What He did Today.

He renewed my hope.

That he is all-knowing and shows himself strong.

That circumstances are reversible.

That we are not defeated.

That Phanuel can be free.

Thank you, God.


"AUTISM YESTERDAY" Autism is Reversible from JB Handley.

Today.

Today is wonderful at the workplace. Less workload. And I can actually breathe. I do believe our second-in-command has it in for me sometimes. I do things well, I would think. But it doesn't seem enough. *laughs* Remember Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix? Professor Dolores Jane Umbridge? Second-in-command is basically like that. Except my second-in-command always looks to the first-in-command for backup whenever the first-in-command is around. If the first-in-command isn't around, second-in-command imposes interesting tasks and such. Regardless, I've started writing new songs again. Here's a basic idea of my new composition.


It is.


and it is amazing
and it is impatient
and it is swelling
in its berated excitement
in my chest, no rest, no rest
and then its here
but you never wanted it to come

and you keep wondering where time goes so suddenly
as quickly as it is now, it soon was, then that was then.
Did that just really happen?

More to come. But for now, to please Umbridge - I will ask her if she has anything for me to do. There is absolutely nothing I can do now. I've checked.

Bluetree - God of this City

The true story.

(http://www.givmusic.com/bluetree/)

Cool graphics for fellow nerds.

(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VmC44K0xQLE)

Fall 2009

Hurrah. It's Autumn again!

If I ever live to see it.

Bon appetit!

So we had a potluck at my office (International Program Center) on campus last Friday. And everyone was expected to cook something and bring it to share.

I, of course, defaulted to a Malaysian meal and did Tom Yam Fried Rice. (And it was amazing, might i just say. Dusts collar.)

We also opened the potluck up for any person who stepped into the office space. So a Malaysian undergraduate student, Pravin Namby, and an Indian graduate student Sudhir ate my fried rice and had awesome things to say about it. (I wasn't kidding when I said it turned out pretty awesome.) But nothing prepared me for what happened next.

About the same time Namby and Sudhir was in sampling food, in came an African student named, Ben Doso. After eating the tom yam fried rice, he asked if he could google something for me. I offered him my deskspace and watched intently over his shoulder as he typed,

"riz au gras."

... I kept watching as he navigated his cursor to the top of the Google Search Page he was on and clicked on "Images". "There, look," Ben said, pointing to the picture on the screen.

"That's Riz Au Gras," he said, smiling. "Doesn't it look similar to what you cooked?"

Wow, I thought. It really did. So i nodded and asked, "Does it taste anything like it though?"

"Yes, more or less," came the answer.

"So, what you ate just now was more or less french?"

Ben Doso nods, amused.

Meanwhile, within the skull of the Phoebe-Brain, my logic began to kick into gear.

Syllogisms
Premise 1: Tom Yam Fried Rice tastes like a french dish (Riz au Gras).
Premise 2: I can cook Tom Yam Fried Rice.
Conclusion: I can cook a French DISH!!!!

The realization seeped in slow. But it came, just the same. I had thought, the day I mastered the ways of the Shepherd's Pie, that that was probably as far as it got for me when it came to trying out international recipes.

But why work so hard, when homeland cooking resembles that of french cuisine? w00t!

By the by, Riz Au Gras is pronounced:
Riz = Rrhee
Au = Oh
Gras = Grraa

(the "r" sounds like a gurgle at the back of your throat)

I can cook Riz Au Gras. A FRENCH Meal. Hoho!
As Phua Chu Kang says (Character, Singaporean Sitcom), "Don't play-play ah...."

What have you learnt to cook recently? ;)