Loving life now~

Being an interning reporter now, it’s so exciting. Everyday is a new experience and new day. I wake up everyday anticipating what’s in store for me, loving the autonomy the job gives. Freebies, food galore, you name it. I went to a lobster luncheon testing yesterday and it was my first time eating it. I used to think lobster must taste good because of the price, turns out it tasted to me like any ordinary crustaceans. I swear I’ve gain a few pounds from my internship.

But there is of course downside to it, writing about politics freaks me out often, I’m so terrified I might write the wrong things and might get terminated and fail my internship. My dad didn’t help much by trying to freak me out more with worse case scenarios.

And boring governmental events is a chore. No excitement, no suspense or whatsoever. There only got thing I get out of it is free food again and meeting hard-to-meet ministers.

I get to write stories I want independently, but these days I’m too busy to have the time to think creatively. I don’t even have time to blog. I’ve been trying to write more articles related to psychology but that isn’t really what the editors want. Bummer!

What I have really enjoyed so far is meeting new people, being able to socialize with others while being anonymous. Living in the shadows of parents and sister, I always felt restricted and unnatural. But now I meet new people everyday, making friends as I go. There’s so many interesting persona to be observed. I’ve met downright snobby reporters and politicians, those eyes looking at you up and down, scrutinizing even when we don’t know who the heck are they.

Then there’s shy and quiet one’s that kept to themselves or their small group of friends. I guess I’m still under that category but I’ve been more of an active participants in socializing these days. Coming out of my shell~

Moving on, I’ve met really friendly and sweet people who coincidently share my love for food. We can talk endlessly, laughing like a bunch of crazy hyenas while stuffing our faces. They are my new best friend now~ in the reporting line that is.

Not forgetting the older people (Reporters) who feel the need to turn into mentors or teachers when they realize you’re new. I don’t mind as long as they don’t feel the need to be strict, I’m more than happy to listen to their experience in the field, who to approach, what to ask and how to act.

There are also the gossipers. I usually listen and try not to interrupt, it can be mean but it’s the best way to know about a situation fast.

Lastly (for me)- the helpful individuals. Usually they will have to know I’m new in the line and they get REALLY helpful. Explaining to me the names of ministers, their designation, what they do and all. I really appreciate these individuals. These are the type I can always turn to.

That sums it up. I’ll be wrapping things up here in 2 weeks and I am really reluctant to leave. I’ve grown too attached I guess but I still need to finish my degree. If I get real lucky, I might come back here to work. I’m sure they won’t mind an extra hand.