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Sunday, March 11, 2007 |
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| BACKTRACKING: December 17, 2006 |
No trip to Greenhills will ever be complete without the usual Fortune Cookie-ChocoTurros-Crepe stops. So, on the day where King decided to turn into an official cam whore himself (pix taken with his new Baby Canon bought that day), we all made the necessary gastronomic obligatory checkpoints to pay tribute to the very few days left before King embarks for some self-searching in the vast deserts of the east.
Missing king like a peach-hazelnut-peanutbutter-choco-caramel-candy-sprinkled crepe. (and you know how I am when I am on a crave rage) * I'm putting a footnote here to remind myself of this scandalous secret you just told me this day. Of a certain kiss. with some totaaaally inappropriate. Hahahah. Someone who is almost associated to a SNEEZE in more ways that one. I love double-edged metaphors, it's too personal I swear I'm the only one who can figure it out. *evil grin*
Sick.Sadistic.Shallow. Deconstructing the World with a whole lot of Crepe.Labels: canon, crepe, food, green hills, king |
posted by LetsGetSoakingWet @ 7:22 PM  |
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Name: LetsGetSoakingWet
