I know i’m jumping posts all over the place
but i really want to put up as many pictures and notes about my Euro-trip as i can,
before other trips follow and i NEVER END up blogging about anything! And the reason i’m doing so is more for myself (sorry being a bit selfish!) cos i know i’m going to forget lil bits and pieces i wanna treasure, and by doing that i’d like to look back at it easily!
It’s easy to find yummy food in Amsterdam.
One of the times we decided not to use the Wallpaper guide
and simply duck into the nearest okay-looking cafe,
the food was satisfying enough!
We walked on and stumbled onto a flea market.
MUST HUNT FOR BARGAINS.
Warning: Shopaholic Talk Alert
Yishyene and i were pouncing on colourful bundles of clothes on the floor,
all vintage and each costing around 4 euros.
For a while i was trying to be REASONABLE (note: ‘reasonable’ does not exist next to word ‘shopaholic’) and not buy too many pairs of vintage leggings cos they’re quite heavy, and i still had to take into consideration all the other clothes/books/stuff i was to bring back to KL.
But after feeling its authentic thick material paired with crazy-ass prints, i threw all ‘reason’ out the window and picked more than one.
I couldn’t NOT pick just one… i know i’d be thinking of the prints and regretting it back home.
Lots of vintage bathing suits for cheap too, but most of them were too large, i swear the crotch would be hanging off me somehow. NoT attractive!
Went gaga over this stall selling only ribbon.
All TYPES of ribbon – new, vintage, colourful, floral, graphic.
Thanks to the “wannabe fashion designer in me with good intentions”,
i ended up buying a few metres of some patterned ribbons which were too precious to ignore.
And now… they’re sitting in my room. Somewhere.
Ye olde baby’s chair
See. Even things like this chair i want to buy okay.
I think of where i’d put it, and how kitschy and precious it’d look in a room.
Lots more interesting bits and bobs i spotted while walking around the streets of Am -
I love how the reflection of the real trees and sky go with the glass painting!
We tried entering as under-18s (seeing how we always have trouble passing as 18 to buy drinks) but it didn’t work.
When you WANT to look young, you can’t.
When you DON’T, it doesn’t work either.
I think Van Gogh had a sense of humour…
because amidst all his paintings of still life and portraits,
there is suddenly one that sticks out like a sore thumb -
Feeling cultured from visiting the museum,
we went to Vondelpark to do our favourite thing… nothing.
Got food, beer, and sat there talking rubbish.
My favourite line:
Me: “Imagine if you walked around in public doing that.”
Her: “I am in public.”
Hahaha, Yishninini i miss you so!
top, mng; shorts, topshop, tights, public beware
FYI, those polka dots you see are SHORTS alright.
Just in case you got the wrong idea.
One of the restaurants mentioned in it, As, happened to be near Qbic,
so Yishyene made a booking and we walked over for Sunday lunch.
As is a former church,
and on an entirely separate hand,
also the former home to art+design+fashion collection, Platform 21.
Its interior is based around rustic communical tables
and is designed by Muller van Tol.
One thing i love about Yishyene is how we both place food as a high priority on our Things-To-Spend-On list.
We both shared a linguine and pizza,
and it was AMAZING.
After lunch, we took the train to city centre
On me > floral top; absolute vintage
white shorts; aa
pink tights; topshop
pink + white scarf; zara
Nothing is open in Amsterdam on a Sunday.
The Anne Frank house was open but the queue was so long, i decided to go for it on a weekday.
We bought drinks,
sat by the canal (as everyone else seemed to be doing), watched the sun glint on the water,
listened to a man on a violin,
and envied the ppl passing by in boats with lots of food on the tables.
We got tired of the canal after a long time (quite long, really)
and looked for Vondelpark
where we sat in the sunshine
and drinking beer
We also met this really funny guy called Francois.
He wasn’t creepy nor weird like other ppl who tried disturbing us,
and us three had some good converstaions.
Many of them involving Yishyene and i laughing at him.
He let us in on this stampcard he was very excited about,
where for every 5 euros you spend, you get a chop.
And when you get 10 chops,
you get a free mini football.
This stampcard was for Bull Dog,
a shop that sells weed and hash legally.
Flew in to Amsterdam today
after a massive night out @ Shoreditch with Meesh, Jayna, Marie + AlcoJason yesterday.
Just about managed to drag my hungover ass out of bed,
curse silently about how my body doesn’t tolerate alcohol as it used to,
and jump on the Heathrow Express.
The scenery is immaculate.
Staying at Qbic. No complaints here – rooms are spotless, modern…
and the lights change colour according to the settings you decide on.
At first, Yishyene and i were like, “Damn, it’s gonna be like a porn movie!” But it’s pretty cool in a trashy way.
Also like the bathroom lights with motion sensors for when you step into it.
Great for blur people like us.
Were starved, so we got ready and headed out
to have carbonara + wine for dinner,
before a walk in Amsterdam’s red light district to digest our food.
ventured into a ‘coffee shop’,
surveyed girls in window displays (squirming their bodies and once, touching herself),
watched the guys who were causing human traffic jams by stopping to gawk in front of the windows,
and found ourselves in Supperclub.
The real one, that clubs in KL and BKK were ‘inspired’ after.