little zenn in the big apple - part 2
day 3
i took the subway to south ferry terminal
and paid the famous statue a visit.
ended up spending more time queuing up
than actually looking at the liberty woman.
there was a line for tickets,
after which i joined a mega long can-see-no-head-from-tail line for the ferry.
so near yet so far.
it took me an hour and a half to get on the boat,
and it would have been ok except that i had no company
(other than a random kid who took a liking to me and talked to me for a bit),
and the gale was threatening to blow me off my feet.
it was fucking freezing.
got there eventually, and got close enought to the statue
to decide that it looks rather like a tranny.
i didn't step foot on liberty island,
nor did i get off at ellis island,
coz i'd had enough of the cold and the queues.
walked off the cold after a hot choc at the starfucks nearby,
and took a shot of busy busy wall street,
before hitting the world trade centre site.
it's unbelievable how there's nothing but a giant crater left there.
the tribute centre was quite some thing,
and the big softy in me nearly shed a tear
after listening to the voice overs,
reliving the moments of the crashes,
and looking at the numerous photos of the missing and the dead.
it can happen to anyone.
day 4
headed out downtown coz i didn't want to be stuck at home while mun's in uni,
and ended up in macy's wow-ing at the flower show.
floral giraffes flanked the entrance,
and there was a floral zebra.
it was flower power everywhere on the ground floor.
took some shots of columbia university as i was walking home:
headed out again for a late jap dinner at typhoon (1st ave and st mark's place)
with ch, pam, brandon, zhen han and bets,
after which we went to sullivan room
for one of the better club nights of the year (so far)!
kaskade was AWESOME!
we were traumatized by some radioactive BO waves
emanating from a trio of dancing boys,
but the music was so fantastic
that we told our olfactory systems to concentrate on the sweet smell of music instead.
we lived to tell the tale
(with really really sore feet and aching bodies).
it helped that kaskade's cute.
pam's never gona wash that hand coz he shook it -
it might soon stink like the dancing boys.
day 5
we barely recovered from the night out
before meeting up again in a wet wet soho.
the downpour lasted all day and night
and the whole city turned into a river.
we got soaked despite having "umblahs"
and my brand new uggs still haven't figured out what hit them.
hid from the rain while we had a bite at cafe habana,
then wove in and out of the shops,
buying things and attempting to keep them dry.
the weather got a tad better towards the evening,
and we walked to the marigold bakery
to get some sweet sweet cupcakes and cheesecakes.
you can get diabetes by simply looking at those cupcakes.
day 6
got out of the house late as i was getting quite tired of walking around aimlessly.
my plans to go to the museum of modern art got shelved
after i found out that there's a USD20 admission charge.
like i said, art can wait.
killed time by popping in to the hugeass toys 'r' us at times square,
and was transported back to kiddieland.
they have this gigantic ferris wheel in the store,
and massive lego structures,
and sold all toys new york.
i even got to meet geoffrey.
the phantom of the opera lived up to its name
and i enjoyed myself thoroughly.
the only things that marred the performance
were the late-comers who shouldn't have been allowed in until the interval,
and the idiots who tried to sneak in a photo,
or checked their mobiles while the show was on.
some of them got severely reprimanded by the eagle-eyed ushers though,
and i think a couple were asked to leave the theatre
after several warnings went unheeded.
day 7
was in soho again for a while,
in order to change the size of my camper purchase,
and to be tempted by the fabulous delicacies at dean and deluca.
spent most of the time at home though
and finished my book while babysitting magnet,
who shat (under my bed),
peed (under my bed),
and ran about like a mad dog.
many many times.
flying off tomorrow night,
and i have no idea how i'm going to spend my last day here.
am quite tired of wandering around like a homeless little girl,
and i seem to have accumulated many many shopping bags.
my poor wallet and bank account are feeling quite empty.
it has been fun though, and i'm glad i made this trip.
back to singapore and back to work soon.
all too soon i'm afraid =(
day 3
i took the subway to south ferry terminal
and paid the famous statue a visit.
ended up spending more time queuing up
than actually looking at the liberty woman.
there was a line for tickets,
after which i joined a mega long can-see-no-head-from-tail line for the ferry.
so near yet so far.
it took me an hour and a half to get on the boat,
and it would have been ok except that i had no company
(other than a random kid who took a liking to me and talked to me for a bit),
and the gale was threatening to blow me off my feet.
it was fucking freezing.
got there eventually, and got close enought to the statue
to decide that it looks rather like a tranny.
i didn't step foot on liberty island,
nor did i get off at ellis island,
coz i'd had enough of the cold and the queues.
walked off the cold after a hot choc at the starfucks nearby,
and took a shot of busy busy wall street,
before hitting the world trade centre site.
it's unbelievable how there's nothing but a giant crater left there.
the tribute centre was quite some thing,
and the big softy in me nearly shed a tear
after listening to the voice overs,
reliving the moments of the crashes,
and looking at the numerous photos of the missing and the dead.
it can happen to anyone.
day 4
headed out downtown coz i didn't want to be stuck at home while mun's in uni,
and ended up in macy's wow-ing at the flower show.
floral giraffes flanked the entrance,
and there was a floral zebra.
it was flower power everywhere on the ground floor.
took some shots of columbia university as i was walking home:
headed out again for a late jap dinner at typhoon (1st ave and st mark's place)
with ch, pam, brandon, zhen han and bets,
after which we went to sullivan room
for one of the better club nights of the year (so far)!
kaskade was AWESOME!
we were traumatized by some radioactive BO waves
emanating from a trio of dancing boys,
but the music was so fantastic
that we told our olfactory systems to concentrate on the sweet smell of music instead.
we lived to tell the tale
(with really really sore feet and aching bodies).
it helped that kaskade's cute.
pam's never gona wash that hand coz he shook it -
it might soon stink like the dancing boys.
day 5
we barely recovered from the night out
before meeting up again in a wet wet soho.
the downpour lasted all day and night
and the whole city turned into a river.
we got soaked despite having "umblahs"
and my brand new uggs still haven't figured out what hit them.
hid from the rain while we had a bite at cafe habana,
then wove in and out of the shops,
buying things and attempting to keep them dry.
the weather got a tad better towards the evening,
and we walked to the marigold bakery
to get some sweet sweet cupcakes and cheesecakes.
you can get diabetes by simply looking at those cupcakes.
day 6
got out of the house late as i was getting quite tired of walking around aimlessly.
my plans to go to the museum of modern art got shelved
after i found out that there's a USD20 admission charge.
like i said, art can wait.
killed time by popping in to the hugeass toys 'r' us at times square,
and was transported back to kiddieland.
they have this gigantic ferris wheel in the store,
and massive lego structures,
and sold all toys new york.
i even got to meet geoffrey.
the phantom of the opera lived up to its name
and i enjoyed myself thoroughly.
the only things that marred the performance
were the late-comers who shouldn't have been allowed in until the interval,
and the idiots who tried to sneak in a photo,
or checked their mobiles while the show was on.
some of them got severely reprimanded by the eagle-eyed ushers though,
and i think a couple were asked to leave the theatre
after several warnings went unheeded.
day 7
was in soho again for a while,
in order to change the size of my camper purchase,
and to be tempted by the fabulous delicacies at dean and deluca.
spent most of the time at home though
and finished my book while babysitting magnet,
who shat (under my bed),
peed (under my bed),
and ran about like a mad dog.
many many times.
flying off tomorrow night,
and i have no idea how i'm going to spend my last day here.
am quite tired of wandering around like a homeless little girl,
and i seem to have accumulated many many shopping bags.
my poor wallet and bank account are feeling quite empty.
it has been fun though, and i'm glad i made this trip.
back to singapore and back to work soon.
all too soon i'm afraid =(
