And so we meet again.. Oh Blogger, why would I ever leave you? It's been Wordpress for not that long but those silly people wanted me to pay for creating my own template. Oh please, I gotchu Blogger. Why should I settle for less?
Upon starting my grown up duties at my new internship, I truly feel like a New Yorker. I mean comeon, I crave for $1 slices of pizza at Papaya Dog, have eargasms from street jazz performers, and now I work for free too! If that doesn't make me a good citizen, I don't know what does. If I'm going to make it here, I have to start somewhere. Fancy shmancy is just going to have to wait.
In terms of my professional photographer.. Yeah, currently self-employed. My mother is too far, and if she were here, I'd rather we go eat than make her take photographs of me. You can't blame a girl for thinking it feels too awkward to ask a random friend to take pictures of my outfit. Fashion is a weird thing; it's so public yet private. Anyways, she's still in training. A month ago, I taught her how to get to the right level to proportionate the body. I guess all that cam-whoring is paying off in super skills in photography.
One of the most important things I learned since coming back is buying a French Press and making my own coffee. If you're a caffeine addict like I am (loud and proud), consider finding a local coffee importing shop and buying some freshly roasted beans. I went to Porto Rico in West Village and they grind those beans to perfection. One whiff and it's like I'm breathing in the caffeine and rich coffee taste. French Costa Rican is my new favorite. Starbucks? Pleaseee...
Stay tuned for my next endeavor, as my internship should entail big adventures. For some reason, I keep hoping that I will receive gratis like Andy does in The Devil Wears Prada. You can't blame a girl for wanting free Marc Jacobs right?
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