new york, stewed pork

i dont know if time in new york passes fast or slow, i cant decide. i am by nature, not an early riser, but over here, in the cold, i find myself up at the ungodly hour of 8 am, fretting about the business back home. it is funny, i usually am pretty slow and prickly in the mornings. here, i get out of bed, fold up whatever needs folding (clothes pile, duvet) then head off to the kitchen to make breakfast.

my time here (since west point) can be remembered by the food cooked really. back from west point, the pea and i were exhausted, grumpy and all in all over exerted. after the 2 hour bus ride (slow traffic due to the snow), we took the subway back to this part of the woods. the walk was bad (cold due to the snow, slushy due to the snow, long and slippery due to the snow), but we got home, too exhausted, so we called in take-out. unfortunately, it didnt come with the little chinese carton boxes ala movies. neither did i get a fortune cookie. i hear though they are orange flavoured fortune cookies. so its alright. i dont want them anyway.

then the next night i made oden for dinner (yes, there’s this terribly messy japanese supermarket here in greenwich, which had everything), it was lovely and piping hot. then there was chicken stew (leftover daikon) & porridge the next night, fried mee pok, then there was vegetable broth (leftover daikon) with sweet potatoes. its funny and i am thankful the pea accepts my strange eating habits because the night after we had porridge, we had porridge for breakfast. i schemed it such that there would be left over porridge in the pot, and i had pickles pickles and more pickles with it. the yellow japanese ones, and the brown ones, stewed sweet with roe.

dont get me wrong, we do eat out, alot. yes, dont worry i am getting my fix of american grub. the pea eats 3 full meals a day. lunch is usually diner grub. omelettes, burgers, hotdogs..

last night we stayed at the waldorf astoria. it was lovely. truly lovely. i liked every minute of it. we had the best fillet mignon in our lives– yes, the decadence of in-room service. the room had a walk in closet, how wonderful is that?! and oh my, dont get me started on the sheets.  i think the decision to actually stay at the Waldorf was right, seriously.

then, true to his word, the pea and i went to bloomingdales, to central park (& wollman skating rink) then to serendipity 3. (remember my wish for a serendipity christmas?). oh the desserts at serrendipity! oh the sundaes! mother of god, they were good. we each ordered a different one. and oh my, we ate till we were a little green. i mean it. we both were laughing at ourselves after because my tummy actually stuck out from ice-cream. (more so than usual, so that’s saying something) and we only managed to each eat half of our respective sundaes.

pictures to come.

oh yea, i did get lost. as in separated from the pea. it happened in the strand. this massive 3 floor bookshop. they have this amazing rare book section. first editions. i asked for permission to open one, boy did that feel like a sacrilege. oh my god. visual orgasms. floor to ceiling of all these old (i mean really really old) books. there was the first edition of JK Rowling’s Sorcerer’s stone, chair, which i wanted, but i very much like the Philosopher’s Stone version better. i think only you would get the difference.

anyway, the pea and i got separated because i, obviously wandered too far off on my own. the bottom floors are like kinokuniya. oh my. we spent a good 2 hours just in the strand.

sorry this post is very rambly, i am still having the tummy ache from serendipity’s amazing sundaes. (do you know there’s always a queue for serendipity? on weekends the wait can be up to 4 hours), hence the pea decided to have a simple vegetable broth for dinner tonight. just wnated to jot down these memories and then expound on them when there’s more time.

we scored tix to the nutcracker at the Lincoln on jan 2!

oh yea, and i am finally over the jet lag. it was so bad the pea and i popped out to actually buy me some sleeping aids. it is so weird, because i usually can sleep anywhere anytime, but this body is getting old maybe– or just being disagreeable. so at nights i spend awake and hooting like an owl (literally, hahaha)  and the days i am ready to snap off the pea’s head.

yes yes i am taking in the sights of new york as well. and — i’ve finished 4 books in the last week i’ve been here,  i blame the jet lag.

i will expound and reedit this post. right now we’re gonna catch a movie. :)

merry christmas.

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West Point

The pea and I are snowed in – literally. New York is facing one of its coldest days yet, and we’re experiencing what they call – euphemistically – a “blustery” day.  Blustery, apparently, is about 10-15 inches of snow. Go figure. By the way, the temp’s now about -15 degrees celcius, coz we’re up in the mountains. No bears though, that’s a relief.

We’re up in west point, about an hour and a half from NYC. The views are breath-taking, and the weather takes your breath away. Literally. We’re very cold. And we tried to catch snow flakes on our tongues! The snow here is virgin right, pure as they come. We left our first trails in the snow tonight, and with trembling fingers took a few pictures to remember this night.

We’re on a military academy. But as far as we see, everything’s covered in white. It’s lovely, with its naked trees. And at night, with the street lights on, you can actually see the snow being blown horizontally. Such is the strength of the wind here. We had dinner in the dining hall downstairs, and watched old couples sway to a live band belting out oldies. Really crappy dancing, but they did it anyway. Guess it must be something about being up here in the mountains.

We hope to return to the city tomorrow. The Hudson is already semi-frozen, and after the snow, it’s sure to freeze up completely. After the snow, activities like trekking, boating and fishing are out of the question. Haha. As if I’m that kinda girl anyways.

In love with snow. But my nose is freezing off. The pea says I have to cover my ears if not they’ll fall off too. I have taken to wearing my fluffy eye-pillow (the one to block out light when sleeping on the plane, except this one is fluffy and bought in Japan on transit) on my face to cover my nose.  It is quite a sight. Never thought I’d say this, but I miss the city, after only 12 hours out here. The winds are just too much to handle up here in the mountains, amongst other things. 

By the way, we didn’t pack extra clothes – we only came wearing 3 layers each, and brought spare underpants. Note to self: never – NEVER – head off upstate without packing at least another layer again. Guess we’ll be hitting the giftshop for sweaters tomorrow! Did I mention that it was MINUS 15 degrees?!?

leaving

hi dears, am currently blogging from terminal 2, and am off for the next 3 weeks to the big apple to spend some time with the boy~

popped my appropriate pills and am looking forward to getting some rest.

thank you for the advance birthday wishes; i will certainly miss home.

ann, if you read this tonight: bring the puppies’ beds to your room pls, and make sure they have enough water for the night. remember to feed them at nights and bathe them every wed and sat. bronco doesnt need to bathe that often actually, but pixie definitely does. please remember that bronco likes beef and pixie likes fish. if anything looks off about the dogs, please do not hesitate to send them to the vet– and make sure you go with dad/mum (especially dad).  check on simba’s skin please– and act accordingly. :) i will miss you most of all. be a good girl, and i’ll see you on skype darling girl. be patient with dad, and try to help him as much as you can– remember it takes you 20 minutes to do it but it will take him an hour. so do your best to help him with the emails and stuff. DO try to enjoy christmas ok. i mean it– dont just stay home and watch glee. go out; hang out with your little friends. you can have my room for stayovers if you want!

:) hugs and kisses,

c

PS: pea, if you read this, i will see you 18 dec 9.30 am NY time at JFK. xoxo.

i think something is seriously wrong with me tonight

so the boyf calls and offers a bed time story because he knows i’m too wired up to get some sleep.

and i turn him down (why, i also dont know). the little prefect is sleeping in my bed, and no matter how i prod at her, she refuses to wake up to even acknowlege my inability to fall asleep.

bugger.

anyway, i sat here, and ended up tearing up over missing cooper. oh my god. its been so long since cooper passed, and i still miss the bugger. i miss how he’d whine and whine the whole day through, i miss how he’d let me cuddle him to sleep. i miss how chicken he was when he’d run from the rabbits. i miss how he’d sit in the tub of water during his bath not daring to move. i miss how he’d forget how big he got and try to sit in my lap whenever i sat on the floor. i miss how he’d come and sleep with me when i snooze down stairs. i miss how he’d be so in love with mango he stopped eating for days when she went missing. i miss cooper.

i miss my tail

seriously, i’ve kept my tail for over 4 yrs now, and i have grown into the habit of tugging at it when i am working on something seriously. or when i am stressed out, i twirl it and twirl it and twirl it.

but i recently cut it off because everyone was complaining how i have outgrown it. i miss it very much. i shall start keeping another tail. flying porks to all those who think otherwise.

leaving tomorrow night

hello lovelies.

i leave on the night of the 17th, and i am still awake, tonight, at 2.45 am trying to finish my paper work.

my luggage at this point is still empty, but the tinkelbel promises to come over to help me pack in a flurry tomorrow night.

there is still much to be done.

meeting at 8 30 am, pick up laundry, submit accounts, activate the amex card, travel insurance, pack pack pack, have my surprise birthday dinner with the family (yes, i think only the prefect doesnt know i know about the surprise dinner but its ok, because she planned it and wont be reading this blog until after the fact); e-invoicing; send out email to say i’m outstation; settle the puppies and their food; get heat packs from marina square; pack pack pack.

and i do hope i can squeeze in a little time to get the eyebrows shaped before i fly.

books i settled already. i can’t wait to just chill out in the plane and READ!

maybe i should pop by the doctors’ tomorrow to get the ear drops for my ear pains in flight.

also can someone please remind me to pack the air sickness bands because i know me, and i know i’d be feeling sick as a dog on landing and take off.

here there and everywhere

the little girl is going through puberty, and got her first you-know-what. so the poor thing is feeling awfully miserable and needy, and only quite perks up whenever ruby is around so pixie can growl at her and stare menacingly at ruby. it’s a love hate relationship the two of them have, a little show they put on whenever others are around. when she’s alone with ruby she’s totally fine, and even goes up to her for treats and pats.

anyway, she’s obviously miserable (bronco is following her like a shadow and sniffing her butt) and i think he’s making her feel worse. so she’s taken to following me around, everywhere i go. here there and everywhere. underfoot.

she’s looking a little grimy cos she was due for her bath.