Buying Art Materials
I attempted API trading on Coinbase, but I completely failed. Then I tried it on Bybit, and it was easy to connect. It seemed more suitable for my situation. I went to downtown Hiroshima. I was planning to go to Tokyu Hands, but it had relocated, so I visited an art supply store called Black instead. I bought a few paint tubes and some other items. They were holding a discount campaign, so everything was 20 percent off. I paid about 3,600 JPY. I dropped by my old regular bar, Hamaken. The atmosphere was just as it used to be, unchanged and pleasant. I spent some time reflecting on various things without reading any books. I simply looked out over the riverside view. I took a train back to my hometown and stopped by Ajia-tei. I bought a bottle of Japanese shochu called Kannoko. I found some interesting books there and read Cooking Vietnamese and one about trick art. It was quite meaningful to me. When I came home, my mom was still awake. She was listening to a baseball game featuring the Carp team on the radio. I had some simmered pork with rice and went to bed around midnight.
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- Going To Buy Art Materials I conducted to use API trading on Coinbase but I failed completely so I tried about it on Bybit. It was easy to connect. It seemed useful for my situation. I went to the central of Hiroshima. I supposed to go to Tokyu Hands but it was relocated somewhere so I visited an art material shop, Black. I got some paint tube so on. They were hold some discount campaign so it was 20 % off. I paid about 3600 JPY. I visited my old regular bar, Hamaken. It was good atmosphere without no change. I considered several things without reading books. I just looked view of the river side. I came back to my home town with a train and I visited Ajia-tei. I bought a new Japanese soju bottle Kannoko. I found some interesting books there. I read Cooking Vietnamese and tric art. It was quite meaningful for me. When I came back home, my mom still awasked. She listened the game of baseball for Carp team on the radio. I had some simmered pork with rice. I went to bed around midnight.
Contemporary artist based in the Netherlands. I’ve learned at an Art College and Culinary Institute. I attempt to connect ART and FOOD.
