Bento Duty
I had a headache for some reason, so I took some medicine. I went to the supermarket and bought ingredients for making bento. I chose a Chinese dish for the main item. I made only one bento, although I usually cook two—one for my mother and one for my father. However, I dislike my father these days, so I made just one. I went to the standing bar Nagomi. People were talking about a recent fire nearby. It was a funny and lively time. I stopped by a drugstore and bought plenty of sunscreen. On my way home, I ran into an elderly lady I knew from the karaoke bar Michi. She told me she had heard about me at the cafe Yamaneko. That made me happy because it showed how I have built a social network in this town. I had some leftover bento at home. My mother and I looked at my elementary school graduation photo album. It made me feel nostalgic. I told her that when I was in sixth grade, a music teacher had been burned and killed by a robber. I showed her the blog post I had written about the incident. She shed tears. I went to bed around 11 pm. I read a book for a while before sleeping.
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- Annoying Monthly Bento I felt head ache for some reason so I took medicine. I went to a supermarket and I got ingredients of bento cooking. I chose the main dish is Chinese food. I made only one bento but I usually cook two bento for my monther and my father. However; I hate my father these days so I cooked only one bento. I went to the standing bar Nagomi. People were talking about broken fire nearby a couple of days ago. It was funny time. I stopped by a drug store and I got plenty of sunscreen. When I was walking to my house, I met an elder lady who I knew each other at the karaoke bar Michi. She told me that she heard about me at the cafe Yamaneko. It made me happy because such a story showed me how I build social network this town. I had left over bento at home. My mother and I saw my elemetary school graduation photo album. It made me nostalgy. I told her when I was a 6th grade of elemetary school kid, a music teacher was burn and killed by rober. I showed her my blog article about the accident to her. She showed tear. I went to bed around 11 pm. I read books for a while before sleeping.
Contemporary artist based in the Netherlands. I’ve learned at an Art College and Culinary Institute. I attempt to connect ART and FOOD.
