just been out with the 4/12 bunch for dinner at NYDC! feeling rather gross right now, what with having a stuffed and queasy stomach. i think my undoing was the highly caramelised banana smoothie from spinelli's, which was a whopper in itself, and needless to say a bit much after dinner and dessert. actually i wasn't planning on having dinner earlier, but just before i made it out of the house, i had to pass by the dining table as my mom was laying out the dinner, and that was just too much to bear! there was like sweet and sour pork and fried chicken and my favourite fried seafood tofu thingy, so of course i had to "sample" a bit of everything. i think there is a conspiracy between my mom and my sis to make sure that i am deprived of good home food, because i recall that when my sis was away for her boarding house stint, all i got were microwave dinners and lousy canned stuff. unfair!

anyway you can't go to NYDC without succumbing to the D in the DC, and it's incredibly hard to make a decision as to what to have because there are just too many choices! in the end i shared a tiramisu mudpie and oreo cheesecake- tagline: resistance is futile!- with jeanne. the tiramisu mudpie was an imposter, because there was no taste of rum or coffee to speak of, and the oreo cheesecake sorta didn't really go with the ice cream. but dinner was lots of fun anyway because in the middle of it, jeanne went to take a phone call from her dearie, and left the table with her food and wallet unguarded! so of course we took it upon ourselves to 'spice' up her dessert and included a few exotic touches- baked rice and corn kernels- to her mound of whipped cream. and the funniest part was that the boyfriend effect lasted for quite a while after she got off the phone, so she was smiling wistfully for the rest of the time, even as she dug into the disgusting mess which we had made of her dessert. in fact, she looked really pleased after she finished the whole thing off- which has led us to believe that love not only blinds you, but it also numbs your tastebuds. plus, mandy nicked some cash from her wallet too, which i think covered her dinner and our neoprints later. a big thank you, jeannieee!

oh, and during dinner, we were treated to a sideshow of a guy and girl making out, while (get this!) the guy was sucking on his cigarette during alternate breaths. what i really want to know is how the girl can stand to make out with a boyfriend who

1. would rather have a stick of tar in his mouth than her tongue
2. has yellow teeth, bad breath, and is blowing 5000 carcinogenic compounds into her face every second

like, could there possibly be anything more of a turn-off than nicotine-laced saliva and second hand smoke? like, if you're going to die of lung cancer anyway, you might as well be the one indulging in the cigarette sucking. what a catchy slogan though:

Lung Cancer- now that's one gift your girlfriend would really die for.

oh, and to ruin the mood a little more: CARRIE WON :( it's so sickening that the americans keep choosing people who aren't the most talented, deserving, or charismatic to be their idols. compared to bo, carrie has the personality of a cardboard sheet. the only thing worth watching now is ryan, who is the host with the most. one day ryan should just tell the rest of them to screw off, and take the idol title for himself. seriously, if there's anyone who should be idolized, it's ryan. the rest of them are like little superfluous stage props, only there to enhance the fact that ryan rules and provide background scenery. why is it that no one's suggested this, why?

life is a mystery.