Unproductive English Class
I went to a udon noodle shop, but it was closed, so I went to a ramen shop called Tanshoko. It was my second time visiting there, but I confirmed that I did not like the atmosphere, regardless of its reputation for good taste. When I was leaving, I accidentally poured a glass of water over myself. Sucks! On my way back home, I met my mother. She was also going to the same ramen shop. It was a day when I had an English class. I stopped by a bookstore in Alpark. They have many nice and affordable books. I bought three kinds of books. I attended an English class at 7 pm. This time, there was only one other student, including me. He was a high school student, and his English level was not very high. Therefore, the content of the lesson was quite easy and boring for me. I thought that when I returned to Japan, I should choose private lessons. I visited the bar Torisen. The bar owner showed me a Queen of the Night flower that was growing in his neighbor’s barber shop. He wondered if the flower would open that night. I moved to my hometown and visited my regular bar, Tachimachi-ya. I met Dai-chan, Kurume-san, and other familiar customers. I met a woman called Yuka-san who runs her own hair salon. She had a lot of complaints and problems with her work environment. We all laughed a lot at her frank and straightforward conversation. I went to bed just after midnight, but I could not fall asleep. I read books for an hour or so. Strangely, I woke up four or five times to go to the restroom on this unusual night.
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- Unproductive English Class I went to a udon noodles shop but it was closed so I went to a ramen shop called Tanshoko. It was the second time visiting sthere but I confirmed that I do not like the atmosphere leaving reputation about taste. When I was leaving, I poured a glass of water. Sucks! On the way back to home, I met my mother. She also was going to the same ramen shop. It was a day to take an English class. I stopped by a book store in Alpark. They have many nice and affordable books. I bought three kind of books. I attended an English class at 7 pm. This time, there were only student incliuding me. He was a high school student and his English level is not high. Therefore; contents of lesson was quite easy and boring for me. I thought when I return to Japan, I should chose a pricvate lesson. I visited the bar Torisen. The bar owner showed me a flower Queenof the night which placed naboher's barber. He wondered the flower should open this night. I moved to my home town and visited my regular bar Tachimachi-ya. I met Dai-chan, Kurume-san and other familiar customers. I met a woman called Yumi-san who run her own hair dressing shop. She has a lot of complaints and troublesome about her work environment. We, all laughed a lot her frank straight conversation. I went to bed just after midnight but I could not sleep in. I read books for an hour or so. Terribly, I woke up four or five time to go a restroom this strange night.
Contemporary artist based in the Netherlands. I’ve learned at an Art College and Culinary Institute. I attempt to connect ART and FOOD.
