Despite my most favourite Green Tea Frap, I would say that the Mocha Cookie Crumble Frap is my new favourite now. The barista added three scoops of cookie crumbles and three pumps of chocolate mocha sauce to my drink. I think the crumbles were of some kind of Oreo-esque chocolate cookie, but it was honestly hard to tell what flavor they were because the taste of the mocha syrup was so much stronger. At first, the crumbles were underwhelming in their contribution to texture, too, since they were blended down to the exact same size as the ice. As the ice began to melt, however, the cookie crumbles allowed the Frappuccino to retain some crunchiness. And I miss the chocolate whipped cream on top so badly.
Wednesday, August 29, 2012
Sunday, June 10, 2012
Pity beggar
There is this moment where I couldn't forget ever, it was a nice windy afternoon as I make my way walking to a lunch, a poor looking guy drew away my full attention. Okay, to be exact, is a guy with all torn clothes and pants, very messy unclear hair, some half healing wounds at his head, thick moustache, bared foot.
I couldn't left my sight away from him. Thousands thought in my mind. Was him abandoned by his family? Or was he get lost? How long he been wandered here? Had he eaten anything? First thing I remembered was I saw him lied down on a bench in the park besides sunway college shuttle bus stop. Must have been a tough day with hot pouring sunlight. The place he laid down was not shady. The heat like a hot oven.
His action attracted me. He woke up and sit. At first I didn't know what it was. Looked like a prey that get trapped. He cried out all his tear in silence. I never saw a man cry without tear before. He stopped crying, was just sitting there watching people passed by in a little black-and-white day.
He was like frozen, sitting and waiting. He stared out of nowhere, I think he just didn't know what else to do. He didn't looked at me standing there besides the park. Despaired, losing hope, being isolated by this world.
Just like that. Sitting and waiting at 3 in the afternoon.
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