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New York, here I come. Just a few days left until I reach home. I would leave Saturday but it is papa Seo's birthday this Sunday and I would like to stay with my daddy. And it is almost my mum's birthday, so I'm taking that into consideration.

I am SO excited to dress up once more and experience the new experiences to come. Lately, I've been so inspired to do anything and everything once I go to New York. With my girls by my side and some money in my pocket, nothing can stop me. Unless I get mugged or robbed, but that is what I took self-defense for.

I LOVE LIFE. So far. Tonight will be filled with frozen river and fireworks.

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Counting down the days until liberation. Amen.

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And counting. My coworkers today decided it would be HILARIOUS to take a photo of surprised Gia and to make it a background photo to a company computer with a self-made moustache. I give them props because I STILL look fierce.

I stood in front of the vending machine, walking down from the third to first floor, wanting hot tamales but deciding against it because that would mean more running to rid of those calories. I walked back up the stairs triumphant. Can't wait to go back to the big city a  thin bitch.

Work is almost done. 3 more grueling hours to go. I love my coworkers but I hate my job.

Fancyboy

Just a week until i reunite with my glorious city once more. What am I going to do without New York, next year and the year after that? I will cease to exist but as a lump of coal sitting on my couch. I cannot wait to go back. My body is exploding with excitement at all the new possiblities and adventures that are awaiting for me. This girl is going to explore like her mama has no backbone.



Williamsburg
Queens
Beacon's Closet
Buffalo Exchange
Tribeca
Upper East


All day, Every day.

YK

Back at the job, been here for about a week. Why I am back, I do not know. What I do know is that creeper is back and won't leave me alone. Asking why I won't unblock my blog. And because I'm discreet, it will remain a mystery but enough said.

I am going to my formal with someone very special which is quite exciting and I cannot wait to spend a night with a few close friends, warmly chit chatting over a homey meal and good tea. Shareen will hopefully (fingers crossed) design my dress and hopefully, everything will turn out okay. Okay is just fine, nice would be pushing it. These days I settle for what I can get.

New York is desperatley calling my name. I am dying slowly. Home is and never will be the same again, after experiencing New York. Every day I count down the days until I can return to the city of wonder, of light, of adventure. The excitement is bursting my body in two, my heart has already disowned its real home.

It is the weekend. Bethel adventures aren't as fabulous as New York, but more traditional with its small house parties, R&R, and the acquaintances of many old childhood friends, and some new, and some very very drunk.

2 months yesterday. Happy sobriety to me.

New Years

It has been months. It is now 2010. I am now in college. I have experienced first semester of my freshman year in college, and I leave home for break with nothing but some knowledge in my purse and angst about the semester to come. I feel like I am in a pre-college program, rather than actual college. Do I want to transfer majors or even schools? What do I want to do with my BFA in art? And don't I want to pursue fashion? And what about Jordan? What do I do about him?

My life is in shambles, but I really enjoy college. Even with all of these nonsensical complaints, I love college. I cannot believe we all survived Catalina, and have made this transition into the next step of our lives. What is to come next? All I know is that I feel that I have reinvented myself in New York, with its concrete jungles and dashing galleries. It really is still hard, however, to come to such a big place with so many people. People say "girl, you know everyone", and I may know a lot of people, but inside, I am just as lonely as anyone could ever imagine. Just because you know people, doesn't mean you have the definite friendship aspect to the relationship.

Now I am home, to parents who nag but claim it is to "better" me, to "better" my character. I miss the city, I miss the people I have left behind, and I miss the new adventures to come in the near future. The city, is, my home.