It is a warm sunny day.
I woke up in the morning and sorted out this blog at 5 or 6 in the morning. I was tired but I couldn't sleep.
Trevor made some smoothies for Yanyan and me. It was very delicious and feels like home.
I went to Birkenhead with Ronnie in the afternoon and took some pictures. We went on a Alfred Hitchcock trip after he shown me where to get cheap art stuff in Bold St. The weather was bright and fine.
I went to town and talked with Paul when I went back to the shop after 5pm. I bought some chacoal pencil and thought it is about time for some sketches. We talked about Francis Bacon and Simon Birch.
On one hand I am trying not be worried and wait things falling into its place; on the other hand I am quite insecure of my status.
Yanyan brought her friend and came to dinner at night. I taught her a bit how to use her watercolor pencils and she was very happy.
Gotta find a job, gotta finish my CV. I'd do anything for a place to rent but selling my ass.
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