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This is probably my 5th attempt in blogging, the other four crashed and burned violently due to pure inconsistency on my part. I am hoping to stick to this one tho as I am beginning to realize that my memory is beginning to fail me. And also because I know my love-affair with New York City will soon come to an end and I would like to retain every encounters, happenings, rendezvous, innuendos with this city physically. I don't know in what shape or form this blog will take just yet. It is, to begin with, a blog of what I'm getting myself into in the city, but I do want to venture into a "fashion" ambiance when I am more comfortable with this host.

As intros go..I am a burned out college student living in an apartment with my boyfriend, brother (ugh!) and a roommate. I happed upon the "real world" (i.e living without the luxuries of parents and their deep pockets) quite recently when my parents left the city to go back to our homeland. With that I said goodbye to a midtown zip code, a 56th floor apartment with a view to boot, and of course all the luxuries of being a diplomat's daughter. And I embraced a more humble lifestyle and realized that that is where I am my happiest.

This city has built me, torn me down, loved and hated me, spat on me, flipped me off, caught me on my downfall and I am still here. Still in love with New York City.

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