Tuesday, January 27, 2009

Welcome The Year of the Ox!



So where were you last night at the celebration of the first day of the Year of the Ox? We were invited to a dinner at the Summer Palace, where the highlight of the evening was a Dragon and Lion dance performance by the Philippine Ling Nam Athletic Federation.





By 8:30 PM drums started to beat, fireworks were set and everyone gathered at the lobby where 5 lions were dancing and a dragon was chasing a fireball.


According to Wikipedia, and my Chinese friend, we were seeing a Chinese southern lion dance, which is said to be symbolic and is usually performed as a ceremony to exorcise evil spirits and to summon luck and fortune. "The southern lion exhibits a wide variety of colour and has a distinctive head with large eyes, a mirror on the forehead, and a single horn at center of the head. The lion dance also symbolises the myth of the Chinese new year. The Lion dance is often confused with the Chinese Dragon Dance, which features a team of around ten or more dancers. The Lion Dance usually consists of two people."






The Philippine Ling Nam troupe is well-known and they make sure to adhere to the old customs. For instance, lion dancers would first visit the temple before they make their way to the store front of businesses. The business would tie a red envelope filled with money (ang pao) to a head of lettuce and hang it high above the front door.



The lion will approach the lettuce like a curious cat, consume the lettuce and spit out the leaves but not the money.




The lion dance is supposed to bring good luck and fortune to the business and the dancers receive the money as reward. The tradition becomes a mutual transaction. At the Shang (and in our office) we saw that lettuce/pechay and oranges tied in the ang pao. These were used to create pseudo barriers and challenges.




The Philippine Ling Nam troupe is composed of young boys and girls, who interchangeably beat the drums and do the dance, presumably ranked according to their performance and experience. Each lion is guided by one student,as the lion makes its way across the narrow halls, in between tables and maneuvering amongst the sea of people who wanted to have their picture taken with them.



The lion dancers, the white and pink lions were playfully eating the oranges, and after they spit out orange peels, re-arranged the stack of oranges to form the symbol of gold, signifying that in exchange for the ang pao given by the Shang, more wealth will come their way.










Of course, while at Summer Palace, one can only expect the best Chinese dishes.








Can I just tell you what the menu was?




Fried shanghai dumplings
Steamed pork siomai with shrimps
Fried mango shrimp rolls
Whole suckling pig







Shark's fin soup with crabmeat
Fried king prawn balls coated with cornflakes





Braised fookien rice
Beef tenderloin with black pepper sauce
Chopped piglets
Fried efu noodles with straw mushrooms, kuchay and scallops
Soft shell crabs with oatmeals




And for dessert--


Chilled lemon grass jelly with sherbet
Fried tikoy with taro potatoes
Sweet potato pastries




I kid you not. Here is the menu as proof.


























But then again, I know you believe me.

XOXO,

A


Thanks S1! That was indeed, a meal to remember.


Sunday, January 25, 2009

Paris, France




Cie is in France and while there, visited 91 Rue De Paris for a lovely purchase.


Friday, January 23, 2009

If I Were Nicki

If I were xxx lbs lighter, and a hundred times richer, I'd wear this tomorrow.




For accessories, maybe a cameo chain necklace





or a bib necklace.





When it's hot and humid, maybe I'd wear this one instead






For summer I'd wear this swimsuit














-but finish the look with these.










For evening wear, with socials and cocktails, I'd love this LBD rendition.









Maybe one accessory.














And killer shoes.













In the meantime, maybe just the shoes?
Imitation pa ha-ha.

Happy weekend, everyone!

Friday, January 16, 2009

Zero Fare Alert: Where Would You Want to Go?

Cebu Pacific's zero fare alert is out. Book now til Jan 22 for low fares in Asia. When I received the alert, I had only one question in mind: where do I want to go?

a. Hongkong (Ime and L want to do Disneyland, I've been to Tokyo Disneyland twice, but not yet in HK)
b. Cambodia (This will be a photography tour with L. Marco said the time to travel is Feb when it’s not too hot to see the ruins)
c. Bangkok – as the girls want to shop


There will be 10 long holidays in 2009, so if you want to book these dates, subscribe to the alert. Thank God for cheap airfare. If this is possible from Asia to Europe, I'd book my way now to Paris, Cie!

1. April 4-6: Three-day weekend before the Easter break- April . The observance of Araw ng Kagitingan (Day of Valor) on April 9 (Thursday) was moved to the nearest Monday which is April 6. This will be followed by the Easter holidays from April 9 (Maundy Thursday) until April 12 (Easter Sunday).

2. May 1-3 : Labor Day is a friday - May 1 (Friday)

3. Independence Day - June 12 (Friday)

4. Ninoy Aquino Day - August 21 (Friday)

5. National Heroes Day - August 31 (Monday)

6. Bonifacio Day - November 30 (Monday)

7. Christmas Day - December 25 (Friday); and,

8. Rizal Day - December 30 (Wednesday).

9. All Saints Day - November 1 (Sunday) and All Soul's Day - November 2 (Monday);

10. New Year's Eve - December 31 (Thursday).

Tuesday, January 13, 2009

Benjamin Button vs Slumdog Millionaire


One movie is made from an American perspective (from a short story by F. Scott Fitzgerald), the other, from a British production house, based on an Indian original book (Q & A by Vikas Swarup). One is a product of the Hollywood machine: the original plot tweaked to fit a better, generally more acceptable storyline that would guarantee box-office success. The other, a collaborative effort between the Indians and the British, tells a story from a fresh perspective. I watched these two on the same day, and originally thought I'd like The Curious Case of Benjamin Button better, but no, I was drawn to the one who showed a better way of telling a story.

At first there was so much buzz about Brad Pitt's acting and the digital aging created the desired effect, the drama to the story. I was also looking if Cate Blanchett would act differently this time, her presence and voice usually so strong it becomes the same portrayal of a powerful character. The pace, the storytelling, the scenes were dramatic and what one would expect to see from a good film. I had trouble trying to compare this with Slumdog Millionaire but in the end I did not know where Slumdog's storytelling would lead me, and that left me anticipating the next scenes. The plot had all the ingredients to a third-world everyday story, in fact, like a Pinoy's where there is poverty, slums, streetchildren (think Yagit), syndicate (reminiscent of the plots of any Lito Lapid or FPJ movie), even dancing (ala Bollywood, Regal Film's teen movies or movies by Marya would have dance numbers as the credits roll up), mass following for a popular TV game show or a contest (just imagine the empty streets when Pacman fights), the kontrabida character who is kulot and has thick eyebrows (Salim). The only things missing are the sampalan and sabunutan. And that is the huge difference. The story unfolds with each question Jamal Malik answers in his quest for a million, and the story builds up slowly. You thought you won't get past through the slum scene when the aerial shot of the slums is shown, but it ends in laughter with Jamal getting the autograph of his idol, fully covered in shit. Those scenes in fact, from their childhood are haunting because you can see the joy in the children's faces as they play with other kids, getting in trouble with the local police, not really fully aware of the plight they are born into.

Watch the movie and take the journey with Jamal. The journey would take you to sadness, anger, anticipation, and in between, a good dose of hearty laughter. You would be elated at this new way of telling a story so familiar it can be ours. A story that captivated millions and has reaped many awards.

Monday, January 12, 2009

Europe



My good friend C is leaving for Europe today. France, Austria and London.
She is of course, buying her Louis Vuitton in France.

Waah! Buti pa ang topshop jacket ko makarating dun..

Monday, January 05, 2009

First 2009 Purchases




Just when I thought I am utterly, hopelessly lost in the world of television (I am hooked and feel like a dummy gazing at the abyss; I could not turn my back sometimes, especially with the likes of shows like TMZ which is really pointless), I find myself in Fully Booked the other day, and my choice of books are all, surprise, surprise, under the COOKERY section.

JAIME OLIVER's KITCHEN








AMY BESA AND ROMY DOROTAN's MEMORIES OF PHILIPPINE KITCHEN
Photos by Neil Oshima










Anthony Bourdain's KITCHEN CONFIDENTIAL











Here is a list of The New York Times's 10 Best Books of the year (unranked):

1. Toni Morrison's A Mercy
2. 2666: A Novel by Roberto Bolano
3. Unaccustomed Earth by Jhumpa Lahiri
4. The Forever War by Dexter Filkins
5. Netherland: A Novel by Joseph O'Neill
6. The Dark Side: The Inside Story of How The War on Terror Turned into a War on American Ideals by Jane Mayer
7. Nothing to Be Frightened Of by Julian Barnes
8. Dangerous Laughter: Thirteen Stories by Steven Millhauser
9. The World Is What It Is: The Authorized Biography of V. S. Naipaul by Patrick French
10. This Republic of Suffering: Death and the American Civil War by Drew Gilpin Faust

You can also see the Times's full list of 100 Notable Books from 2008 and compare this with amazon's listing at www.amazon.com

Thursday, December 25, 2008

The Simple Joys of Christmas

Enough about consumer capitalism and more about the spirit of Christmas. I have been on vacation leave since December 22, but have been prowling the city since the 20th. Did I say prowling? Crawling seemed more like it as the traffic is terrible amidst the busy Christmas season. Since then I have started taking real time off by slowing down my pace. But what does one do these 14 days of glorious end of the year vacation?

1. Reconnecting










2. Attending friend's special occasion: December is the new June. This month, I have been to two weddings already, and I have another one to attend to next week. Mark and Jen's wedding at Fernbrook in Alabang was especially haunting. I loved the scene when the church door opened, revealing the beautiful bride with her column gown, white veil standing long and lean against the dramatic backdrop of the lush mountain greenery. It was a very lovely sight. Jen was grinning from ear to ear as she was slowly walking down the aisle, all the while her eyes were locked onto Mark's. L and I felt a lot of envy- you see this couple met in 2005 in Singapore, back when L and I were already together. Their love story was simple, ours complicated. But it wasn't about us. Last Tuesday was about their love story, told perfectly by the couple over an excellent AVP rendition by Wally Gonzales. It was one of the best AVP's I've seen for a wedding.

3. Visiting our folks

4. Buying gifts: What can I say, it's shopping!

5. Anticipating the children's joyful look upon opening their gifts
I already received a text from one of them, " Ninang, thank you for the gift. Ang ganda po.- Matt"

6. Praying. Really, it's all about thanking Jesus for all my blessings this year. It seems I have been good, at least much better than last year.

7. Re-charging my energies for yet another busy year ahead.

8. Playing badminton daily. Yes! I have to lose at least 10 lbs and my target is to lose 15 in 2 months. I love love love badminton.

9. Rock Band! I love playing the drums, and my guitar skills are really inept compared to L. It is fun playing this especially with kids. The Rock Band Score Duel is grueling especially if a kid beats you to a pulp in rock star quotient.

10. Eating! One of the cards I received sent out wishes for PEACE LOVE FOOD this Christmas. Amen to that!

Merry Christmas!

I got my H&M Commes de Garcon sneakers and cardigan yesterday. Yes, a gift to myself! I checked my list more than twice and was surprised I gave away over 60 gifts this season. No wonder my ATM is busted and my credit card is almost torn in half. Tsk tsk, 'tis after all the season of giving. 60 gifts, which I shopped in a week's time. No wonder I'm drained. So, yes, a treat is certainly justified.

Personally, I recalled during mass tonight the many blessings I received this year, and this realization made me teary-eyed. The list just went on and on, especially being surrounded by love and support from family and friends. With that, I opened my eyes and saw that in spite the bad government, or economy, somehow, somewhere there is always hope for a brighter future. We only have to look in the right way.

Next year will be a much better year!

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

Wishlist

For the sake of dreaming, for the joy this exercise brings, for sheer wishful thinking, here are some crazy wishes this Christmas 2008.


1. I'd love to replace my dining table which is really just a coffee table for two. But no, it's not part of the budget this year. A wooden dining table for four is perfect in my daydream.





2. A chandelier. Yes, the crystal colored ones with clear glass-cut beads and candlelit sticks of the romantic era. Don't ask me where I'll place it. I have been buying plates since 1998, even if I moved to my own place in 2006 Ok?






3. A painting or two, or three. I am a lighting a painting and a dream couch away from my real style of living. Hahaha



4. 1-month yoga class. I am wishing I was more careful of my diet, now I am at the point of must return, and it is hard. I now need a much stronger force of will to lose the unwanted weight.

4. A Zara gc. What can I say, everyone loves Zara, but I love 'em most.

5. A lovely mini-dress creation from Eairth (Melissa Dizon). Shocks, I am hoping I become worthy of her creation so I try to lose weight before I even troop to her shop in Makati. I love the pieces worn by Daphne Osena.

6. A meal at Antonio's. I've never been, so obviously I should go. Grace's winning a car was supposed to take us there but we didn't have the chance to.Hmnn..

7. A macbook. Ok, a small laptop.

8. A swanky kitchen. Yes, I love cooking and eating. I have the perfect kitchen in mind.

9. A souvenir from the H&M and Commes de Garcon fashion collaboration.




10. A sweet i-pod dock for L's ipod. I am waiting for a sweet deal from Jun for a nice JBL unit.


11. Digital photoframe: I have seen this in Taipei 2 years ago, and I am waiting for the price to drop. The price here in Manila is still unbelievable at 9K for a Philips unit. It should cost only around 3K in Taipei on my next visit.

12. Booklight: You know how I have trouble sleeping and lights and noise distract me. This is a device that is like a bookmark but has a light when propped inside a book. Saw it on Oprah and love it!





In summary, we all can't have everything, but it sure is fun to dream!

Photos courtesy of Chuvaness, Tresorie and Lainey.

Monday, December 15, 2008

Holiday Surprise!

While Ysabel is celebrating her 4th birthday in KSA, and while Tito Jos is getting a second chance at life, finally working again, I spent the weekend with Mama and our youngest sibling. Last Sunday was a normal Sunday, except it felt good; it was more relaxed and a bit more deserving. How do I mean? There were many times in the past when we would go to the mall,eat out and watch a movie but there was a brooding sense of abnormality. There would be many things looming in our minds. Even if on the surface everything seems fine, you can't really enjoy the moment when you know one member of your family is in trouble.


Yesterday was perfect. We know Jos is fine. We know he gained twelve pounds over the last two months, we know he is working.
Ysa and Miguel, my niece and nephew, love him. So at last, Mama can breathe, and enjoy the moment. I notice this as I turn to Mama and tell her about Jos, what he's been up to, and what Eden, my sister, tells me over the phone and via emails. Hand in hand, we walk the Powerplant mall, her arm on my waist, my arm on her shoulder, while Kamille, my young brother's girlfriend, is entwined the same way to her.

"Ikwento mo nga ano ang nangyari sa yo noong Christmas party nyo...,
" she gently encourages me to tell her the reason why we were celebrating that day. She tells me that this is the reason Papa wanted to join us out today. Since Papa was feeling a bit under the weather, she is now asking me. I know she would repeat the things I said, maybe word for word, to him later that day.

I then told her that I was recently promoted, and while it was overdue, the unexpected announcement somehow made up for it. I myself didn't quite hear it, and had to ask if what I heard was right. You see, it was the president's moment of the program. He just awarded the Ten Most Outstanding Employees, and it was one of the highlights of the party as he is about to make his speech, usually thanking everyone for their contribution to a good year. He stood up and just as everyone was shouting, "Bonus, Bonus!", he asked me to stand up during his speech. If I remember it correctly, this is what he said.


"Congratulations to our most outstanding employees. Of course there is no award for the division level, but I would like (my name) to stand up."

(I was in a plaid shirt and cowboy hat, and sipping vodka, virtually unrecognizable with 10 lbs gained in 8 months, but I stand up.)
"As you all know, Food Service has grown over the past year and this has kept our company in a good position in spite the recent economic events..."


Okay, I admit it is all fuzzy at this point because for one, our president is mumbling over the mike, two, the sound system did not sound good and there are far too many voices while he was making a speech. I just heard my boss saying,

MD: "O, promoted!"
ME: "Ha?"
MD: "Yeah!!!"

Then there were cheers and greetings and the president was still standing in front but I couldn't hear the rest of what he was saying. Then everyone was congratulating me, including the drivers who whispered when I walked past them, "burger!burger!"


As I write this, I read the card my team gave me, and I know the reason why I didn't make a speech during my celebratory lunch, where they had an AVP and all.


Shy ako eh.



Hahaha.



It was because I am feeling the moment. It was the same feeling I had with Mama and the family last Sunday.

We just finished watching The Day The Earth Stood Still, and passed by Royce's. I decided to buy Nama Champagne Chocolate. We sat down on a makeshift stage, the nearest tambayan area. All four of us, my brother, Kamille, Mama and me stood agape at the package I bought. I opened up the package of Royce's chocolates.


"Wow," A thermal carton packaging,aside from its plastic take home bag.
"Oooh," There is small packet of dry ice along with the thermal carton.
"Aahhhh,"
What a lovely packaging on the chocolate box.
"Oooohhh," There is another plastic enclosure for the chocolates, to further keep it from melting.
"Oh wow!,"
A small fork to lift up each block of chocolate from its place.


The Japanese certainly know how to wow a customer.


And so finally I lift a slice up and slide a cut to Mama, then to Kamille, to Jeru then the last slice for me. We all oohed and aah ed at the melt-in-your-mouth chocolate. We are all quiet as we eat the piece; we pause, savoring the moment.
Then I repeat the process, until we each took 3 small slices.


The elation, the surprise of that night was something akin to my Royce experience. Waiting so long, and working so hard to get to that moment, I just had to savor it.

Tuesday, December 09, 2008

So You Want to be an Artista...




I said this before, and I'll say it again. Mahirap sa showbiz. Sure, there are many perks and cash, if you're lucky, abounds. But for the life of me, all the waiting and the long hours of shoot make it an extraordinary world. What am I talking about?

6:30 AM: Pick up time. The production house has arranged for a van to pick us up. My call time is 6:30 AM. There was a meeting point at the office at 6 AM,and they pick me up along the way to the location shoot. If you're a real artista, your driver gets you to your destination, no one picks you up.

7:30 AM: After two more stops, we finally arrive in Sta. Rosa at this time. Traffic is light, eventhough the roads in Alabang and Laguna are under construction and there are makeshift turns along the way. We are greeted by the crew, who are polite and well-trained in treating customers. They offer us breakfast right away.

8- 9 AM: We begin setting up the store, reviewing the layout, stocking up the shelves so the products we offer (and my team developed) can be seen in a split-second shot, re-arranging the shelves to their proper display. "Oops, remove that chips, it is so prominent, I don't want the other brands to be seen, " I say. While watching the monitor, Christine, our A & P manager goes oncam and asks me if she looks good on camera (i.e. asking if she's fat). I told her her boobs are still bigger than her tummy, so she still looked good oncam.


9 AM: Direk Iggyboy comes in and greets us. He is the son of the owner of the production house, and grew up in this (production/shoot/TVC/advertising industry) scene. He studied directing in LA and his father begins to let him assist in directing some of his own projects. By age 24, his portfolio of TVCs rival those of the more veteran ones. We picked him for this project.

The models are with the make-up artist and production designer, putting on their choreographed outfit while we prep the store.

9:30 AM: He tells me where can he find a job like mine whose job is to look for exciting new products and taste test the (food service) industry. I noticed his comfortable shoes, his cargo pants and t-shirt. Take-san, his friend, classmate, now DOP (director of photography) is wearing the exact same thing and I ask if they are friends, because I can tell. He tells me they are. I saw Direk Iggy with his posse at Pepper Lunch two months ago. His ratpack includes young girls. I corrected myself because he is young, too. (More and more these days I realize we are not as young as we used to, someone actually called me Tita and I protested.) Direk and his crew begin to take over the store

10 AM: We start the first take with our model Erica. While on cam, we all remarked at how the screen shot looked like a Koreanovela. The pa-cute scenes were shot first, which are on the 3rd or 4th frames but the sequence of shoot is the call of the director. Erica gets it after the sixth or so take. The assistant director's job is harder than the main director since he has to prep the models/actors. For instance to elicit a really flirty reaction shot from Erica, Direk ManMan was saying stuff to her, instructing her that when she looks at Vince's (the other model) feet, she should remember what big feet connote. The ruse was effective as the model's flirty exchange of looks with the camera became more err..smooth? natural?

11 AM: We are on schedule and it looks like we were going to finish by 11 PM, I heard someone say. I am optimistic but also experienced, most shoots usually last almost 24 hours. Things were looking good though, as Vince is even more natural than Erica, and is a quick learner. My hotdog has to be seen, as well as the cup, and he practiced once, and nailed it. Directors usually play safe and take at least two safety shots. The directors also usually know when the shot is the right material.

The crew outside the store was housed in a tent where the actual recording of the shots taken are monitored in at least 3 VTRs. There is another tent set up for us where we can sit, get out of the way of the crew, and still observe the shots via a monitor. The tent is powered by two airconditioning units, 2 airconditioned portalets, and where a buffet table is spread out. This is where Direk takes his meals too. My team and I flit in and out of the tent to the store to observe, raise some comments with the director and the ad agency. The boys take turns eating the fruit spread.

12 noon: We break for lunch while the next scene is prepared. Direk's special request is gising gising to accompany the crispy fried tilapia (ala Abe's). There is the usual fried chicken, beef spare ribs and a pork dish served with rice and leche flan for dessert. Coke drinks are served. We are full but we realize we have 19 more frames to shoot. Arrrgggh. I can't just sit.

At one time, we were at the counter while Take-San is preparing the next shot. Then everyone was talking about the condoms that we were selling. I found out that these guys have the same style when buying them. They actually just need the condom, but at the counter, they buy other stuff, pretending the condom purchase is incidental. They each show me what they say and how they'd order. Funny.

1 PM: The crew re-arranges the store to get another angle of the same scenes from both Erica and Vince. ManMan was on the floor prepping and directing the actors so that the camera captures the same reaction from the previous individual shots taken in the morning. They ask me if the store background was OK, I had to ask them to pull down another logo, it was too much of a hard sell na.

4 PM: How many hotdogs does it take to shoot a perfect food shot? We brought 600 hotdogs and used up about 300. The crew could not perfect the trick. So after 3 hours, they decide to proceed to the perfect serve shot.


6 PM:
How many 1.5Liters does it take to get Coke's perfect serve? About 17 of them. We shoot Coke with Sprite (this is the trick) being poured from a pitcher and onto a cup. We shot them over and over again. We had Coke's brand manager over at the location because he had to make sure it was a perfect serve or his ass is on the line.


9 PM: Kristen and Lon leave us and we are back to shooting my hotdog scene. We still had 8 frames after this. Finally ManMan got it. We applaud.


11 PM: Erica and Vince get retouched every once in a while, and I get to talk to Denise, the freelance make-up artist. She inquires about a franchise. I do my spiel.

The actors are being shot in another part of the store, while Direk's girls (one in short shorts and with a Cannon EOS SLR, and another in a distressed tie-dyed dress and slippers) sit beside him on the side, away from the camera angle. Once in a while the camera pans at them, while the assistant director preps the talents. These girls make faces. We reckon the girl with the camera is Direk Iggy's girl, and the other one might be Take's. ManMan said to James, one of my boys, that he can do many things with his hands. That obviously meant he isn't into girls.


2 AM:
We are almost there, except, we're not. I notice Erica's eyebags begin to show and Vince's beard is starting to grow and it begins to show. We ask if he can shave it, or if it will be seen. Direk tells us they'll do it post-prod.

3 AM: The crew still had 2 shots left, but my director and I decide to leave because of our management meeting at 9 AM. We left our ads and promo manager and my two boys who were acting as extras (sales clerk). I readily fell asleep as soon as my head hit the bed. I even snored.

We shot this TVC for around 22 hours, and the final product? A 30-second TV commercial.

Wednesday, November 26, 2008

The Shopping Experience at Beijing's Silk Market

I always look forward to shopping when I'm outside the country, but this shopping experience at Beijing's Silk Market or Xiushiu Market is totally different, if not the most unpleasant. Don't get me wrong, there are loads to be had, mostly stuff that you don't need, and although I am quite adept at the negotiation, their crazy pricing somehow makes me feel like I walked away not knowing if I got the best price.

The Silk Market is a 6-storey shopping mall housed in a 35,000 square meter complex. What used to be a traditional market style complex has been demolished, and all tenants are now in a modern building, with rent ranging from 4000 Yuan (P28K) to 40, 000 (P280K,reportedly on the coveted ground floor). The basement is littered with luggage, bags and shoes,while the ground up to the 3rd floor has winter clothes, sports jackets, t-shirts,pants, kid's clothes, women's clothes. The upper floors house the silk shops, jewelry, watches, various accessories and the last top floors have the calligraphy,other Chinese souvenirs, and electronics.

Before



The New Silk Market








Originally I wanted to buy a new pair of badminton shoes, but the ubiquitous counterfeit goods scared me away. So I accompanied a colleague who was set on buying a pair of luggage for her US trip next year. We went to a young woman's stall selling (fake) Samsonite and Swiss Gear luggage. The price for a midsized luggage is 550 Yuan, and a small one is at 250.

"No," my friend says.
"Lady, how much you want?"
I was surprised at this, but later found out that this was their standard spiel. How weird to be asked how much the product is worth to the consumer!
"My price for the big size is 250 and the small one for 150."
"Ridiculous. Why are you asking for such a ridiculous price? Crazy!"

This went on back and forth, with my friend not budging. She is asking for a price of P1750 for a mid-sized Samsonite luggage in a grey, houndstooth design, and a price of P1050 for the weekender luggage. I watch, since my cheap luggage from Taiwan, which was half price at Tesco's was worth P1500, and the luggage I brought in the US for a 2-week trip, bought in Robinson's was worth P2000. And that was very cheap.
Later on, the Chinese lady's voice sounds louder, and she basically shoos my friend away, in spite my friend's offer to buy 3 luggages.
"You crazy, you go to your friend's shop."
This was because my office mate tells the lady that she can get the price that she wants in another stall. She is lying of course, because this is our first stop.
I was only a bit shocked because I know the prices of the luggage, but I was also wondering how low the prices can go. Remember that this was our first stop. The Chinese girl kept saying that her luggage quality is good. As if she was saying, "How dare you! My products are of good quality, even if they are fake!"


Unperturbed, this office mate looks for the next stall to negotiate with, and already I feel tired. They kept calling to me, hissing

"You want Louis Vuitton?"
, pointing to my bag.
"C'mon I will show you the same. Very good quality."
At first I answer
"No, this is a real one." I thought that would shut them up. But they always have an answer.

"I give you a really nice one. Quality the same! Price lower!"
"No," I shake my head.
"You want to have another one?".
"No, thanks"
"How about for your friend?"

Honestly, I did not see that coming.


While my friend was busy negotiating for her luggage set, finally settling for a Swiss Gear (imitation of the Swiss Army/Victorinux brand), I notice how they entrapped her into their stall, cornered her with four of them, and kept touching her arm, pleading with her. I slide away, but I could still hear their pleas.

"Lady, why are you so difficult?
"Are you a businesswoman? Why do you make it so hard for me?

"I sold this to a White tourist for 800!"


Finally they come to an agreement of 600 Yuan for 3 luggages. P1225 for the small luggage and P1750 for the midsized one. Add the hustling and the harassment: she with her winter clothes on, in a heated stall, in a heated argument,alone and cornered by four merchants, block-balled and on a standstill for an hour or so. Priceless! I found it unbelievable. I was at a distance because I warned her, but my friend obviously wanted to engage. The funny thing about all this is she did not wise up to the Chinese who plus-sold her a Louis Vuitton purple Vernis wallet worth P700!

While doing this post-sales transaction, one attractive young Chinese was eyeing me and in a hush hush tone was inviting me, as if to her secret compartment where all the good stuff is. She educated me on the fake A-grade purse, and the triple A grade fake. "See, " she tells me, " you can see the difference in the color and the texture. I touch it too, and I seem to agree. I almost wanted to buy, almost believing it is just like the real thing, you know what I mean? They were that good!


After that experience my friend didn't want to shop anymore. Pinawisan na sya eh. And I told her I still want to shop, and she can go home if she wanted to. I was always confident I can find my way back to the hotel, whether via the MRT or via taxi, but this girl would not want to come home alone. So we shopped some more. Tshirts (Billabong, Abercrombie knock-offs) were originally priced at 300 Yuan. We bargained and got it for 40 Yuan.

This is their spiel:

"Originally, for the tourists (the caucasians, she means) I would price this at 300 RMB. Then if you bargain, this would be my price (she then inputs the 150 price in her calculator). But with you, since I like you, you say you do not know the price of the original item and would not know what price to ask, I will sell this to you for 100. Ok?"





Then if you stood your ground, and would stick to your price, then walk away if she would not budge, she will give it to you.

However, I could not get over the fact that they would grab, not just touch, but grab your arm and tell you, "You need this!" I almost slapped a guy who grabbed my arm, egging me on to buy t-shirts. Acting on reflex, I yank his arm off of me and tell him, "Don't touch me!". While I was at the silk floor, an American guy was squeezing out of a stall grabbing onto something. His wife was stuck within the confines of the sellers of that stall. He says, "Let go of my wife!"
both in jest and incredulity. The wife was laughing. It was both enjoyable and unpleasant. My friend who bought a silk comforter, with 2 bags on both arms, was unable to move because they were holding on to him, so he used his other bodily part, his rounded tummy to nudge them to let him go.


My guy officemates had a lesson or two too. When the first guy bought an oversized man- luggage, he got it for 300 Yuan. When 2 other guys from our group went to the same stall, they got it for 250. They were negotiating for a shirt in front of me, a Paul Smith shirt, and a Miss Sixty shirt (similar to the one I bought), they were given a price of 100 Yuan and they were ready to buy. I signaled that I got it for 40, and they got it too. Otherwise, these guys would have bought their girlfriends and kids an overpriced T-shirt.


But still, I wonder if I could get it at 30 Yuan(P200 pesos), because prices in Greenhills are at P300-P350 for a shirt. My pink cardigan was bought for 100 Yuan, with its original tag of 987 (price for American tourists). Now who wants to haggle like that? How long til you reach a negotiation with one tenth of the original price? Two of my officemates, women who are known shoppers, gave up and said they would rather shop at 168. Frankly, I would rather spend the rest of my time reading a book. (On hindsight, I spent less because of the money spent shopping for this trip, hehe).

Monday, November 24, 2008

Thoughts on ChangChen




Why make so many men suffer lifting and transferring blocks of rocks to form the wall? I read that it is to keep off foreigners (yes Sony, by foreigners I mean invaders) from the land, who are now the main visitors on this Great Wall. It took 2 dynasties and thousands of men.

Which also begs the question as to why The Egyptian pyramids were also built. Our conclusion is that at least the servants of the emperor, or the empresses were not required to die alongside their masters, even while they were still healthy and very much alive.

I do not have a third eye, but for once thought about talking to ghosts within these walls who could tell me their story. China is part of my lineage too, as it is with every Filipino, who have a third of their blood from the Chinese.

Peking Roast Duck

As you know, part of my job is tasting food everyday, and I looked forward to the Chinese food in Beijing, which is among my favorite food, if prepared properly. The whole experience in Beijing is a mix of elation and so-so taste, highlighted by the authentic Peking (the old name of Beijing which literally means capital) roast duck. I consulted my 1,000 Places to See Before You Die, and in Beijing, they list 4 things:

1. Family Restaurant for the Peking Duck Experience
2. The Forbidden City
3. The Great Wall
4. Ming Tomb, of the Imperial Tombs
5. Hutong

Checked all of these with the 4 days/3 nights visit, and I shall treasure the memories forever. Especially the savory ones. Hehe.


For the most expensive Peking Duck, go to Quanjude (their business is vertically integrated, starting from growing their own ducks, which are lean and not too fatty, to selling these ducks in vacuum-packed plastic bags in supermarkets and souvenir shops). We go to LiQun Roast Duck Restaurant, which is located in an old Hutong (narrow alleys) district, which is a 30-minute walk from the Tiananmen square. The Liqun family restaurant boasts of a traditional cooking method, which is by hanging the roast ducks, using fruit wood for roasting.





The Chinese Style meal, which is good for 3 or 4 people includes the following:
-traditional roast duck
-pancake
-cucumber
-spring onion and sauce

Appetizer includes
-egg rolls stuffed with minced chicken, chive, carrot
shredded cucumber, green pepper and parsley with salt
lotus roots and hawthorn

Meal costs 388 RMB or approximately P2700







The restaurant is so old that smoking is prohibited inside the restaurant. Each room has been converted into a kitchen where the duck is cooked and sliced by hand. Tables are located in what used to be the main living room, and crammed in 4 tables of 4-6 people are Caucasian tourists. Dining is within a maximum of 1.5 hours only to ensure turnover is fast. Orders are pre-called since cooking the duck takes at least 20minutes. The duck is scrumptious, golden brown, crisp, and lean. The key to enjoying the peking duck is to eat it while it's hot and the skin is crispy. Each duck serves 2 plates, and that night, we finished up 4 ducks! Accompanied by the Beijing Baijou, or the hot rice wine. Soup is served last, but not til they serve up the bones and bits from the ducks fried with salt and pepper.

What can I say? Yummy. Going back, we did not walk and had to take the Hutong ride (rickshaw) back to the train station.