Italy - Rome

I haz Goldfish Syndrome.
Hence, I'd need to blog the remaining 20% of my memory on Italy before I wipe them all clean.

Come to think about it...I haven't even blogged about Hong Kong.
Such.
A.
Loser.

Cutting all crap short. Too much information in my mind I'm about to combust!

Here goes:-

Destination: Rome
Flight departure: 11.45pm (Local Time)
Arrival (Fiumicino Airport): 6am...zzz

We were given premium access to the VIP lounge before boarding.
Free flow of watered down beer and yummy Bok Choy. Err...
The ice cream was pretty good though. Oh and they had the latest TIMES mag. Pfft

I slept my ass off. Woke up for meals in between, and slept the remaining away.

Venue:

Vatican City

Not gonna tell you the history here. Too much to tell.
And I'll get the facts wrong WTF. Wiki/Google, will you? Awesome.

Be there early. You'll know why.

It was about...8am when we arrived. Streets were pretty empty and we snapped away while waiting for the local tour guide to be there.

St. Peter's Basilica

She came and handed us each a little walkie.

Absolutely awful looking. Thank goodness for slightly longer hair. #vainpot

But it helps. You could be in France, she'd still be speaking right into your ear drums. And yes, she speaks Engrand.

At 8+am, there was a queue into the basilica.

Amelia.

I swear, she's a woman.

Putting up pictures of the interior is an insult to the church.

SERIOUSLY, it's too damn overwhelming and breathtaking.

I entered and thought I went to heaven. Just that I was talking to unfamiliar gods. #slapsbacktoreality

Anyway, it's gigantic. Probably take 2-3 hours to go through the entire place but some highlights...

The dome where crepuscular rays shone at me.

You say like heaven or not?!

The dome, if not mistaken, is completed by Michelangelo. Either that or started by him and completed by Giacomo della Porta. *bites lips*. Google it.

This I'm sure. Michelangelo's Pieta.

There's now a bullet-proof glass panel before the marble sculpture because an ass chopped the hands of Mother Mary off some time back. *shakes head*.

Italians.

They found the hand and restored it. Same hand, I guess. YAY!

The Pope.

I knelt down on both knees while taking this picture and no one dared to cross my path.

Freaked me out I ran.

Bernini's "Cathedra Petri"

I know this is a holy, so excuse me but...

it's FUCKING beautiful.

Kthanx.

What the pope sees

There was an event the following day.

I obviously forgot what significant day it was, but understood the whole place would be packed, that is.

Swiss Guards

No, the one in Orange, silly. Pink's my Dad.

I wanted to poke them because they stood as though they were frozen in time. But apparently they are fierce and quote: high reputation for discipline and loyalty.

They might hang me. So...

Top right 2nd window. Where the Pope is.

*waves*

11am - The queue went 1 round the basilica.

Sun was burning. Barbeque Italians YAY!

Venue:

Coliseum

I was warned, to not take pictures with the Gladiators. Because they rob shit off you.

We ran every time a Russell Crowe approached.

JUMP.

Check out my leggings. Major love.

They're not pyjs.

Couldn't resist.

4 euros. Mofos.

Say hi to my tennis court windshield forehead.

Lunch:

Provided (Free)

- Appetizer, salad

- First course, Pizza (1 each)

- Main course, spaghetti

- Dessert, Tiramisu

That's like a 12" from Pizza Hut.

All for me, myself and I.

Verdict: No more pizza for 3 years.

Venue:

Trevi Fountain

The bus stopped us about a couple minutes walk away from the destination.

No complaints. Every single corner and building is a postcard angle. Weather was good. You could walk the whole country, and still feel good.

Until you finally sit down and realize, you've lost your legs.

Dick the Pasta.

Mommy said to buy later. Hence, we forgot.

This is a reply to: THIS

I told Daddy this place probably has very good Feng Shui. Despite the crowd, the constant splashing of water on your face and distracting calls from Gelato sellers, I felt pretty serene just standing there.

Each and every statue means something. DOH!!! Wiki it.

Venue:

Spanish Steps

We didn't understand why the people loved the sun so much.

We did, the following day.

I'm sorry we said you are all crazy monkeys.

There's really nothing much at the stairs.

A whole lot of youngsters enjoying the rays, making out and...lotsa shopping.

Fashion walk.

AngAng, Lynnie...camp there.

From the peak of the stairs

Scenic view of Rome. Ok you can't see much. I blame my skills and my height.

Trying out my 50mm.

Somehow the Ah Por had to get into the way.

If you ever get here, enter the church. It's nice.

When we did, they were humming some...songs...and because it's Lent, flashes of The Rite kept appearing.

Freaked out and ran off.

I know. I'm a champion.

We stayed at Papillo Hotel.

Spacious rooms, enough for 3, I shared the bed with Mommy because I'm a kid, thank you. My bed was left empty...#win

Food from the cafe was amazing.

I had Pesto Chicken Pasta, Daddy some smoked chicken breast with berry vinegar and Mommy some fish.

I know right, I'm absolutely detailed and accurate. -.-

We shared a Borsch and the bill came to about 60+ euro.

Pretty decent.

#fallsoffchair

From the mart next to the hotel, mutated capsicums.

People in Italy must be really honest.

To purchase fruits, select your choice from the lot, pick your amount, head to the weighing machine, get the price tag, and then to the counter.

D.I.Y

And so we thought, so what if we weigh, head back to the basket and toss more fruits into the bag, after the price tag is printed?

You Italians thank god we're not from TongShan.

For more pictures, here.

Next update, Florence. When I'm...I mean...soon. XD

Mellita, Domi adsum!

Currently listening to:

Jun Kung, Jun K


Forgive me if the title is...wrong.
It's supposed to mean: 'Honey, I'm home!'
Apparently, Google Translate isn't very accurate.
OH WELL.

I'm home.
Physically. Mentally still not very whole. I don't believe in jet-lags.
I think.
Maybe not. Daym, I'm sleepy.

That aside, it was a fucking fantabulous trip.
I told the parents countless times that it felt pretty surreal, sipping Espresso (yes, the caffeine intolerant bitch had coffee EVERYDAY...sips only but, HEY I tried!), listening to gospel hymns and having the winds of spring caress my skin.

The wind was evil. It cracked my skin. PFFT!

Not that I mind though. <3

Details later. I need to catch up on my much needed sleep.

The luggage just arrived.
Oh yes, the beloved local airline (take a wild shot who), left my hugeass red baggage behind while I happily flew home myself...with all my belongings and necessities stuck there...at the Fiumicino Airport.

All's good now. Everything's still intact. Chocolates looking good.
Little souvenirs not broken.
Claim your gifts soon.

That's if I got you any.
Or if you're worth them. MUAHAHAH

Just joking.
No seriously, things are expensive don't ask for too much, shoo.

Picture above, me enjoying my €1 strawberry at a cafe in Verona.
<3

The long awaited...

Currently listening to:

David Choi, By My Side

Cameron Highlands was fantabulous.

It was near crazy if not for the constant rain. Nevertheless, it's ze best by far (okay the best was 20 years back so...don't exactly remember).

We actually all came back with a post-Camerons depression.

Great.

And not to mention that, the strawberry popsicles are running out already.

Daym.

All the flowers were as big as my face. And considering the massive size of my face, the flowers...ARE HUGE.

What?

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Okay.

I'm lazy to blog.

It's Saturday afternoon and I should be out in the garden getting a tan.

Who am I kidding.

But no, I want a tan.

And so...it's 30 days

The surgery went well.

*falls flat on fours and kisses all gods*

Not kidding.

The weekend was awful. Right up to 2.15pm on Saturday, we were all feeling miserable.

Very. very miserable.

Did marketing cos Mommy had to be at Assunta early while they did an entire body checkup for Daddy. Not kidding. Picked up pork and fish and braced the muddy wet market. ALL HAIL THE PEANUT!

Reached the hospital at 11.30am with NatNat and they wheeled him in at 12noon.

I reckon hospital suits should be more colourful...to at least brighten spirits.

Just saying.

*dup dup dup*

The nurse said: Plus minus ONE hour.

Natnat kept herself busy with Daddy's phone. Mommy was reading the papers and layaning in between while I was flipping through Cosmo.

At 1pm, everyone started fidgeting.

Teresa Palmer, House of Harlow, Kate Moss and dVb didn't seem attractive anymore.

At 1.30pm, we were all quiet.

At 2pm, I stormed to the nurses' counter and asked if they know anything about the surgery.

'Oh it went well. Nurses are pushing him up now'.

O.o

Dear nurses, next time if got any delays, don't promise the timing k?

Damn 7 scary can?!

Damn layan goofing.

Acting all calm and fine is hard. But we were all doing it.

MEHHHH.

So all's good.

Hopefully results turn out good too.

Canggih sial. Wound so small. Doesn't even hurt much he said.

And now, the vegetarian month begins.

EVERYONE...don't tempt me.

THANK YOU.

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On a brighter weekend note,

IT WAS SO GOOD!!!

You WILL enjoy the show if:

1) You are OLD.

2) You know so many Canto songs (including junk like the one up here)...that...IT'S SO MASSIVELY COOL!

Hah!

4-days to Camerons.

Smileeee!

Self-Reminder: Rindu

Currently listening to:

Begin to Hope, Regina Spektor

Day 5.

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識讀咪click吓來睇lo...

The Weekend...

So the weekend spelled FOOD and AWESOMENESS.

Because after much persuasion, the family decided to give in and head to Southsea Seafood Restaurant for a try.

Why much persuasion you ask...

Because to them, I'm the weird daughter, with a peculiar mind and an eccentric taste for food.

But I have my convincing powers. MUAHAHAHA

Venue: Southsea Seafood Restaurant, Subang

Price: RM567

Cheese-baked Escargots

Fresh oyster. Damn 7 huge, right out from the icy cold water.

*bites tongue to curb craving*

Marmite Sri Lankan crab.

Oh well if you're rich, feel free to try the spider crab. Not too expensive. Only about RM428 per piece in average.

-.-"

Egg-Yolk Crab.

Tasted as though it was composed with loads of yolk and...peanut butter. LOVED IT. Only I favoured it though. So try if you're funky. HAH

Cheese-baked oyster. *shakes head*

Killed the freshness.

ENTAHLAH IKAN APE NI. MACIAM PIRANHA. Damn fresh. Damn yummy. Nothing left. Wanted to tapao the soy sauce back even. GAHHH

Had a whole lot of other food but...sorry too busy to snap pictures.

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So the Sunday was very quiet.

Effort to run on both Saturday and Sunday was a mega fail.

Did about 40 minutes of random stuff, sweat like pig then rushed off for Siew Yen's wedding at Tropicana Golf and Country Resort. Sat with a whole table of bosses. God Bless Me.'

Someone needs to do something about the jam on Sg. Besi. Try this:

1) If you're a Touch n' Go card holder, STAY IN YOUR FUCKING LANE! We have SMART TAG for a reason so don't be a smart ass, jumping queue and assblocking everyone behind you when you're not allowed back into the line!!!

2) Try to at least continue driving when an accident happens. Even if it's at 15mph.

-.-"

Gonna stay up for World Cup.

Not a fan. Don't even watch for the hot players although Torres does look good.

BUT, I don't like the squid. Cos it scares me that it's so accurate.

Therefore, I'm rooting for Netherlands. Yes, I'm rebellious and annoying liddat.

If Spain does win...please don't let this taco predict when the world is coming to an end.

Walan.

Damn gross can?

The Birth of a Wise Man

*bad hair day*

Your Dad taught you ABC.

My Dad taught me Supercalifragilisticexpialidicious.

Your Dad read you The 3 Little Bears.

My Dad read me Lao Fu Zi, the Bible (we're Buddhists anyway ROFL), Malaysian folklores and a whole book by Disney.

Your Dad bought you a dog.

My Dad brought me to Petaling Street and we had a day with the dogs, cats, birds, fish, rabbits, chameleons, worms, flies and pigs.

Your Dad taught you how to draw a stick man.

My Dad taught me oil painting, wet-in-wet, tie-dye, wash, sketching, geometry, symmetry and how to decorate a Christmas tree.

Your Dad sat by you when you were in the hospital down with Dengue.

My Dad filled my bedridden days with stories of Hercules, The Archilles' Heel, Romance of the 3 Kingdoms, the Opening of the Red Sea and...Lao Fu Zi.

Your Dad gave you his money.

My Dad gave me his everything.

Walao.

Can beat me or not in cheesy posts?

Happy Birthday, Di.

I Laps You Big Time.

Pre-Birthday Celebration @ TGIF

Niece not fully recovered hence the absence of the Nat and family.

Therefore, there will be another.

When ar when ar? XD

Mommy's Cheesecake.

Anyone wanna order?

Father's Day...Already

This year's Father's Day was practically...not celebrated.

Everyone was too occupied by the little one.

No time for anything else.

She's all fine now *sprawled on ground thank you god*. Jumping around and occasionally stomping her feet to random songs on TV with a pretty pale face. O.o...please recover soon.

THEREFORE...

To the Daddy,

-Karate Kid definitely does not commensurate with the love that we have for you.

-The mid-afternoon half awake 'Happy Father's Day' wish that I mumbled does not mean that we do not cherish all that you've done for us and...

-The yummy wantan mee dinner that you had with Mommy without us is not a sign that we have forgotten you.

We just wanted you to have a quiet...me-time...*we couldn't get rid of Mommy*

Because for the past 20+ years, we know it's been pretty tough for you, living with so many ladies.

HAH...

But, we still love you.

A lot. Nono...

A whole lot.

Calls for a post-celebration...agreed?

South Sea for Sri Lankan crabs perhaps?

XD

And You Thought You Knew...

Picture this:

1) You accidentally slice the tip of your finger with a Kai Knife and salt water/lemon juice splashes on it

2) You're running on the street and your foot lands on a long nail that stabs right through your metatarsus

3) You just had a massive breakup with your partner of like...500 years

Think that hurts? 18 June 2010 just told me that those experiences are peanuts.

THIS...hurts.

All those tears and needle pricking and heat.

Swear you'd ask for an exchange of positions with the little one. At least an adult can speak.

Cute thing is...as long as she doesn't see her left hand with that drip attached, she'll be fine. -.-"

"OKOK...cover with hanky." *stops crying* :S

And she's my niece. Imagine her parents.

So to all you out there reading and thinking of having a kid just cause you're at the age where...you SHOULD have a kid, facepalm yourself till you're awake and think thrice. Only have these cute little things when you're all ready.

NOT BECAUSE "Oh you're 28 d...time to have a kid!"

Double facepalm.

Haijor such an auntie post.

But seriously...damn sedey-fying can? Hmph...

Everyone please pray she can be discharged ASAP.

Thank yous.

On a brighter note, fever's gone. Stay that way please. Ulcers are gone too. *wipes sweat*

Inspired by Peter Alexander.

High waisted harem + Shawl summore. So vintage.

Oh and...the house is turning into a bird park.

Looks like a Quail's...takder penyu...bagi replacement. Ok jugak.

Everyone stock up on the vitamins!

Stay healthy!!!