We arrived at JFK airport when dawn came. I opened my sleepy eyes and readied myself to carry the heavy baggages that I've brought. Quite heavy. But I didn't mind; my heart was going to burst with joy as I kept reminding myself silently, "Damn, I really am in New York." It was an amazing experience:
The bed head from a six-hour flight.
The fast-paced feel from both New Yorkers and the subway train. I must admit, I got scared of those underground carts sometimes.
The luxurious hotel of Hilton, where I laid my thought of "What will happen if I fall down?"
The ancient University of Columbia, where my eyes sparkled up when I saw those brick walls, and where Stephanie told me the truth about college food.
Times Square. That place can be smelly and dirty, and it may trigger your thought of "What a waste of energy!" but I must tell you, it was beautiful.
"Do you want to buy a ticket to the comedy show tonight?"
Small, small, tiny hot dog for $3. I know, it's New York.
Soho, oh that place filled with independent shopping stores.
Noho, so ironic (if you get the joke).
The first Pinkberry in my life. It was good actually.
Rockefeller Building. I actually felt safe for once on top of a high building.
Moma, where I met "Man in Yellow Pants." I miss that time, so much.
The whole scenery of New York from the tour bus. That was when I discovered my real hate for the cold weather.
Last but not least, beautiful people (!!!) and being surrounded by people whom I love.
[Pictures coming soon]
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