Dutch Class and Watching a Movie
I wanted to skip the Dutch class, but I woke up around 6 am, so I went to the class. The teacher was an unfamiliar woman, but she was nicer than the other teachers. It was a productive time. I returned home for a while, and then I went to watch the movie Voor de Meisjes. It was a Dutch movie without subtitles, so I could not understand it completely. I regretted it because they seemed to have vivid and sharp conversations. After that, I visited the bar Stiefel. A man asked me, “Do you have the right to vote?” (He said it in Dutch, so I guessed what he meant.) I could not respond well, so he gave up trying to talk to me. I felt a bit miserable. I had sauteed corn, sausage, and spinach with bread for dinner. I also cooked stir-fried noodles. I ate too much. I fell asleep just after 11 pm.
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- Dutch Class And Watching Movie I wanted to skip the Dutch class but I woke up around 6 am so I went to the class. The teacher was unfmiliar woman but she was nicer than other teacher. It was productive time. I returend home for a while and then I went to watch the movie Voor de Meisjes. It was Dutch movien and no subtitles so I could not understand completely. I regretted they seemed expand vivid and sharp conversations. After that, I visited the bar Stiefel. A man talked to me "Do you have a voting right? (in Dutch so I guess what he said)". I could not make responce well so he gave up to communicate me. I felt a bit miserable. I had Sauteed corn, sausage, and spinach with bread for dinner. I also cooked stir-flied noodles. I ate too much. I fell asleep just after 11 pm.
Contemporary artist based in the Netherlands. I’ve learned at an Art College and Culinary Institute. I attempt to connect ART and FOOD.
