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Good old, good old

"I don't know what else I can do because if I do something right, it's unacknowledged. She doesn't even say thank you. But if I do something wrong, she is vicious." - Andy Sachs (The Devil Wears Prada, 2006)
Tomorrow marks the start of the third week of my internship and ever since it begun, I feel like I haven't had time to properly update the site. My last post was 5 days ago but it feel like it was 5 months ago.

Before internship began, I was honestly excited about working for a women's fashion magazine because it was in line with my interest in both fashion and writing. 2 weeks into this internship and it has been a real eye-opener for me.

I feel like Andy Sachs (Anne Hathaway's character in The Devil Wears Prada) recently but not in a bad way of course.

In the last 2 weeks, I've been to town countless times doing store returns + loan/sample pick-ups. That's the downside because I strained my entire body lugging around extremely heavy loads all on my own. (I conclude my petite frame is not made for such laborious work.)

Also, the taxi fares are accumulating and my claim form is filling up faster than I ever imagined. I have a feeling I'll be submitting my first claim form by the end of this week (with 20 rows of claims to be made!). This internship is definitely an expensive one.

On the flip side, I've been to 4 photoshoots, including 1 product shoot. All of which are insanely exciting and new for me so I cannot be more glad for the opportunity.

Last week ended on a rather good note because I received my first writing assignment (3 to be specific) and they will hopefully be released in April's issue. I'm hyped.

I believe the most important lesson learnt thus far is that I now know it's okay to eat alone.

I used to imagine myself sipping coffee at a quaint cafe while reading my favourite book all alone. I mean, I only dared to imagine but I never wanted it to come true because I always felt people would judge me if I ate alone.

But ever since I began this internship, I notice a lot of other people do the same as well. I had lunch at Domani, Omakase Burger and Sake Sushi the last 2 weeks and I saw there were others like myself - eating alone.

In fact, I sort of enjoy that time.

Other than that, I've been counting down to the end of each week because every Friday, I'd schedule  a meet-up with different groups of people. It's always nice chilling on a Friday night and just spending time with friends with whom wouldn't mind me word-puking the entire night. (I love you guys, really.)

20 more weeks to go and then another 23 (24?) weeks to summer exchange!

Goodnight everyone!

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