Wasting My Life Away

Today.
I got up at 8 am for a 9.30 am class.

And we waited til 9.45 am - no one turned up.

Went to bleep our tutor and she said she forgot. Ok, fine, I mean, I know you are out there saving people's lives and what not... (in actual fact she was on a ward round - a ward round is the time when doctors go around the wards to check on their patients with their whole team) So here said Very Important Tutor asked us to wait til 10 am. Which is perfectly acceptable (since she is doing good for the world and all).

10 am came, a No Show.

But being incredibly understanding medical students, we decided that she is probably intubating that one last poor soul who is close to being braindead due to lack of Oxygen or pushing 3ml of adrenaline into that patient who's heart had just stopped on its own whim and fancy...

But 10.15 am came and still a No Show.

Being the incredibly Knowledgable medical students now, we know that she is Not going to come, Because she just does not want to. I mean, some people cannot handle teaching a group of medical students in fear of finding out that the students knows much much more than them. I so totally understand. But u can still call the ward we are in, where we sit waiting in vain to hear your footsteps and see ur lovely face cos it will bring such light and hope to our lives - you can still Call and let us know you are not coming. There are 100s of telephones littered all over the place, no excuse. Bitch.

And at 10.15 am, there is really no point going home and coming back for a 2 pm class.

So I go to the library to sleep (while managing to appear extremely intelligent with Davidsons Principles and Practice of Medicine in front of me).

2 pm came and went.

And once again, no blardy tutor turned up. People went out to bleep the tutors again, but to no avail.

Should we go?

But we have another tutorial at 2.30pm. Any level headed twit by now would have left the room and never come back.

But being over eager, ambitious and should i say kiasu medical students, we said, 'Ooooh welll, we have another tutorial at 2.30pm. Let's just wait.'

2.30 pm came and went.

That's it. Time to use good old bleeping again. No one answers. I think they are deliberately avoiding us. Like I said, you never want to tutor over smart students.

But as assertive and resourceful medical students, we whip out our new up-to-date mobile phones and attempt to contact our tutors on their mobiles.

And I think we have come to a conclusion that they hate us that much to give us the wrong numbers.

So I came back at only at 4 pm. A good day put to waste. When I can actually be working my way towards 99% in exams.

And I STILL Can't Run to Save My Life

Went to my physiotherapist today and she put me on the Biodex, this humongous machine that measures the strength of all limbs and muscle groups in your body. I was to compare my good leg with my bad leg (for the uninformed, I underwent a knee ligament reconstruction last October) and decide from there whether I could start running again.

The last time I did it , which was 2 months ago, my bad leg lacked in 75% muscle strength compared to my good one. At most, the deficit allowed is 20-25%. SO CANNOT MAKE IT.

Now, 2 months down the road, I did the test again, and Hallelujah! Much Better says my physio. A deficit of *ta-da* 30%!!!

But, according to the graph, my leg muscles (quadriceps) are slow in uptake, meaning they do not reach their maximum strength immediately like my good one.

And the verdict remains - no running.

Not that it really matters, (short of not being able to play sports) but not being able to run is hell Annoying when I see the free shuttle bus that's bring me to the hospital in front of me and I can't run to it. Buses do not wait for people here in the UK and I could probably be in front of the bus door in half a tick should my legs be normal, but NO they bus will be about 100 m in front of me, taking in its last passenger and bam! the doors close and it moves off.

Which means I have to pay 1 pound to take the normal bus. (with 1 pound I can buy something nice from the 1 pound shop ok). I can go on to being very 'sui' on that particular day, encounter the same problem, miss the pay bus, hence making me late for my teaching, leading my tutor to think I am incompetent and lowering my feedback marks considerably. Which matters a lot when you are score 99 and need that one measly mark to get 100.

Appreciate your working limbs folks.

My Roman Holiday 3

RomeThe coliseum in all it's grandeur

The 14.80 euro train ride to the city of Rome was the last leg of our journey. We reached at almost 12 am to our hostel that was situated by the seaside, called Hostel Lido. Your next question should be - "Since when did Rome have a seaside?" And yes, it does not. It was a 30 minute tube ride away from Rome and Whatever you do, DO NOT STAY OUTSIDE OF ROME if you ever travel there.

That aside.

Rome is a busy city with ruins situated all around and in it. Rather weird to be exactly honest but if they took down the ruins, they would run out of business in tourism pronto.

So the essential things to cover would be:

1. The Coliseum
From the Coliseum we walked past the Palantine and Roman ruins to a Food Market where we planned to have lunch. Only when we reached the Food Market, we realised it was like any other Pasar Pagi in Malaysia which sold fruits, vege and not even Kuih that we could buy.

Tomatoes are pretty I know - but I am hungry and it is not proper FOOD!!

As Ven Gee and Daniel consulted our next course of action, Wei Lun decided to steal my bag. Spotted by Darren, he failed miserably in his attempt and instead was banned from eating for the rest of the day.

After lunch we made a start towards the Pantheon but on the way stopped by Piazza Nationale.

One thing about European countries, not only are there churches everywhere, but fountains too

We passed by an artist fair and man, some of them ARE GOOD.

If you look behind Ven Gee.. do you see Angelina Jolie??

Street artists selling their wares

2. The Pantheon

The Pantheon

Met this random guy who was a minister from China or was it South Korea? He gave us his name card. My friends scrambled to be in the picture as you can see and left me out.

But let's not forget our main focus - the Pantheon. That was built in 19-- and has 16 pillars on the outside. On the inside, it has a hole on its dome, built to let in natural sun rays and 28 holes punched into the ground to drain water away when it rains. That is about as much as I can remember about it.

The altar in the Pantheon. All lighting is natural from above.

As Ven Gee and Victoria disappeared to goodness-knows-where (AGAIN), we took advantage of the lighting to make up for the album-cover-quality shots that were lost in my camera.

When the 2 lovebirds finally resurfaced, we went on to try:

3. Italian Coffee
In a place called Sant Eustachio, Italy's oldest coffee parlour, Daniel and I tried it's trademark coffee called.. em.. Cafe Grande, which was a shot of expresso and sugar stirred into almost a paste like consistency. Sweet. Slurps.

The next day, we went off to Camilloni A. S.Eustachio, a cafe just around the corner for Sant Eustachio.

House Coffee this time..

4. Fontana De Trevi
Breathtakingly beautiful. Except for the massive crowds which dropped its appeal down by a notch.

Throwing coins into the fountain. 1st time - ensures your return to Rome. 2nd time - you will fall in love with a Roman. 3rd time - well I am not too sure anymore. However, I have reached the 2nd step, I threw a coin into the fountain about 10 years ago on my first trip to Italy.

Dinner was at Al Picchio, a restaurant that seemed more like a cafeteria. However, the food was fairly priced and it was near the Fountain. Between Daniel, Darren and I, we finished 1 litre of wine that drove us over to the 'tipsy state' that caused Ven Gee, Wei Lun and Victoria to ditch us. Friends indeed..

This is what alcohol does to you.

The best part was Darren tried to get a blonde girl to take a photo with him (Daniel as photographer) outside the restaurant toilet only to be given a resounding 'No' and 'You Must Be Kidding Me' answer. Luckily by then I had already escaped down the stairs only to have both boys running out almost immediately after, yelling 'RUN! WE'VE GOTTA GO!!!'

my 6th gelati:
At San Crispino. The best in my trip! Honey flavour and banana flavour. Honey flavour absolutely rocks.

5. The Palantine and Roman Ruins

Spent about 2 hours just wondering among the ruins and taking pictures. The weather was good, the place was good, aah...

Looks small but the building behind is HUGE.

Ven Gee showing how flexible he is in getting the best angle possible

Towards the end of the day, when Ven Gee gets a bit frisky.

6. The Spanish Steps

Which is really nothing but steps. Loads of designer shops around though.

Victoria and I had this really pretty dessert:

It was a cheese strudel. 6 euros. YUM

We then went to a church near the Trevi Fountain which was filled with human bones. Bones covered the ceiling, the walls, everywhere. I did not know that human bones could be arranged so prettily - it was a mosaic of patterns everywhere. True to our medical studies, we had a rather intellectual time discussing the different bones in the body and we also threw in a Find Me This Bone quiz. Hey, we are medical students after all. And you'd better be nice to me, one day I'll be your doctor. Them lovely bones leaves you with a phrase though: "What you are now we once were, what we are now you will be."

Returned to the San Crispino again for my 7th gelati! Took the Honey flavour (can't get enough of it) and tried Meringue and Chocolate flavour too. Absolutely heavenly.

While walking down the shopping streets of Rome, we chanced upon this street artist. She spray painted the entire picture under 5 minutes, and her performance always ends with a round of applause from the crowd. They are sold for 10 euros per piece. Makes me wonder why I am paying RM 1 mil to study in university when I can just sit by the road side, Wow people with my fantastic talent and earn loads of tax free cash.



7. Don't know what it is called
It is the fortune teller thing you find in shopping malls across Malaysia. So now I know.. the real one is in Rome. and it is barricaded off and certainly does not tell any fortunes at all. I've been cheated my whole life. Not that I have used the fake ones in 1U before BUT...

8. Villa Borghese
A large garden. Situated north of Rome. Pretty indeed. We then decided to rent the 3 seater bike. It was fun. Truly relaxing and enjoyable. That is until we found out that it was extremely difficult trying to cycle up a small incline. Despite 2 people pedalling with all our weight. However, the landscape remained pretty. Until we decided to make a final turn downhill before returning the bike. And found ourselves at the metro station entrance. Which is way, way off from where the garden is. Then things weren't as pretty. We had to push the bike uphill as we cannot, even with all our weights combined, cycle up the slope. And things got uglier as Victoria dropped her shades and it got run over by a car.

Mm. Not pretty at all. But, we survived. And the garden, not us with our sweaty faces, remained as pretty as before.
my 8th and final gelati of the trip!

Of Melon, Tiramisu, and Mango flavour

Vatican

Plan to miss the mile long queues in theVatican : Wake up at 7 am, be out by 8 am and be there by 9 am.

7 am worked, 8 am worked but things stopped working just about there. The bus was late, the train was late and we met an American student who was travelling to the Vatican too and claimed that she knew the way by bus. The latter should be just about better news, as our original plan was to take the metro to San Pietro and find our way from there. But since said American girl mentioned that someone told her the fastest and best way is by bus, us being the submissive Asian followed her to the bus stop. Only to discover she was about as clueless as we were on which bus to take. Upon boarding the bus, we realised that we were going the wrong way a few stops too late, and when we finally reached the Vatican it was 11 am.

So we queued for about 40 minutes in line to enter the Dome only to find out that the Vatican Museum closes at 1.30 pm. Left the line and made our way to the Vatican Museum instead where we stood for 2 hours (I HATE Qs!!!) until we were finally permitted entry.

Absolutely worth it.
You cannot go your own way and pace, the crowd moves as ONE. So do you. We entered countless rooms decked with paintings and drapes etc that were magnificent!! The end of the museum is the Sistine Chapel where Michaelangelo's painting "The Last Judgment" stands. I totally recommend the Vatican Museum after the Louvre in Paris.

Back to the queue to enter the Vatican Dome. The inside was covered in gold. Lots of gold. We even made it for the 5 pm mass.

The inside of the Vatican Dome

The outside of the Vatican

My Roman Holiday 2

Florence

The Piazza Duomo with it's green and pink facade

The eurostar which cost us a whooping 30 euros (damn, it's expensive) brought us to this city which is my favourite. It is small, everything is within walking distance and it is really pretty too. Our hotel was located onthis rather dodgy street, sorta like Petaling St back in KL but no, we did not run into any kind of trouble at all. We were the only occupants in the hotel at that time and man did we make loads of noise.

Our first stop was the Piazza Duomo which in my opinion looked weird from outside with its green n pink walls. Inside was even better, it was starkly bare. However, according to Lonely Planet, the Duomo is well known for its pink n green facade; which kinda skewed my impression - i have to like the exterior now.

Spent over an hour in it, and at the gift shop, the shopkeeper came up to us and told us to keep quiet when the best part was, we weren't even talking. Not to mention we just only entered the shop. The noise was from the crowd that was jostling around the whole place. !#$*. Ungrateful woman, we are bringing business to ur drabby place!

Soon after, we left and headed to Piazza Signoria where the Uffizi Museum was situated. Waited in line for about 30 minutes and then VenGee and I decided to go right up front to see if we can purchase the tickets first. Mr Right In Front of the Q told us he has been waiting in line for 3 hours. THREE HOURS?!!? and the line is less than a 100 m in length. Mental. However, we were given a choice to purchase advanced tickets at a higher price of 9 euros(normally 6 euros). If money can solve a problem, then the problem is Not a problem.

So we wondered off with our expensive Uffizi tickets(for next day entrance) and headed over to Ponte Vecchio (a really pretty bridge that had shops on it from one bank of the river to the other)

The bridges that can be seen from Ponte Vecchio

my 3rd gelati!

In my hand - Kinder Bueno and Mango flavour
A rip-off of 8 euros for it

Next stop on was Piazza Dei Pitti where we bought the 11.50 euro ticket to enter the Palazzo Pitti. In utmost truth it was like any other museum and a rather boring one too.. as it had too many rooms and pictures. The gardens looked fantastic from the windows though and soon we were itching to get the heck out the the building and onto the sunny lawns.

Much to our disappointment, entrance to the gardens is a separate ticket (6 euros) . Aww.. well, Daniel, Victoria and I decided to forgo it and so to avoid the guys from queuing up again to enter the place (we had to go past security checks with X rays and stuff) Dan and I went out to get the tickets for them. At this window of time, the 15 minutes or so that took me to walk out of the palace walls and to the ticketing booth, I lost my trusty old Konica Minolta camera. It was hanging around my wrist and I was pretty sure I did not leave it anywhere as I was constantly reminding myself not too (I left my cap at the Uffizi ticketing booth hence the paranoia) and I have no idea how it went missing. I cried for at least 3 nights, though in actual truth I rejoiced as it meant I could get a new one (the flash was a bit cranky anyway, and it's 3 years old) but we DID have awesome shots of album-cover-quality-posing of Westlife and M2M at the top of the duomo in Milan. So we all bled internally due to the loss of such magnificent talent that was oh-so-professionally captured on my camera. Still, life goes on.

Hiked up to the Piazza Michaelangelo to watch the sunset though the sun was hidden behind clouds - I know.. what sunset??!?

The view was still pretty though

Dinner was splendid affair but we did spend about 1 hour searching for the place. It was called Trattoria Za-Za, a place recommended by our seniors for it's Truffle Spaghetti and 40 euro for 1 kg steak. Lonely Planet did not mention it and except for scruffy directions from our seniors - 'it is near the marketplace' - we spent a pleasant time asking around for the restaurant. And I've gotta say it was a fantastic recommendation for we had both the dishes above and also a ravioli with spinach and walnut sauce which was mamma-mia!
We then moved off to our next stop which brings me to: my 4th gelati!

mine on the right - green apple and rum n raisin daniel's on the left - caramelised pears and i don't know the other flavour

Pisa

The famous Leaning Tower of Pisa. What do people do when they reach this monument? They take photos. and more photos. and more photos. Photos like this:

Now you know why the tower of Pisa leans. But no, I am not the only one who made it lean. A whole range of people did.
We actually spent about 1 1/2 hours in Pisa as we had to rush back to enter the Uffizi (10 euros return train ride from Florence to Pisa). My 5th gelati was in Pisa (just after the bridge, in Lonely Planet). No pictures unfortunately as we were in a terrible rush, but it was of Peach and Cookie n Cream(I think) flavour. The best ice cream so far as the Peach one had bits of peaches in it which made it really really lovely. Made the train just by the skin of our necks and reached Florence in time for our 3 pm Uffizi date.

Uffizi was pretty. That is if you get the audio guide or guide book to tell you about the important pictures to see. We saw the famous Adam and Eve painting and the Birth of Venus along with the works of Leonardo Da Vinci and Carravagio, to name a few. After Uffizi, I decided to return to Palazzo Pitti in a last bid to find my camera. Went up to the security personnel to explain my predicament (I gotta applaud Italy as they can at least understand English, not like the French/Belgians) but no one turned in my lost camera. They then directed Dan and I across the square to a gate on the opposite.

"Ask for Carabinieri" - what the...??

So we wandered across the square and gate crashed a party that was going on next to the gate. A woman came out and demanded our presence, to which we replied " We are looking for.. em.. ca..va..er..nie-ri?" (Obviously the word Carabinieri was not retained in our memory.)

"Ah, it is over there." And pointed towards a set of shut, forbidding looking gates.

We inched up to the gates and boom, it opened with another woman asking us what we wanted.

"Cava - thingy"

"Oh. Upstairs."

"Er, what is it may I ask?"

"It is the police."

"Ah. Er. I see. Ok, but thanks!" And we left double quick.

Rather fun though, asking around people just using a word that we had absolutely no idea about. Everyone should try it at least once in their lifetime.

My Roman Holiday

Milan

The Duomo

Pity though, it rained the whole darned day. We only covered a few spots, the Sforzesco Castle which was a massive red brick building with holes all around it. Next we went off to the fashion street (Via something) and to Milan's Duomo(church) which was probably the highlight of the city. Paid 4 euros to climb up to the top of the Duomo and I have to recommend this to everyone who goes to Milan as the view is absolutely breathtaking. We spent a few happy hours posing/modelling and taking random pictures much to everyone's embarrassment.

Sforzesco Castle

On the roof of the Duomo

We then proceeded to look for the Saint of Milan which was this small weird church (up til now I am not 100% sure if that was the correct place). Lonely Planet recommended some restaurants which was around the area and to our utmost disappointment, not one of them was to be found. *Flushes Lonely Planet down the toilet* We ended up eating in somewhere called Ristorante Tradizionale which served a great 4 cheese pizza and the BEST seafood linguine.. Ooh.. heavenly.. Look at it!!



Unfortunately, Darren and I got cheated in Milan in front of the Duomo. 2 men came up to us and almost forcibly put some corn into our hands while whistling for the birds to come. And come they did. I walked off and one of them came up to me asking for 10 euros. I refused and he asked for 5. I refused again, and I finally offered him 3 euros for both Darren and I. However, they swooped down onto Darren next and tried to force him to pay 5 euros too. After much argument, they walked of with 2 euros that he gave. Do NOT in any circumstances allow these idiots to put anything into your hand. In fact, Do Not accept any sort of things at all from anyone in Italy.

In the midst of price haggling

The next couple that was conned. Could hear them arguing from way over here.

and my first gelati of the trip!

Tiramisu Flavour

Venice

City of water and canals

Took a 12.50 euro train to Venice. Upon reaching, we bought the 'Rolling Pass', a pass that gave us discounted entries into museums and also half price off the water taxi fares. (only available for 18-26 year olds) After checking in,(the hotel was fantastic!) we headed directly to Murano, famous for its glass blowing and glasswares.

On the water taxi

A whole orchestra made entirely from glass. and the figurines are TINY
An entire garden made of glass. Glass Museum in Murano

Then made our way back to San Marco which was the main square in Venice. It was once again beautiful but there were tonnes of people shoving, pushing... ergghh... and way, way Too Many Birds. This time around, there were street vendors selling a packet of corn each for 1 euro. Makes me feel like neutering the 2 wankers in Milan.

Ven Gee, Darren and I bombarded with Birds

What is Venice without a Gondola ride?

Was at first offered a price of 30 euros per person for the ride. Being the absolute Asian, we tried to bargain to a lower price. No can do. So we walked off. And after a few steps was approached by the next Gondola man. 20 euros says he. No says we. Off again. And another man rushes up. 15 euros says he. 90 for everyone. No. We want 10 euros per person. Alright, and yet another man comes up. Offers 13 euros per person but wants to charge us 80 overall. Er, hello!!13x6=78 and Not 80!! So we walk away and another comes up to offer 80 again.
What's this? As bad as Petaling Street!. In the end, we went to a gondola operator that had their prices printed on the board. It was still 80 bucks overall but I guess we felt less cheated.

San Marco Square

Hunger took over and we wondered off into the maze of tiny streets that constitutes Venice to find a restaurant recommended by Lonely Planet called Vino Vino. Our minds were filled with a marvellous seafood dinner complete with lobster meat, oysters, clams, washed down with sparkling wine...

One of the seafood shops we passed by while searching for Vino Vino

After much map consultation, scratching of heads, back tracking... all which tested our navigating skills to the limit, we arrived and lo and behold! the darned place is closed for renovations. What the........... We are hungry, lost, tired... not to mention our messy hair due to all the thinking.. *flushes Lonely Planet down the toilet again, adding some chlorox this time* So, we settled for this other place called Osteria(meaning seafood in italian) Assassini. Which had ratherOK food only that true to its name, it 'assassinated' us for not only did it Not have seafood, it charged us a #$%ing sum of 30 euros for a plate of grilled Vegetables.

30 euros worth of vege which consisted of carrots, cucumbers, aubergines, potatoes and peas that I can get from Tesco at 30p. Blardyyyyyy.... eating gold - 食金啊???.

In one of the churches that was on an isolated island in Venice. Ven Gee and I intellectually contemplating the ceiling's paintings.

my second gelati of the trip!

Pistachio and chocolate flavour

Tbc