More than a whim

Thomas had his 23rd birthday today. Appropriate hell was raised. I have pictures, but for some reason I can't upload them. Maybe later!

In other news, I eavesdropped (unwittingly and unintentionally) on some conversations and have decided that I am not fit to run for any MC positions in AIESEC US. Did I not mention that? I was seriously considering giving it a shot for the next year. But it's not to be. I'm not even going to get into the details, because there are too many. I'm just not ready or as qualified as I thought I was.

But on the bright side? Those individuals already exist within the country, not to mention the potential applicant pool from abroad. So even if my personal ambitions have been foiled, it's good to know that the MC will be fine anyway.

This came out a lot more emo than I intended. Oh well.

Passages, marred by frailty

When I look at the past several weeks of my blogger history, I see nothing but uninspired equivocations and forced ramblings. Hopefully I can change that in the upcoming weeks.




In an effort to live up to my generously bestowed title, here's a picture of my dinner for tonight. Chicken curry (don't ask me what kind, I used garam masala and fenugreek and some other stuff) and garlic naan. No rice since I'm still lacking a rice cooker, and no side dish because I don't need that many leftovers. I bought the naan since I don't have a tandoori oven, but that chicken is all me. It was earth-shatteringly delicious, except for one hiccup. That red chunk you see on the chicken is a piece of tomato. Publix foiled me and carried only stewed tomatoes when the recipe called for pureed tomatoes. Alas. Next time (you better believe there will be a next time), I will do right by Indo-Asia and use the right kind of tomatoes. Additionally, I will also use ground cashews instead of cornstarch.

I'm currently battling the first signs of the flu. Not a good thing, since I'm supposed to be visiting Canada this weekend with these fine gentlemen. Wish me luck.