As an English tutor, it's getting increasingly frustrating to pick up a storybook (Front Row by Lisa Armstrong *yes all former AMKSSians, I detect that slight lifting of eyebrows at the mere mention of THAT hairy Arts teacher w the unforgettable voice*) w a seemingly bimbotic (okok to put it nicely: whimsical. But who're we kidding ourselves really) take on the fashion world, read it & realise I'd come across abt 3 words per pg that I've either nvr come across or no clues as to what they meant. It seemed like all sense of comprehension for those miserable little lines had *wait wait, I mean HAS* completely eluded me for each farking word. Damn.

Seriously man. This is freaking me out, so much so that my nua-ing session @ Coffee Bean was a little tainted by that growing imaginary storm cloud over my PiBaBong hair. *Earl Grey is SOOO fragrant I was thinking if I can make a potpourri out of it hahaha. Kidding.* Would have scribbled & scrawled the words on a napkin but I had no pen. Fark. So that means I'm reading the storybook AGAIN from the beginning, this time w an empty envelope & pencil beside me. Initially wanted to take a photo of it for fun but my FujiFilm F410 is too far away. *God I sound like a pathological loser*

I'm getting really long-winded here, aint I? Just delaying my packing my beach bag for tml. Then again I've been there so many times, I'd get it done in a jiffy. I think. Hmmm... Better get started. So I can drown my sorrows in a thick shocking-pink book until I fall asleep at probably 3am w another envelope & pencil beside my pillow.

Later.