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I'm feeling 22

The month of March is always my favourite month just because we (my siblings and I) grow a year older all together.

I've said this many times before but I'll say it again anyway: Life truly began when I turned 21.

 The last one year has gone by way faster than I expected but I'm thankful for each and every day. I have lived without regrets since turning 21 and I intend to continuing living every day that way.

Honestly, I can't really feel any difference even days after I celebrated my 22nd birthday. I think that solidifies my belief that age is just a number. Or maybe life hasn't really changed very much recently. Nonetheless! I still am looking forward to an amazing 2015.

I was on the phone with M yesterday and we were discussing the details of our summer exchange application. I could feel the excitement growing in my voice (but of course!). It is very rare that the mountain tortoise Smi is stepping out of her cave, into a whole new world beyond my imagination. (If you know me, you'd know I'm very, very attached to my family.)

I have concluded 10 weeks of internship. Safe to say I have gotten used to most of the procedures and have quite settled into my routine as an intern.

Right now, (proud to say) I'm coordinating 8 stories for this year's Fit & Fab issue and 3 stories for June's lifestyle section. That's to say I have 11 stories on hand at this moment.

I'm glad, though, that I've been kept busy.

After taking a day off on my birthday, I went back to work the following day in a fancier-than-usual dress:

Dress: MDS/ Shoes: Charles & Keith/ Watch: Ted Baker

Sporting an old design from MDS, one of my first purchases with them remains one of my favourite go-to dresses because it accentuates my curves, and my over-worn platform sandals. (I have every intention to get the same pair in black because the white one has scratches already!)

You know how tube dresses don't seem very appropriate for work? But I've seen my editor in them a couple of times so... I decided to try my luck, which worked out very well because my editor (and one of the higher-ups!) came in a tube dress on the same day.

And then... I can't remember whether it was Wednesday or Thursday but I picked up a loan before heading to office and this:


Put on one of the new Baby-Gs we bought. (Happens to be my bias of the three because it's sleek black with pops of colours.)

Also happened to be roaming in my new shoes that day:


Yes, I might just have an obsession with shoes. I'm guilty but if anything, I cannot do without nice shoes. I recently threw out a pair of black slip-ons from Charles & Keith and knew I could trust them with my next pair of blackies.

Other than that, I have a schedule from 10 to 4 tomorrow and I'm pretty sure I will continue to be swarmed with work when I get back in on Monday. In fact, I just sent out a work-related e-mail. So much for not bringing work home, Smi.

Time to sleep and recharge for the day ahead. It's already the last of this weekend!
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