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nine west one-stop shopper

The Nine West One-Stop Shopper is a roomy tote that’s simply styled, but looks interesting enough because of the quilted pattern on the bag and the attached wristlet.

This one’s made in China of nylon/synthetic materials. “Night Iron” must be the color. Care must be taken when setting the bag down because the bottom is lined with a thin black material that is not as thick as the quilted material that makes up the bag’s body.

The handles are long enough for shoulder carry. They are not adjustable. Attached to one handle is what Filipinos call a palawit, a bit of decoration that hangs from something else. This one is a metal circle stamped with the brand name.

The wristlet is attached to a strap on the inside of the bag with a carabiner, so it can be detached.

A simple metal plaque underneath the inner zippered pocket carries the brand name and date of establishment.

The interior is surprisingly roomy, with lots of compartments. In addition to the zippered inner pocket attached to the lining, there’s a zippered pocket divider and two open pockets for cellphones/PDAs.

The Nine West One-Stop Shopper can be crammed with a lot of things. A lot.

Despite the bag’s being stuffed to bursting, it remains closed thanks to the long clasps.

Since I travel with the kitchen sink, my favorite bags are large totes that can be opened wide. This particular handbag fulfills my criteria for the ideal daily bag – stylish, open, roomy, and has long handles, and pockets for organization.

There are several Nine West branches in Manila – the ones I am most familiar with are at the Powerplant Mall and Glorietta-Ayala Center, both in Makati City.

All photos taken with an iPhone 4S.

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coffee and lanterns

At the Greenbelt and Glorietta malls last Sunday with my family, Starbucks of course was part of the itinerary, after a visit to PowerBooks and National Bookstore. The branch that enjoyed our patronage was Glorietta 4, the one beside the cinemas and the video game arcade. Much like other Starbucks shops, the interior is warm and features the usual furnishings, bar, refrigerated glass cases, and lamps.

I find this branch interesting for the big logo sign hung outside the picture window.

The merchandise shelves are beside the other windows that give out onto a balcony for smoking and standing around. The sun streams in, bathing that area in light. Compared to other branches, this one is brightly illuminated during the day.


Ik enjoys a Vanilla Cream Frappucino with Irish Mint – a combination that leaves baristas scratching their heads and, once, coming out from behind the bar to kneel at her feet and ask her if she really did ask for mint syrup in her drink. With the vanilla.


After a leisurely half-hour or so sipping drinks and reading the paper, we walked to the new Greenbelt 5. At the beautifully-landscaped park, a tree is festooned with capiz shell lantern globes.


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Greenbelt 5 is tres upscale and filled with snooty boutiques crammed with expensive clothes, jewelry, and furnishings offered to a fat-walleted clientele.


These luxurious and comfortable shopping plazas cater to the upper crust that make up a tiny fraction of the population, and to the slowly expanding middle-class funded by BPO growth and OFW remittances that, alas, could diminish in the face of rising fuel prices and food shortage.

But it’s too hot to talk about politics and social problems at length. Coffee and capiz shell lanterns, though…little things that make life a bit more vibrant.

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ice cream and pizza

It was a very hot day. The kids and I wanted a cool snack,  and Icebergs at Glorietta seemed a good choice. The restaurant offers halo-halo with everything on it and other traditional Pinoy goodies like mais con hielo;  sundaes, parfaits, and other ice cream concoctions; and regular food like sandwiches.

Ik had a chocolate chip sundae; Alex and I shared a peach-banana split, which was good. Whipped cream was squirted on with a lavish hand, the bananas were fresh and unblemished.

But instead of having scoops of chocolate, vanilla, and strawberry, the split had no chocolate, but some kind of yellow ice cream. It didn’t taste like mango nor cheese, and remains unidentified to this hour.

After the ice cream, I got the kids the “desires of their sole” – a pair each of Converse All-Star high-cuts (“Chucks”), and a pair of sandals (“non-Chucks”) each.

Then, supper. On our way to the taxi stand at Glorietta 4, Ik was stopped in her tracks by a Pizza Hut Bistro sign. Being constitutionally unable to resist pizza in any size, shape, or form, Ik went in, drawn by the siren’s song of the posters displaying huge, cheesy pizzas; Alex and I followed.

The Pizza Hut Bistro is an attempt to attract the upscale A-B market by offering most of the food available at regular Pizza Huts but in more elegant surroundings. Wine racks stand by the door, a wine bottle sits upon each table, the menu makes liberal use of edgy professional photography, and the plates and cutlery whisper “almost, but not quite, fine dining”.


Alex told me to order the fettucine Alfredo. It was fine, but needed salt, which I sprinkled liberally from a handsome saltcellar. the pasta was al dente, cooked just right, not too firm, not too mushy.


Alex (who’s 16) had the fish and chips, which she says is “very good, especially with the garlic dip.” Her extreme satisfaction with the dish basically rendered her speechless and incapable of giving a more detailed review except to give it two thumbs up and a large, goofy grin.


With pizza being the house specialty, the arrival of Ik’s  Five-Cheese Pizza was eagerly awaited and, gladly, did not disappoint. Although unable to ascertain what exactly the five cheeses were, Ik (who is 9) pronounced a verdict of “really really good, like it said on the menu, ‘cheese lover’s dream’. Although you might get headaches if you try the Five-Cheese pizza with the cheese-stuffed crust. It’s a cheese overload.” Headaches notwithstanding, we finished the entire thing. It was that good.


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