An English Lesson
It was the day I took a trial lesson for an English class. It was scheduled for 7 pm, but I went out just after 5 pm. I stopped by Uniqlo and got some underwear, button-up shirts, and lightweight trousers. The total came to about 10,000 JPY. The English class was a group lesson, and there were three other students. The lesson level was quite low for me, but it was a good experience. After that, around 8 pm, I visited the bar Torisen. I met Daichi-kun, who is a truck driver. He was drunk and talked a lot. I enjoyed drinking and talking with the other customers and the bar owner. I moved to the bar Ajia-tei. I ordered fried rice. It was a very rare thing for me. It was not very delicious, even though I have a poor sense of taste. That day, the bar owner, Oki-san, was not very talkative for some reason. I fell asleep around midnight.
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- An English Class It was the day to take a traial lesson for an English class. It was schedulet at 7 pm but I went out just after 5 pm. I stopped by a Uniqlo and got some underwares, button shirts, and light trowsers. The total came about 10000 JPY. The English class was a group lesson and there were 3 other students. The lesson level was quite low for me but it was a good experience. After that, around 8 pm, I visited the bar Torisen. I met Daichi-kun who is a track driver. He was drunk and talked a lot. I enjoyed the time drinking and talking with other customers and the bar owner. I moved to the bar Ajia-tei. I orderd fried-rice. It was super rare case for me. It was not so delicious even though I have a stupid tong. This day, the bar owner Oki-san had not much speaking for some reason. I fell asleep 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.
