And so it begins. Again.

I figure a new theme ought to go with this post since it’s been eons when I last wrote one. I don’t really have an excuse for my long sabbatical, other than I literally had my entire life taken away from me and placed in a box without holes. No light. No air. No scent of the living.

But enough of the drama. I passed my classes and am now on an internship that seemingly wants to take my very will to live. Oh, not that it’s awfully hard like my classes. It’s just that I’m so bored. But that’s not the point of this post.

Lately, I’ve been cooking. Alot. Ever since I moved in alone into this…habitat? It’s a home of some sort. Something between an apartment and hunter’s lodge (evident from the gun rack complete with casting lights in the study room. Interesting yes?). I’ve so far realized that soy sauce is my savior, and tomatoes with a pinch of salt will save me from over soy-saucing anything. Not that that makes any sense but take for example an attempt* to make fried chicken. I somehow have it in my mind that to put more flavor, a tablespoon of soy sauce ought to make my poultry cooking skills better. It was in fact better than the tasteless version I had the other day, but I had left it in the marinate too long (thirty minutes only! Not 35, not 40. Thirty minutes.). So as a side dish, I cut up a tomato and very lightly salted it to spread over my rice. It was quite wonderful. Nothing so satisfying as a well-cooked meal. (Version number 1 of fried chicken was something you can call a number of things–but not well-cooked.)

So other than this vent on fried chicken, what else do I have to offer for your reading, might you ask. Well here you go. Book review time!

Ender’s game is one of those treasures that I had stumbled upon–well not really Stumbledupon(R),  my research mentor recommended it to me. It was a well-crafted plot, complete with vivid strategy, almost** relate-able characters, and–my favorite–bug-squashing. If you have ever seen Starship Troopers, it’s like that but with brains. There’s hardly any brawn since the leading character is a child. And this is no Harry-Potter-alike plot. The child is a prodigy–but it takes the other characters so long to figure this out (it was quite obvious to me, I mean, there’s only so much an eleven-year old could do before I know with absolute confidence that he can kill big gigantic bugs–notwithstanding the fact that the book is titled after him) that he had to own each and unfair challenge set before him until they allowed him to become the apprentice of the last military genius that Earth had to offer. But enough of my spoiling. You can go read it for yourself.

I plan to read many more books this summer. But I’m not sure how I’ll manage it with my 8-hour work days. I get up so early and come home at 5 PM, that I barely have time to actually cook if I’ve truly committed myself to running an hour everyday this summer. Sometimes, I think that I’m a little more out of time during the summer than during fall and spring semesters. No, I must be losing my mind. It’s this internship. But no matter, Christ’s strength, I will overcome this obstacle. AND I WILL GO BACK TO SCHOOL AND LOVE IT.

*I hardly think I’m successful at it yet since it’s water content is slightly lower than the desired “Juicy”, with the capital J. But it was good, not bad for a first-time all-time cook on a gas range (hate gas ranges).

**Well I can hardly relate to a little pre-teen boy who has the inherent knowledge of overpowering all of his enemies. But if there was a bug invasion, I would be his friend.

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