S.I.C.K

Nope, I'm not sick of NYC. Rather, I am sick. =( I was just slightly feverish when i dragged my body out of bed. Sore muscles and even my bones felt sore...

I left for St. Paul's Church, which is also a part of the Trinity Church. There was a Messiah's Concert at 1pm. The choir had a beautiful voice and the musicians were just as good. In fact, they were the same orchestra from Trinity last week! =)

The Church itself is not as big as Trinity but there were 2 levels. Instead of a dark sactuary lighted by candles and dim lights, the stained glass were clear and there were lights from the ceiling were brilliant. I was a little tired from standing a whole hour. There was a family that left their seat somewhere in the middle and i quickly walked over to take a seat. A man turned to me and said that there were people seating there and he proceeded to put his walking stick across. I was like:"what?!" But of course i didn't said it out loud. I just left and stood at the back again.

The finale, Hallelujah, was a little weak. But hey, it was not a very large choir group either. And i was at the very end of the sanctuary. Eveyone stood up for it. Respect.

Looked around the church for a bit and learned of it history and how it played a vital part in 9/11. In fact, St Paul is right next to the WTC. Banners were hung up from people all over the world. Only some of them are still up today. Here's one for all the Okies from Muskogee...and the Tulsans too!

George Washington had his inagural at St Paul and he worshipped at the church until the capital was moved to Pennslyvania. Here's his personal pew...






Origami cranes from Japan after 9/11...

Visitors to the church write well wishes for the church...


...and my wishes for St Paul...

I managed to slip in with a Big Apple Tour, which takes pple around to the sights that they wanna see. I followed them to Brooklyn. We walked past the Civic Plaza, where the buildings were nice and old and then proceeded to cross the Brooklyn Bridge on foot. The structure of the bridge was impressive. In fact, it is the only bridge whose arch was errected in stone. The other bridges were all in steel. The wind was horribly cold. And i mean horrible. Once again, my hands were numb and i was unable to feel anything. I didn't even know what cut my hand. All i saw was blood dripping. Relax guys, not too much blood.

My camera's battery died right when i reached the center of the bridge. Dang! The skyline view of Manhattan was the best right over in Brooklyn but i guess i will have to make another trip there to take pictures. It took about altogether 20+ mins to get into Brooklyn. Nice....

The bitter cold sea winds must have gotten to me because in Brooklyn, i started to feel achy and i was coughing again. Uncomfortable. My body felt like it was gonna snap.

Finally bade out goodbyes as the tour ended and i took the train back to Manhattan. I was gonna go get food, my first meal of the day, since it was already abt 4pm. Hungry and Cold do not go together. Apparently, someone advised me to get on the WRONG train and i ended at the far end of Greenwich Village. And the Italian Restaurant that i wanted to eat at was faaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaar from where i was. Maybe not too far, but in the cold, yeah, it's far. So, deceided to hop into a cab and have him take me there.

Flagged one down, ask him if he knew where it was. He said No and apparently he was off-duty. So i shut the door and he drove off, along with my knitted scarf as well as half my life. The moment of strangulation that i felt caused by my scarf left me with my arms waving after the cab,wide-eyed and coughing on the pavement. Too much coughing....made my throat dry. I breathed slowly, watched the cab drive off like a drag queen in my scarf. When i regained my other half of my life back, i trudged to the train station again, shivering even more without a something around my neck.

Just how many scarves can i possibly lose in NYC?! *grumble,grumble*

Made it to Times Sq, almost half collapsing....and hungry. I stood in the middle fo the neon sea of lights as the human crowd walked around me. Stepped into Virgin Megastore to listen to the CD of Jersey Boys and comtemplated if i should buy it. ($15) And i haven't come to a conclusion yet. I had no clue where was a good place to eat and somehow, american was not appetizing at that point. After walking around the blocks, thinking, i deceided to get a Knish first.

Knish:- Some potato puff in a light batter. Looks fried, tastes baked. Eat with mustard.

I don't think my stomach liked me very much for chomping down the knish. Ate too fast. Stomach felt bad...felt like throwing up. Body hurts, my legs on the verge of collapsing, cranky from hunger...ARRRRRGH...whatever, i took the train back.

*sigh* Moral of my day? Eat. and hydrate. Stay warm.