Hello, new world.

I wake up on the same hour every morning and squeeze within thirty minutes what I used to do in an hour. I almost always run after time. Five minutes late is longer since rush hour is within my two-hour trip. I chase 7:30 clad in slacks and button-down. I hope everyday to get a seat on the train.

I reach the office and anticipate what it is I have to learn or do. Sometimes it's a new function on Excel, sometimes it's how to force myself to focus. I am amazed more often than not at the things I learn in school being used outside the classroom. I get a glimpse of what they call the real world and perhaps step in a little too.

Eight hours pass by and Abbey and I get ready to go home. Sometimes, though, there's work we don't want to put for the next day anymore. I pray a little for space in the train and a short queue for an FX ride. And then I am home again, sometimes just in time to get eight hours of sleep.

I spend Saturday lazing all day and when Tuesday comes everything feels new again. I pray and wait for the time I will get use to this kind of life. That time is not when everything feels normal for me already, when everyday is just a repeat of the past days. That time is when everything feels right and I feel that I'm where I should be. That time is when fear of doing wrong is replaced by thrill of facing challenges. That time will come, in His time.

This is perhaps what they call the real world. I say it's just different. Because that world where five minutes late mean walking a little faster in Teletubby land and where I can chase 8:30 clad in shorts and slippers, it's just as real. I feel blessed doing this internship, really. Because just as I feel being exposed to what I want to do after college, I feel being made to realise how much I should and will value what I pray will be my last year in school.