If we could shop for everything we need without driving to Metro Manila, we would. But the few malls there are within a few kilometers of Antipolo leave much to be desired. When we had to go out last Saturday to buy new school school shoes for Alex, the first stop was Sta. Lucia East Mall which, as far as we knew, had Gibi, Hush Puppies and Rusty Lopez shoes in the department store. Alex chose the styles she liked but there were no stocks in her size. We were on our way out to proceed to SM Megamall when Sam excitedly pointed out a shirt to me.
Huh? Is that a misprint or did we miss the humor? Even if “saind” is a misspelling of “said”, it still doesn’t make sense. Sam and I took turns taking photos with our cell phones intending to post photos of the t-shirt online naturally. I offered to buy one of the shirts for her and she sounded offended. :razz: Does it make sense to you? Can you make out the hidden meaning, if there is one? You think there’s a secret joke there somewhere that Sam and I missed completely? Maybe the merchandiser wasn’t too meticulous with the inspection? Or, maybe, the shirts were printed in a non-English speaking country and exported (smuggled) into the Philippines and no one realized that the grammatical error would be noticeable? OR, the design was pirated — lock, stock and barrel, so to speak — and the copycats didn’t even bother reading the print?
But, anyway, before we finally left the building there was another yellow item that caught my eye. No hidden joke or undecipherable meaning this time but a real beauty that I wanted to bring home.
Most malls have these Oriental sections selling ceramics from China and/or Korea and I never really looked at what they have for sale. Chinatown style, actually, where you see rows and rows of vases and knick-knacks in colors that scream China! But three-foot high vases painted in bright red and gold, dragons in fake jade, beckoning cats and buddhas in various ages and tummy sizes ain’t exactly my style. But when I saw this vase — pale yellow and embossed with figures of cherry blossoms and peacocks — I wanted to buy it. Kinda pricey at P1,400 but I really, really liked it. Problem was they didn’t accept credit cards and I had less than P200 in my wallet. Too bad for them — and me — but I figured I could always go back another time.
So, I started taking photos with my iPhone. I told them I’d send copies of the photos to my husband and ask him to pass by within the week, with cash, and the photos were to make sure that he brings home the right vase.
The store owner, a Chinese guy who spoke no English, was just as interested in my iPhone as I was in the vase he was selling. And I thought that if I gave him enough info about the iPhone (the Filipina assistant was translating), he’d slash 50% off the price. The last price was P1,200. Wish it could have been lower but that was it. P200 off for talking about the iPhone… not so shabby at all.