teddy's crickets

Crickets are food, not pets. How can you keep these deliciously (well, crispy and salty) noisy creatures when can make a healthy snack out of them? Hehe my dear readers don't be grossed out. Teddy is still sane and well alive. Just a change of tastebuds , that's all. But don't worry folks, (cooked) crickets are rare in Singapore, and I've passed the last few pieces of them to JM.

Speaking of which, we went to bistro Delifrance today to discuss our project. Buggy was late! But it's ok. He came, contributed ( a helluva lot of ideas), and left. Typical Buggy. Teddy is blown (and still recovering from) the huge scale of project *prepares a white flag for waving later* Anyway, we ordered a peach pastry, and some puff pastry thingy with vanilla ice cream... tasted.. common... er hard to explain.

After that, JM went to buy some snacks from OCK. But it's like... oh well, I guess I shld have gotten used to the amount of snacks JM usually eat. A box of granola anyone?

Went JM's house on a whim. But his house is so sunny! Yea it's yellow... and I was overwhelmed. Let JM tell you or show you his living room himself. But when I stepped into his bedroom, it was like some warm and dark kinda cosy retreat. I wanna redecorate my room!!!! Purple satin sheets! Sheer black curtains! rustic canopy bed! Smoky grey walls with a rich purple feature wall! Japanese lamps glowing in the corners. A large embriodered fabric to conceal my warbdrobe and random boxes(yes let's do away with space consuming cupboards). But Teddy needs her own pad to redecorate. And lots of money... and a good painter... *sob* and mom musnt ask stupid fengshui masters to dictate hw my room shld be. It's lame. I live in here, I decide how I live.