I have a funny story to tell. When I was young, I love to colour and paint. It is one of those hobbies where most girls around my age does back then and I was not the exception. Being brought up and schooled in a public school with influence of english curriculum (we had shakespeare, choir and the likes session btw) I remembered being asked to draw my house many a times during art classes and what I drew looked nothing like the house I live in Malaysia - but believe it or not, it looked more like the house I live in in Germany right now. Funny right. I was just telling hubby this the other day and he asked me why I did that. I could not answer him. Back to painting, I have been wanting to pick it up again for the longest time. And finally, I did last weekend, during one of our cycling session around the neighbourhood and I found a nice secluded spot to do just that. I am pleased. But I realised I´ve lost touched to the very basic of painting. After all, its been years since. But hubbys around and he gave me tips, so I think I survived.
Part 2 shall follow this weekend ... am hoping for pleasant weather :-)