Splinter's Of The Past

As most of you now know, I do blog in secrecy within the ranks of LiveJournal-friends-only. But this extract below is a glimpse into the classified.

Anyway, I've come to a junction in my decision about where I will live upon graduation. I want to go where the salaries are high, the company is friendly, the dogs are Arjun & Tikrit, and the foood is good. I feel like I want to live in Malaysia. The way I see it, if I can drive, transport won't be a problem. And when youve got friends like Wen Leong, and a car youve got a good life. I want the freedom of living in Malaysia. Probably work consistently for a couple decades till i've got enough to fund myself and support things for a long time to come. Then i'll be able to see where to go once my future is set. For now, I just wish I had the security of good food, warm clothing and rid myself of this flu.

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Goat

I want to wake up with the rain falling down. Like it used to back home.

I've been spending wayyy too long away from Blogger. HmmBekk!

Daim

Think of a little chocolate sweet, from Sweden, a fruit off the tree of Ikea.




At first sight, they appear to be worthy sweets with a Swedish pun for taste. The toothless would probably appreciate this more than any creature with fangs. Light bits of toffee, coated with a milk chocolate layer.




The chocolate coat will come off as easily as the red wrapping, but it is only a tease of the toffee that hides within. Like potential, it is fulfilling, but needs work to reap benefits. It will take a good five minutes of busy saliva to fully render the piece of toffee defenseless to the swallowing mechanism.




Not the best chocolates in the world, probably better than the average Tesco-brand attempt at making chocolate, but that's as far as it goes. The hard toffee is hindrance to the teeth, when it is chewed, and hence will force the user into the slow sucking option, which in turn limits the fun of eating, considerably.




In a table ridden with work, between a pencil and eraser, with paper to decorate further. Daim is a break one will settle for until time for better celebrations are at hand.

Mozartherz'l

Austrian chocolate hearts with a marzipan and hazelnut centre. It carries a taste of exoticity easily mistaken for rejection. Alas, only for the untrained tongue. Rare is the commodity of pistachio and almond marzipan. More so to find it in a chocolate coat.



May I remove your coat? Unwrapping bliss is reward in its own. The chocolate, mixed into a fine gradient, but still left bubble traces on the shaping tin, which results in uneven texture. Yet as it hits the tongue it melts quickly enough to hide such imperfection. And when the taste spreads along your buds, you forget the troubles of life. And begin to taste a change in the wind.



It's a love for chocolate, which will revive the country Finnique. This blog will soon fall prey to one of the greater mysteries of Food.. Taste perception. But what is taste if it isnt invested in the art of chocolat. We call this one, Mozartherz'l. A sibling of the Mozartkugen, the round blissful shapes we still long for.

This taste is somewhat.. Unique, alcoholic: rum?, hazelnut, creamed, medicinal, bittersweet, nutty textures of marzipan. Worth the price, whatever it costs.

Clarinase - The Drowsy Effect

Look everyone, I don't care how many drug labels say they are non-drowsy.

But when you have an exam coming up, and you have a flu in the courtyard your only choice is to take medicine while studying regardless of how early in the morning you wake up. And I don't know how many of you believe this, but I am going all out against the drug label.

Clarinase DOES make you drowsy. Hmmph.

The Airport (Orange) Sky

Visiting you in the dead of night, watching from afar wondering how things progress. Yes, I do watch in silence. But if I speak, I will regret so much. So I just sit and watch, under this orange sky.

I tire of this. For four days now, I have been with one question. I knew the answer to this question a long time ago. I made that difficult decision with firm fervor. I knew exactly why and what I was doing. But why, do I feel like I want to change my mind. Anything can happen in an airport. But moments before you leave, funny things happen. Ever seen the last episode of Friends?

"I had a dream.. I.. stood underneath an orange sky."
-- Alexi Murdoch - Orange Sky.mp3

Closed Doors - Where Oppression Is Terrorism

I don't know too much, but I know what I want to say.
I just neeeed myself.
-- Ocean Colour Scene - I Just Need Myself

After a tempest of half a season, and after all those commercials.. "Coming Soon -- This Autumn.." It's finally here, the Autumn term. Lectures start to express just how complicated life can get, but very different when there's a white dude in front talking in an accent much like everyone else except yourself. And then comes one dude with a different accent, of which he calls rubbish but I understand perrfektly.

The Finn's Yellow Belt was stepped upon one grim Monday evening. A thousand paces later in the Freezing Field™, and a pack of Maggi noodle with a couple of calls from home. A fiery yet simpler way to let things warm down.

I just thought it's worth mentioning -- If you consider yourself able to attend university, wether you do actually enroll or not is irrelevant.. youre living the dream of the Baha'is in Iran. The Iranian government denies them the opportunity of higher education, persecuting with such atrocities which will open your eyes to a new sort of terrorism.

http://denial.bahai.org

If you are a Uni/College student. You're luckier than ANY one Baha'i in Iran.