Before I hopped into this flying profession, every single thing is far from my reach. Everything involves monetary concerns. I only shop at thrift stores/ukay-ukay and even if they're already that cheap, I won't give in until I can buy for less than a hundred pesos. Bench, Penshoppe, and other local brands are familiar yet stranger to me. I find them expensive or at least impractical. I can't buy a good pair of shoes right away, I need my mom's consent first and 1,000 pesos for shoes meant a whole lot to me. Even 500 pesos pair of shoes would still make my eyebrows raise. Or even if I know the value-for-item is very reasonable, I cannot still afford it. I frequent cardinerias/cheap eateries to cater my grumbling stomach. Of course I'm very much satisfied with the food they sell - cheap + delicious. Very homemade taste.
Before I still need to save, save, save before I could buy what I want - one at a time. I don't even step into these branded stores, never. For what? For salesladies to look at me from head to foot, all the more if I come out empty handed. Dining out means saving a lot first and from the menu I will select the cheapest.
But I was happy no less. I believe that I'm still blessed because my family supports me with whatever I wanted to buy, though of course I don't ask much. I know my limits and theirs, too.
Now... At the moment I stepped into this awesome job, everything changed.
All the doors of branded and signature items opened up for me. I can pay a visit anytime and I can come out with purchases of anything I want. Dining at fine dining restaurants is like a decision of a whim. No need to save up and I can even bring my friends with me.
Shopping in high end stores is like shopping in street markets. Filling in the shopping bags - no not bags but trolley! - is easy peasy. Aside from a trolley almost about to burst, hands are also full with heavy shopping bags. And as if that's not enough, more items are still looking for to purchase. Like one time in Delhi, I shopped like crazy in this shopping stretch. I already have a looot but seeing my wallet still with money, I still scouted for more items. I really, really, really want to consume all the rupees I have with me but my body cannot coordinate anymore. I am so effin' tired. For the first time I literally experienced "shop till you drop."
If Parisian (shoes), Bench, and Penshoppe are hard to afford before, now I already own a big Mango bag and I'm still planning to buy one, lots of Vincci pairs, and thick folds of foreign branded clothes.
It's all so surreal... Like a dream...
This month is my 5th flying month and I can't wait to buy every girl's dream bag: Louis Vuitton! Can you believe that?! And no we're not talking about the small speedy one, it's something bigger than that of course!
Oh my, I never thought all these will be possible.
Fine dining, heavy shopping, and world tour... ALL THE TIME.
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