The end of the first...

I stepped out of the building with a sense of liberation.

Everyone said that I was polite. I was, I suppose.

Might have been a bit too courteous for the internship as compared to my usual (brash and bellicose) self.

Anyway, I am usually polite to those whom I'm not particularly sure of.

Insecurity, perhaps. This uncertainty plagued my internship, as there were too many things that I was unsure of, and I lacked the critical finesse needed in asking questions of people. And the confidence that I usually carry myself with was nowhere to be found. I guess it's always well and good to have someone whom you can trust, to rely on and to consult in times of (duress/dire need). And sad to say, I have never really got past the barrier even after 12 weeks, although the people along my row were a different case altogether. Elyza was never too busy to rib me, Yuanho with his heartfelt thoughts and guidance (and me in turn with my heartfelt thanks - its always nice to see a familiar face); Teng Whye (the cute boy - as per my row) with the numerous tea-breaks - our teabreaks were really just that - making tea; and Richard with his sense of humor and his keen expounding of tax lore.

Would've loved the place had I been given more to learn - maybe I was too eager - but then again, maybe not.

I am a loudmouth, and I shoot from the hip. Just that this didn't work out the way I wanted it to, and I withdrew into the shell that was so often too tight for me. I'm sure that I can't match the productivity of a certain intern - not that I want to, but I suppose I can learn the ropes without doing 12 hours (or more) shifts just as well as he could.