3rd and 4th Day [30 Nov 2008-1 Dec 2008] : Antwerp -> Amsterdam

Visited : Vincent Van Gogh Museum, Torture Museum, Madame Tussauds, Anne Frank's House,
Canal Cruise

We took a train to Amsterdam on the 3rd day and it was snowing on the way there. Except, there isn't any snow in Amsterdam. -__-

Ah yes..Amsterdam..the City of Sin as they call it. Every single shit you can imagine would never be legal in any other country is legalised there. The trams, cars, bicycles and motorcyles uses the SAME road. So, there's a chance of you getting hit by either one of it.

I saw lollipops in every souvenier shop. Weed lollipops.
And they sell bongs by the truck load.
They have various sex toys for display, sex museum, cards of completely naked women, porno stuff for sale.. yadda yadda.

But NO, I did NOT get stoned or did anything stupid in Amsterdam because I am not one of those "oh I think drugs and fucking around is cool". It's NOT cool. But well, most guys are childish like that, so yeah.
Btw, I admire guys who can THINK. Not a person who goes around getting stoned and going "duuhhhh" with a blank expression all the time. If you're one of those idiots who falls in that particular category, here is a line ___________________ Imagine its a 100000000000000km line which you and I are seperated with. Just so you know, I get very annoyed when I talk to idiots and I tend to get snappy at 'em. Thanks. =)

Anyway, moving on with the story:

You'd KNOW it's unsafe in Amsterdam when their McDonalds, a CHILD's haven, has rules like these:

Am I right?
It's freaky, you're not even safe in MCD?!?! gawd.

We went to the Van Gogh Museum after our lunch but I didn't get any pictures 'cause they didn't allow any. They were afraid the flashes would spoil the painting or something. l-o-l.
The museum was interesting nontheless. I got a "guided audio tour" thingie and the guy at the booth was just too nice. Kinda handsome too. =)
Still think that most of his paintings looks like a 5 year old's. But it was done with passion, you could see that. It's really sad that he lived such a tragic life and commited suicide in the end.

At night we went to..
The Torture Museum!!
woohoo. I wanted to see the torture museum for quite some time. Somehow all these things interest me. I'm NOT a sadist f-y-i. I'm just interested in learning 'bout the lives of the past.

That's me, happily standing at the entrance. Okay, honestly I was kinda freaked out before entering because..it looks scary..even from the outside. The moment you step in, the floor creaks because it's all made of wood and stuff.

There's quite alot of torture instruments on display but I would like to highlight 2 of these.:

WHAT in the WORLD did SHE do to deserve a NIPPLE pinch like that??? Mind you, those metal tweezers were LARGE. I think it would've been able to rip the whole nipple out. Sick.
$*&^@#$@#$
Another one would be this Ass-tearing torture instrument.
They'd actually strip you naked, put weights on your feet, place you on top of that triangular thing and slowly let it rip your body apart starting from the ass.
I realised that people in those days tend to aim the private parts for torture. *shudders*

An embarassing incident happened at the Asian Kitchen where we had our dinner after the visit at the museum.
I went down to the toilet (all the toilets in the restaraunts are located downstairs) and got LOCKED IN.
Oh-my-goodness-gracious.
As if I am not embarassing enough in my own country, I had to embarass myself in ANOTHER country.
I was trying to unlock the damn thing and it wouldn't budge. So I used the phone my mom passed to me to "call in case of emergency" to call her because it WAS and EMERGENCY.
But I couldn't get through. I rang and rang. Finally, I gave up..after 2 minutes.
Then..I heard *stomp stomp stomp* some footsteps coming down.
I was all "hallelujah! My mom heard my misscall after all!"
There was a guy's voice on the other side "hey, you're locked in?"
Me "Um..yeah.............."
He " okay..now try to pull"
*pulls*
And the door opened.
He "sorry, but the toilet door tends to be quite difficult to open" *smiles smiles smiles*
Me *red faced* "uh thanks!" (shit, he was the handsome guy I was checking out. And...I embarassed myself like that..nonono it isn't happening.)

When we paid our bill, he was still looking and smiling!

"....................................."

(btw, he was a chinese guy with the most sexy deep voice and speaks extremely good english with really handsome features.)

Blegh. Shall not think about it!


This is the view from our hotel window.
Oh yeah, the name of our hotel was "Old Quarter"..which was located just a few minutes away from the Amsterdam Central station..so, it was basically at the heart of Amsterdam. We could take the trams/canal cruise from there..to any part of Amsterdam.
BUT, the room was small, although it was small, it was VERY expensive.
It was located above a bar as well. haha.

4th Day

We kinda woke up too early because we were all excited about visiting the wax museum.
It was a dream of mine to go to a wax museum because..I don't know. I just want to go.

The wax museum opened at 10am but we were out by 8.30am so we did some walking and sightseeing around the area and bought some souveniers. =)

We were waiting at the Madame Tussauds by 9.50am.
Over enthusiastic tourists? hahaha.

So here they are!
Some of the pictures from the lovely museum.

Caption: Just some dutch lady sweeping the floor. *sweep sweep sweep*

Caption: I propose...WORLD PEEEAAACCEEE yo~!!!

Caption: Where's the rule the world file???

Caption: I decided to drop marketing and go into dj-ing.

Caption: Who wouldn't know this star of Bollywood??? Why does everyone adore him?

Caption: Jenny from the block. Myyy her ass IS HUGE.

Caption : Oh Mona Lisa..you have dazzled people for a long long time..is it your hair?

Caption: If it's because of your eyebrow-less eyes and a smile which is not a smile then take that!
I'm a real person with eyebrows and I can SMILEEEE~!
Woooo..why do I always make lame jokes..whyy... -__-

Caption: Gandhi's my man! X)

Caption: He's my man too! haha

Caption: Van Gogh and the painting of his room.

Caption: Kylie Minouge! =D
** please ignore my retarded leg position.
zzzz

Caption: darn, I forgot her name all of a sudden. She's some famous actress ;p
**update: It's JULIA ROBERTS. How could I forget? hahaha. X) thanks to Vic~!

Caption: Pretending to be afraid of "heights" =/

Caption: I wanted to jump but he won't let me =(

After the Wax Museum, we went to the Anne Frank's House/Museum (there's a total of 63 museums in Amsterdam).

I really really wanted to go to Anne Frank's house because I've read her book/diary and I just wanted to see exactly where she lived while she was hiding.


Pictures weren't allowed inside but my dad secretly took a photo of her.
While walking through the house/her hiding place where they described how she lived her life with her family..
I..just had this overwhelming emotion of sadness and pity for her.
When I saw a short film of her father talking about her, I almost teared.
But I didn't. I said ALMOST.
I don't tear that easily these days. Plus, it was in public. =/

We proceeded to go for a canal cruise around the city because we had to get back to our hotel by 6pm.
The captain of the cruise was hilarious. =)

After the cruise we walked around and shopped for awhile. Then, we headed back to our hotel to get our luggages and made our way back to the Amsterdam Central station at 7pm.

Hopped on the train and went back to Antwerp!