IT ALL STARTED WITH THE LOVE FOR LUXURY
When I was a little kid, being the first grandchild, the first niece... Mainly the first baby at home. I was spoilt by my aunts, uncles, my grandparents. And of course, my father gave me a taste of what is expensive. I was raised in a household where you can tell what good food is, what is fresh, what is rotten. At this age, I already know such differences. Trouble was, I am affected by being a neat-freak. You can’t blame me. You see every day when I wake up, the house is spic and span. I don’t remember much of a maid, because what she does is to keep the laundry or iron stuff. But the cleaning perse was done by my uncle. He basically uses the “bunot” – a coconut husk. The floors are made of pure wood, so imagine how shiny it was. As if a fly might slip if it passes by. And I remember my aunt; she wipes the walls apart from all the furniture. All of these are done every single day, every day. ...