Tuesday, April 22, 2008

The Kite Runner

Half a year ago, I shared about our attempts to get me started on reading again in active prevention of a mushed brain. I have difficulty keeping up with all the reading material so it became a selective process, with National Geographic being the top of my list (next to the weekly batt gua local magazine *hee*).

Many of the articles expanded my horizons and deepened my concern for various issues today. It took me beyond my little well of a relatively safe country, myopic occupation of keeping my home and family in order, routine service to God and to man. But more than anything, features of groups of people who have been marginalized, cruelly treated or scarred left me affected to some degree. One such feature was entitled Hazaras: Afghanistan's Outsiders. The article mentioned that the book The Kite Runner "depicted a fictional Hazara character" and it was then that I remembered reading the synopsis of a highly acclaimed film, based on a book by the same title, and a book review by Karen Cheng. That got me going to the nearby library for my fourth book in a month (the first three were mysterious appetizers by Agatha Christie).


The Kite Runner, a novel by Khaled Hosseini, is about the lives of two Afghan boys and how an event changed their lives forever. It is a very easy read, and you can almost picture being there in the story, as the author skillfully paints the scenes of childhood innocence, betrayal, wars, fears, heart-wrenching pain and racism in its extreme. I'd give it five stars; two thumbs up. But here's a warning if you decide to pick up the book: don't expect to be dry-eyed.

Let me know if you intend to read it!

Friday, April 18, 2008

The Jungle Affair 2008

The difference this time round is that it is no longer a local affair. Derod has taken flight together with his comrades in the wee hours of this morning. He had put gabe to bed last night and left for the airport to catch the red eye flight up north for his two-week-plus stint.

Sigh...

While he has to contend with living in "coolie quarters" and tonners in the jungle, I'll have to manage the little one alone. God has been most gracious in providing help from parents to church friends who make dinner. But the older of a pair of twins touched us the most when he called just before derod left the house to say take care for the trip. Awwww..... thanks so much for the sweet gesture.

Thursday, April 10, 2008

So. Darn. Cute.

James Marsden. Swooooooooooooooon...
Unfortunately, he's married with kids. Urgh! So am I...

Sunday, April 06, 2008

Derod's Great White Grin

Derod has often been teased about the size of his grin. He chomps down power-sized burgers easily where others have difficulty even compacting the bun between their two rows of pearlies. His smile can be detected in a crowd like at the National Stadium. Ok, I exaggerate. But there's a theory, you know, of how this came about, or so says derod's paternal family. Happened that his mum got a scare watching one of those must-see movies of her day and apparently the fetus must have been badly affected and as a result... derod's huge mouth grin.


Strength in Numbers


It must have been ages since we took a picture together. We have known one another for, what, past a decade? In fact, livingjoyfully and I met since I was 12. And auntie ck watched us all grow up. Up for them; I didn't make much headway in the vertical sense. But looking back, the Lord put us together in this place. We shared, we served. Some married off, others joined us. We put on some pounds and much fine lines and gray hair with the arrival of our little brood(s). Much has changed. But these ties were bound so we need not stand alone in the good fight. The Lord has given us sisters to walk along with on this road less traveled.

The Impossible Comment

Someone told me I was TALL!

She didn't see those heels concealed under my jeans.

Tuesday, April 01, 2008

Quote from a Magnet

"My husband says he will leave me if I continued the shopping.
Lord, I'm going to miss that man."