*dusts self*

OHAI!!!

It's been a while.

A long...long while.

One, I've been too busy *coughs* lazy *coughs*

Two, Twitter does the job way faster.

Three...I'm lazy.

It usually suddenly pops up in my mind that I need to update about Italy.

WTF it's been too long, but I still very much do wanna talk about it. Perhaps if someone could just help manage the pictures I'd do up a post pretty quick.

Not that anyone is reading but WTF, I'm pretty sure I'd have Alzheimer's soon so there...er...next post. Jyeah...

I've been writing *never seem to complete*

I've been singing *for a probably non-existent crowd*

I've been waiting for a reply...that'll probably never come. Jun oh Jun, Y U NO REPLY.

Anyways, speaking of music, David Choi was here. I met him. He met me. I fell hard for him all over again. I'm sure he doesn't remember me anymore but...hate me bitches. He was HOT.

We look lovely I know. Kthanx.

And then a couple hours ago, I met Soler. Fell not as hard but, almost there.

If you know them *you probably won't*, THEN HATE ME TOOO!!!!

And finally, absolutely music related...I'm...

*wait for it...*

*WAITTT FOR ITTTT...*

I'm inking.

KTHANX!

p.s - you probably already know it all. pfft. twitter sucks now that i wanna blog more.

*dusts self*

OHAI!!!

It's been a while.

A long...long while.

One, I've been too busy *coughs* lazy *coughs*

Two, Twitter does the job way faster.

Three...I'm lazy.

It usually suddenly pops up in my mind that I need to update about Italy.

WTF it's been too long, but I still very much do wanna talk about it. Perhaps if someone could just help manage the pictures I'd do up a post pretty quick.

Not that anyone is reading but WTF, I'm pretty sure I'd have Alzheimer's soon so there...er...next post. Jyeah...

I've been writing *never seem to complete*

I've been singing *for a probably non-existent crowd*

I've been waiting for a reply...that'll probably never come. Jun oh Jun, Y U NO REPLY.

Anyways, speaking of music, David Choi was here. I met him. He met me. I fell hard for him all over again. I'm sure he doesn't remember me anymore but...hate me bitches. He was HOT.

We look lovely I know. Kthanx.

And then a couple hours ago, I met Soler. Fell not as hard but, almost there.

If you know them *you probably won't*, THEN HATE ME TOOO!!!!

And finally, absolutely music related...I'm...

*wait for it...*

*WAITTT FOR ITTTT...*

I'm inking.

KTHANX!

Shameless Post

Just cause I haven't been updating.

Shameless too that:

1) Jun Kung visited my AnD profile

2) Someone on Twitter regarded me as a Malaysian Youtube 'star'. FUNNY.

Thanks, Harinder.

3) Shoutout on BFM by Johanan Sen. For that, he's way too awesome.

I've been watching too many movies.

Not that I'm complaining. But the embargoes are annoying me.

Let me bring my friends to all the screenings then! Promise we won't talk outta the halls.

Pfft.

3am talk.

Just joking.

There. Updated.

Night.

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

Procrastination

I never liked packing.
Because I tend to always leave things behind.
Wait, I leave things behind because I never liked packing OH SHUT IT...

Packing started at approximately 9.50pm.



The room has been like a refugee camp for the past 2 weeks.
Ok, I admit my room is ALWAYS messed up. But further enhanced this past week because I don't make excel sheets or write down what I need to bring.

I throw them on the floor.

Things work this way for me. JYEAH

It's now...1.13am.



Almost done.

To be brought aboard.



1) Tales of Beedle the Bard, AGAIN (Thanks, FONG XD), because I'm a child.
2) 愛是永恆（當所愛是你), cause it's Chinese. By the time I read the first page, it'd take so much effort I'd be totally knackered. And...I...sleep. JYEAH

Now, I just need the sister to randomly name a few stuff.
At most times, I would have left them out. WOOT

Never Say Never

I kinda swore that I would not subject myself to humiliation of any sort when it comes to my hair.

At least not by frizzing it so much to a point where it resembles having my privates swapped with my head.

OH well...



#BieberFever

I'm pretty sure it looks better than this:



Yeah?

Oh shut up.