Time Flies When You’re Having Fun
I checked out of the hotel at exactly 11am. It was too short to enjoy myself. I need a week at least. I moved to a restaurant which annexed the hotel. I worked there for one or two hours. I ordered a fresh orange juice. I found some annoying messages from my clients. It was sucks. After I finished my work, I moved from an inside seat to an outside seat. It was just above the canal. The temperature and weather was nice. I had a glass of beer. I came back home after 4pm. I had bento that I cooked day before yesterday but it was not as my art works, just bento. I fell asleep around 10pm.
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- Time Flies When You're Having Fun I checked out for the hotel at exact 11am. It was too short to enjoy myself. I need a week at least. I moved a restaurant which annexed the hotel. I worked there for one or two hours. I ordered a fresh orange juice. I found some annoying messages from clients. It was sucks. After finished my work, I moved from an inside seat to an outside seat. It was just above the canal. The temperature and wether was nice. I had a glass of beer. I came back home after 4pm. I had bento that I cooked day before yesterday but it was not as my art works, just bento. I fell asleep around 10pm.
Contemporary artist based in the Netherlands. I’ve learned at an Art College and Culinary Institute. I attempt to connect ART and FOOD.
