|An Ang Pao for this special day|
Yesterday was filled with two very memorable events. First off, my shop, Creole Fashion, turned one year old yestie! Hurray!!! Time really flies when you're having a blast. I'm still at awe at how quickly the days have rolled by. I remember the day I decided to open Creole Fashion. My sister already owns a shop within the same shopping complex and heard that a shopkeeper decided to give up her space. I had just returned from my trip to Australia and had just been accepted to be a nurse trainee at a hospital in my city (yes, my dearies, I am a Registered Nurse lol).
At first I was skeptical about the whole thing I mean, how can I run a shop and work at the hospital at the same time? But then again it dawned to me, I will need to put food on my plate, maintain my wide array of cosmetics and beauty products AND buy clothes. Being a nurse trainee, I won't get paid, so I will need to find means to supplement my basic and not-so-basic necessities! My stint at the hospital was only good for 3 months, and I didn't have to start right away, I had about a month to go before it was set to commence so, after thoughtful consideration and thorough discussion with my sister, I decided to rent the place and open up!
|Opening Day Window Display (September 18, 2010)|
It was hectic at first, luckily I wasn't on shift schedules, so I managed to juggle being a nurse and being a shop owner. My sister was very helpful as well, she would look after the shop while I was at the hospital and kept an eye on my sales assistant and the cash register. After my stint at the hospital, I now manage the shop full time.
|With My Godfather, Henry, and my parents|
Another memorable event yesterday was meeting with my Godfather for the first time since my baptismal! Talk about better late than never! *haha* Although I received a couple of Ang Pao's and presents from him during Christmas, I never got the chance to meet him when I was younger because of his really busy schedule and commitments. He contacted my father last week and expressed how much he wanted to see me in person. After all, his last memory of me was that of a milk-munching, bawling little baby. And his memories of our last meeting are probably blurred. We met up at a quaint restaurant named Bigby's Cafe, had a lovely Pescado Al Fresco meal, and did some much deserved, long-awaited catching up. It was just so sweet and a bit funny that he still gave me an Ang Pao, even though I'm no little girl anymore. But of course, I accepted it graciously, thanked him, and did not take a peek on the content until I got home (opening the red packet in front of the giver would be so rude). As I always say, it's the thought that counts. And I am truly touched and thankful we had a chance to meet again.
There are so many reasons for us to be thankful for our everyday lives; whether it's in celebration of something monumental, meeting someone we haven't seen in decades, or simply basking in the joys of life. Truly, we all are blessed, it's just a matter of perspective that makes us appreciate the blessings that come our way.