The End Of The Year
The End of the Year I prepared some new email addresses to improve security. I tried to do the laundry, but it was occupied by the landlord’s laundry. I tried three times, and finally managed to do it. I published a blog article and shared it on social networking services. I finished the laundry at 9:25 pm and went to the bar My Way to attend the party. It was packed. I sat alone at the edge of the bar counter. When I got drunk, I joined a group and enjoyed the atmosphere. A woman started singing, and other people also sang along. Eventually, it became a fun time. I also had a cigarette. I lost my memory when I left. When I came back home, I fell down in my room and dropped a wine glass, which broke. I was completely drunk, so I ignored it and went to bed around 2 am or so. At least, it was not a lonely night.
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- The End Of The Year I prepared some new email addresses to improve security. I tried to do the laundry but it was occupied by landlord's laundry. I tried three times and I finally did it. I published a blog article and I shared it on social networking service. I finished the laundry at 9:25 pm and I went to the bar My Way to attend the party. It was packed. I sat down alone on the edge of the bar counter. When I got some drunk, I joined a group and I enjoyed atmospher. A woman started singing and people also sing a song. It was fun time eventually. I also got cigarret. I lost my memory when I left there. When I came back home, I fallen out in my room and I dropped a wine glass which was broken. I completely drunked so I ignored about it and dove into bed around 2 am or something. At least, it was not lonely night.
Contemporary artist based in the Netherlands. I’ve learned at an Art College and Culinary Institute. I attempt to connect ART and FOOD.
