2/4 day before going back to medical..

i attempted to have a cool day today, studying in the sun in the park amongst the elderly kung kung's and por por's savouring the spring breeze, ran into the public library and found a few books on watercolour (oh this afternoon's trial was a disaster, will tell you about it later)... and felt like a housewife strolling in the shops in noon wearing those heels...

kind of sorted out my room again while putting on the rose face mask from julie. this time it's much better, my medical books and leisure books are in different shelfs now. and i've got the empty files ready for filing the journals... it looks like i can't buy anymore books, i don't have any more space for them. i'd been doing things all day, suddenly a tinge of sadness dropped on the floor. i remembered what it was. yea i'm still feeling a bit lonely, perhaps still waiting for a call. or two?? i dare not even think.

anyhow, i dropped that thought and did a bit of work. later on, i started my first attempt at watercolour painting, it ended in disaster... i was to paint the sky with some morning beige clouds, it ended up a blue streaks with two yellow blobs. am i that rubbish?? should i be thankful that i bought the cheapest box of colour?? i want going to paint something for somebody, even that piece of paper was ruined by the masking tape. i guess i'm too stupid to 'act' too professionally and taped the piece of paper onto my drawing board with the wrong type, 'cow skin'!!