xoxo Sherry

Father’s Day is coming up and I think I already know what to give my dad… Ray Bans! His old one got lost when we went on vacation a year ago. I haven’t seen a new one yet so I know he hasn’t bought any replacement to date. I will be the one giving new sunglasses to him.

My dad’s a fairly simple guy. He would use a really old shirt when he feels like it no matter if he’s going out somewhere. He will not hesitate to go out and meet someone if the latter can’t go to him. He’s that kind of guy.

And he deserves all the best in the world!

My paternal cousins came over for a visit last weekend. They came around noontime to have lunch at home and then we hung out at our remodeled covered terrace. We talked about a lot of stuff going on in the clan. We talked about each others’ lives and how much we all want to hit the beach together but couldn’t find the time to go.

It was so much fun just talking nonstop with the people I grew up with. We talked and talked over good food. It was a good thing I was able to get cushions outdoor sometime ago. We were comfortable just sitting outside and talking.

They went home around ten in the evening and promised to be back this coming weekend for another round of nonstop conversations over good food!

I have Chinese blood. My paternal grandmother’s father was Chinese. You know what some people say about Chinese people’s inborn ability to be really good in business? Well, it’s not all true! I didn’t know about some rituals on how to attract luck for your business. Some people would tell me about it and then I would keep it in mind. That’s how I knew some stuff. Like how outdoor fountains from soothingwalls can be lucky for the business if you put it in front of the main door of your business establishment.

I had lunch with some co-workers at a well-known hotel restaurant in the past. The restaurant was located inside a 5-star hotel and there was a wall fountain in front of the main entrance to the restaurant. We were told by the manager it was a symbol for luck.

I kept that in mind, of course!

You really get used to something when you see, hear, smell, touch it regularly. That’s what my friend Mimi told me. She is now used to the smell of his old man smoking the cigar that she would look for it at night. She is loving the smell now unlike in the past where she would close windows and ask her dad to go out to smoke.

Nowadays, she is the one who asks her dad where to buy cigars so she could buy him some. Her dad doesn’t really smoke that much. Sometimes, he would just light the cigar and let it smoke while on the ashtray. Sometimes he would puff twice or thrice and that’s it!