Mingling Night
I attended a Dutch class in the morning. I stopped by a thrift shop because I wanted to get a kind of stool. However, I could not find any suitable one. I came back home and took a shower. I was going to take a nap but I could not. In the evening, I visited the bar Stiefel. When I was drinking a glass of beer, my friend Erol came in. He was receiving his own shop’s signboards from a man. He told me these were 300 EUR or so. We started talking and smoked together. We sat on the terrace seat, then another young man joined us. He told me he would get married in the near future and had bought his own house. The price was 1 million euro! His name was what’s-his-name (it was hard to pronounce). After coming back home, I had stir-fried spinach with egg, packed jasmine rice and instant noodles for dinner. I ate too much. I fell asleep around 11 pm.
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- Mingling Night I attended a Dutch class in the morning. I stopped by a thrift shop because I wanted to get a kind of stool. However, I could not find any suitable one. I came back home and took a shower. I was going to take a nap but I can not. In the evening, I visited the bar Stiefel. When I drink a glass of beer, my friend Erol came in. He was receiving his own shop's signboards from a man. He told me these were 300 EUR or so. We started talking and smoked together. We sat on the terrace seat then another young man joined us. He told me he will get marry in the near future and bought his own house. The price was 1 million euro! His name was whatshisname(It was hard to pronunciation). After came back home, I had stir-fried pork with a packed jasmine rice and instant noodles for dinner. I ate too much. I fell asleep around 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.
