Tomorrow marks my last day as Fashion Intern. Though for the past week or two, I have been doing 2 jobs and unpaid. Did I mention my new boss is a doll? She is a vulgarity sprouting doll. But I like. Another person to Fling Fucks with. Apparently Xiu Ru and I only trade fucks with each other. Indeed the world is a civilised place. But no! Poptart too, one less person that is a lady.

The road ahead is hard. As Karen Carpenter sang, ‘We only just begun, to live. White lace and promises, a kiss for luck and we’ll on our way..’. All typed out from memory. Everyone plays this song at their wedding. But this is apt for the beginning of my new ‘career’. Except no white lace but hard hard work. The learning curve is a 90 degree straight learning vertical curve. When they throw you in, you trap (lazy to find whether correct spelling) water. When the waves go above you, you smile and hold your breath. Hopefully you can stay afloat. If not, the other option is drowning. But honey, drowning is a horrible way to go.

There is a probation. I have never been under probation. Maybe they will find out I am an imposter and toss me out after three months.

The madness continues. Her Royal Highness decreed I iron my T-shirts today. As I wondered whether I should invest in a steamer (easier since I have been trained by work) to ‘iron’ my clothes, I cannot wait for the day when my T-shirts can just be not ironed. Though of course Debbie Harry looks much better ironed flat, I will try to live with abit of a crumpled flair.

I have a crick in my neck. Massive migrane. Tension headache some people (The Laney) calls it. I started watching another Ella show with Wu Chun and Jiro Wang. Ella rocks. I think I am going through proper teeny boppy puberty right now.