Ying Hui's Scrapbook: We Can Go Anywhere

Saturday, January 16, 2010

We Can Go Anywhere

While Amanda was touring, touching and tasting the REAL City That Never Sleeps, we poor ~~leftovers~~ Malaysia-bound dwellers here had to make-do with our improvised version of NYC, something our vivid imagination and my sugar rush had no trouble with.

(Photos are re-arranged to suit my make-belief story of our delusional visit to the Big Apple)

Started the day with our crossing of the Manhattan Bridge by foot. Nothing beats ogling at HBT (Hot Blonde Things) to fizz up your brains in the morning. Plus, the fresh air was a desperately needed change after the stale, non-circulatory conditioned air we (at least me and Eu Chern) breath in day in day out from the hours spent in college.

Then, with the ratio of HBT against OBT (the 'O' stands for Old or Obese) turning alarmingly imbalanced, we decided to feast our stomachs instead. So, we had a picnic on the MET steps, a fusion breakfast of Roti Canai (thanks to Eu Chern) and self-service scone-sandwiches (courtesy of Jing Hua)! Me and Joanna topped that up with packet drinks and Chipsmore!

Of course, it ain't complete without some pests.

Especially pudgy ones.

After a disturbing encounter with magpies, aka magpees, ~~which were probably attracted to my grainy voice~~ we left for Central Park! Before entering the grassy lands, we saw the Fountain of Youth (pretty ironic considering the touchy topic that day)! Attempted to emanate my exotic drinking aura through the camera. Failed miserably, evidently. Captured an authentic exotica, eh-zho-thee-kah as Angelicious would pronounce it, in the background instead, much to Jing's delight.

And so we laid down on the dewy green carpet in heart of the park.

At peace with Mother Nature and thankful we still had each other (:

Sometimes, it was okay to just screw the rules. The whistle-blowing guards were merely strung puppets with uniform who scoffed at people who did things they didn't. Live life.