House of Ryanne: Assam. TomYam. Friends. Love.

Friday, August 28, 2009

Assam. TomYam. Friends. Love.

This week is my lucky week.
Well, let's just ignore the minor misfortune of many other things, this week I am truly blessed.

Yesterday, Kumutha made us Assam Fish for dinner!! And it is delicious!! Not really spicy. Just the right amount of hotness and sourness and one delicious dinner. But I screwed up the side dish... Hahaha...

Assam Fish!!

Stir Fried Wintermelon with Carrot

Then today, we went to Lucky Station for dinner after Chinese Class. Those who are present are Wee Leng, Zarry, Kumutha, Nicole, Vee, Hon Yeun and me!! I had the most delicious TomYam soup in the whole of Kampar! But I liked it more with beehoon than spaghetti.

And here are some photos of dishes that I've cooked previously. I was so busy with a lot of things until all these were abandoned in my phone.

Geizhi Chicken Porridge

Tumeric Fried Fish

Dragon Egg
(Actually, it is egg fried with kunyit...)

Lesson of the day
Great food + Great friends + Great conversation = PERFECT DAY

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IF you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
' Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!