Chinese

folkfest

I was still ill (see related article ->sick & slow) but it did not deter me to go to Folkfest with Roan yesterday. The Folkfest venue was just within the area but it took us 1.5 hours to reach the place due to heavy traffic. A lot of people decided to walk… either they left their car somewhere or they took a taxi and just got off few blocks away from the venue.

It’s really ironic because I don’t like going to such festivities when I was in the Philippines because I hate getting “mobbed” in a crowded place. Now, I’m doing it here in North America just to learn more about the other culture at the same time reminisce the Philippine tradition. And most of all, practice my limited skills in photography. Ha!

Below are the pavilions that we have visited:

Philippines Pavilion
I felt nostalgic while watching the Filipino traditional dances being performed. I used to dance this when I was in College.

caught the guy swaying!	“sayaw sa bangko”
“tinikling”	“Igorot dance”

Karpaty Ukranian Pavilion
I’m not sure on how they call their dance but they sure did bounce a lot! Whew! It certainly is a good workout routine.

Caribbean Pavilion
Their songs sound like reggae to me. It was cool and entertaining. Very modern, I must say. 🙂

	steel band
fire eater

Brazilian Pavilion
Sexy eh? 😀

Chinese Pavilion
We missed the show because it was already 11 p.m. when we arrived in the pavilion. It turned out the performance was only until 10:30 p.m.. Argh! In any case, I just took random snapshots inside their pavilion. Here you go:

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I love using the Canon DSLR camera! It’s not mine though. I just borrowed it from RJ (my nephew). I’m slowly starting to convince myself in getting one. This will take a long time. 🙂
I definitely had fun at the folkfest! Hopefully next year, I will be able to visit all the pavilion with my new car and new camera. It’s free to dream! 😉 Until then! See yah!

P.S.
What do you think of my snapshots? Is it good for a budding photographer? 😉

pacific place

We stopped by in Pacific Place, an Asian mall, for lunch as well as to buy a vinegar (“sukang Iloko) from Northern Luzon, Philippines. I ordered sashimi and sushi, my favorite Japanese food, for the main course and halo-halo, a Filipino dessert, for my sweet treat.

While I was waiting for my halo-halo order, I was able to sales talk a Chinese guy in buying a kare-kare, a Filipino dish, in that food stall. At first, he was hesitant because it’s beef, but he can’t seem to resist it because he kept asking me if it’s really good. Eventually, he gave in.

When he saw the halo halo that I bought, he also ordered three cups. Ha! I should have asked for a commission from the owner eh?

Anyhow, my nephew, Rhajz sat four tables away from us because the table that we were currently occupying was too small. I was eyeing the chicken feet he bought and when I was about to join him,when we saw a pretty lady shared the table with him. To give them privacy, I stay put on my sit.

His mom and I kept laughing because Rhajz was blushing tremendously and he can’t seem to eat properly because of the pretty lady. True enough, when he joined our table, the one serving of chicken feet was left untouched. He said he was too shy to eat it in front of the pretty lady.

And the clincher? The pretty lady is pregnant. Ha! Too bad.. so sad.. for Rhajz.

back to road trip finale

mistaken “nationality”?

After eating a mouthwatering lunch at Yip Hong, a famous Chinese Restaurant in this side of the world, we decided to go to Superstore to buy weekly food supplies. With my nephew in tow, I was grinning while pushing the cart when I saw a Chinese lady looking and smiling at me.

I thought she’s the same lady that I often had a chance encounter whenever I go to work but I was wrong. All of a sudden, she stopped near our cart and asked me something. The brief conversation went this way:

Lady: Hi! Are you from Huangzhong?
Me: Sorry?
(I had a clueless expression on my face… I did not quite catch what she said)

Lady: Huangzhong, China.
(Smiling with a twinkle in her eyes)

Me: No. Do I look like a Chinese?
(I was laughing while talking.)
Lady: Yes.

I just smiled and then we went separate ways. I still have that smirk on my face when I turned to my nephew, James.

Me: Do I look like a Chinese?
James: No. You look like a Canadian.
(Looking at me with an incredibly serious expression on his face)

That did it. I can’t stop laughing while pushing the cart. Merci Beaucoup James! You’re such a sweetheart.

One last note, it’s really strange because I got that all the time…wherever I go, whoever I meet. Ha! I’ve been asked if I’m a Dutch, French, Latin American, Indonesian, Malaysian, Singaporean, Thai, and Chinese.

I must be a human chameleon? What do you think? 🙂