One rainy night, in the company of my laptop and poor internet connection, Mayer (again, my point and shoot), some stack of magazines, and my only scarf in the world:
I lay cozily in the bed all mine that night and dream a little.
It would probably be perfect to live and work in New York. But in the next few years to come, Ortigas to Mandaluyong would do. Internship, you're gonna get a piece of me.
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