying pan, happily cooking and filling the whole kitchen with an aroma that tantalizes the senses, and the spellbinding atmosphere is broken, if not for a moment, when she cries out "Honey, kain na!"
Generic Husband takes a seat in the dining room, and the camera focuses on the delicious golden-fried strips of bacon being slid out of the frying pan into a welcoming plate of rice and an egg cooked sunny side up.
It now focuses on Generic Husband taking his first bite; His eyes show apparent and rarely-seen satisfaction and as he chews, the words "Sarap ah!" barely come out of his mouth as Generic Housewife smiles back in accomplishment.
The camera now focuses out of the kitchen, through the window with the expected homely pots of flowers on the sill, and stops zooming out as the whole house is now seen.
A logo now appears on the screen, as the convenient masculine voice-over dictates...
..."Union Cement. Pamapatibay ng Bahay."
Think about it. It'll work.
Hope you guys are doing fine. God Bless You.