For those who bumble along for being in Amsterdam before, I know how you feel, haha. I was there last weekend by the way, quite an interesting experience for a 26 years old me.
Ups, did I say 26? Next month I’m gonna be 27! Huaa… I am not cute anymore!
In fact, I am fat.
So, Amsterdam huh?
When I was five years old I was living in Amsterdam, too, for a while. With my parents, of course, who else?!
I must be cute at that time, unlike today, I am fat.
I can’t remember all the things I’ve seen, but my mother used to tell me stories about my childhood. Bringing Amsterdam up to my memory again. There are also some photos of me wearing this stripped soft coloured dress and a birthday hat, giving some birthday bags to my classmates at Kindergarten. I guess I had my birthday party at that moment.
What a mooron. Of course, it was my birthday! See, it is distructing me that I’m fat. I can’t even write a good sentence.There are also other photos of me wearing a red winter jacket, biting one of my finger in front of a landscape-which-I-don’t-know-where. That red winter jacket was really a good friend of mine. I can see it from almost the photos I’ve seen, haha.However I think that my parents are really a good parents. They used to take me with a bike to the park, feeding some swans and ducks, or just staying at home, drawing. They made me such a good kid who just knows about parks, legoland, and trams. Until 21 years later, I can see the real Amsterdam, wahahaha (the devil is laughing). (more…)
