Blank Doll smiles.

The world is perfect once more.

The exams are nearly over. Just two more days and then, I have a strong desire to pull a stallone on hist s even though I know I should just get in there can claim my Merit plus.

And it WILL be a merit plus because I'll never be able to get a Distinction unless I do two SEA hist s questions and one GP hist s question and even then, I wonder. I dare not compare myself to St. Janice of Heng but I think I do fine enough for an student aspiring to intelligence.

And I didn't even break my back while doing my weights today. Now doing ten kg each. I wonder how long it will have to take before I get used to them and can move on. Right now, they're hell, especially since I'm no longer to switch on the fan.

HMPH. It turns out, Mummy can't take us to Paris now because Pa will miss his appointment with the oncologist now. This is most annoying. This also means I shall have to stay in Singapore during that long awful period while everyone else begin studying for their A levels.

Disgusting. Nevermind, I'm definitely going to Paris for good anyway so I'm sure by then, I'd have fallen into the Seine enough times.

Incidentally, you can't actually swim in the Seine and every year, Paris imports tonnes of sand and pours them on the streets in celebration of La Fete de la Plage. Les parisiens sont tres bizarre a mon avis. Pourquoi vourdrait-on faire des plage quand France a beaucoup de cotes?

Anyway, DEE, I BOUGHT THE BOOK. FASHION BABYLON.

I solemnly promise I will not take drugs or go to my own after-show party. Nor will I listen one bit to what La Wintour says because it's all crap. I will however hang onto every word that M. Arnault, M. De Sole and Mr. Ford say.

C'est tout.