Here we go again. Yes, there are times when I wish I can call myself a New Yorker. I imagine myself looking stupid at the Grand Central Station wondering which train to take. I would love to walk as fast as I could like all the people trying not to be late for work and if I’m lucky enough, maybe I’ll bump into Mr. Right or Mr. Right Now. And if I’m craving for pizza, I can head to Brooklyn and get a taste of their famous pizza or if I’m craving for an authentic New York Style Cheesecake, Junior’s is where you’ll find me. I want to stroll at Central Park while eating a hotdog on a bun from the thousands of hotdog stalls in NY. I sometimes wonder if I can be smart enough to be a Wall Street gal and get a bonus of $1.4M just like Jake Moore in Wall Street:Money Never Sleeps. And when I’m rich enough, I’ll move to upper east side and bond with Serena and Blair.

It sounds so ideal and so fun a so sosyal. I would love to move to NY, but I should have a raise first! :p