Keeping the dream alive.

Been busy with the same old things..
Ginger.

dog training..playing with her..troubleshooting her many problems..
and trying to get my projects done.
so far..the projects are 95% done..just have to proof read them once more and that's that.

test on tuesday.
super boring.
TCM.
:(

french oral on thurs.
haven't even started on that..same goes for french homework that's gonna be due on thurs.

in short.
i'm just super tired.

but having a dog just makes it all worth it sometimes..especially she's good and listens to me..
grawl.

i need to find a nice dog bed.

Was supposed to blog about this piece of work like a couple of weeks ago..
but..as you can see from the previous entries..i'm TOO busy.
and i forgot about it all..until just now..when i was blog-surfing thru a friend's site and all.
rights.

Let me tell you this..This book is Absolutely Amazing.
I finished it in 1 sitting.
from 11pm to 2am.
No breaks. No nothing.
Just me, my book and my bed..
oh..and a box of tissues by my side..because this book makes you cry.
serious!
i mean..the Time traveller's wife was a pretty good book too..but i only managed to finish it in multiple sittings..and i didn't cry.
so.
This Book is superb.
Go buy it, borrow it or anything.
Just get your hands on a copy.
i borrowed mine from the library.
-shrugs-

This book made me sad. Not for the characters per se. But for humanity as a whole. It just transports you away from your privileged life, and into a land torn apart by despair, by war.

nyeh. instead of putting you thru the agony of a review that won't do justice to this piece of work..
i'm gonna copy a review from Amazon.com

Reviewer:
Ron Franscell, Author of FALL -
The earth turns and the wind blows and sometimes some marvelous scrap of paper is blown against the fence for us to find. And once found, we become aware there are places out there that are both foreign and familiar. Funny what the wind brings.
And now it brings "The Kite Runner," a beautiful novel by Afghan-American Khaled Hosseini that ranks among the best-written and provocative stories of the year so far.
Hosseini's first novel -- and the first Afghan novel to be written originally in English -- "The Kite Runner" tells a heartbreaking story of the unlikely friendship between Amir, the son of a wealthy Afghan businessman, and Hassan, the son of his father's servant. Amir is Sunni; Hassan is Shi'a. One is born to a privileged class; the other to a loathed minority. One to a father of enormous presence; the other to a crippled man. One is a voracious reader; the other illiterate.
The poor Hassan is born with a hare lip, but Amir's gaps are better hidden, deep inside.
Yet Amir and Hassan live and play together, not simply as friends, but as brothers without mothers. Their intimate story traces across the expansive canvas of history, 40 years in Afghanistan's tragic evolution, like a kite under a gathering storm. The reader is blown from the last days of Kabul's monarchy -- salad days in which the boys lives' are occupied with school, welcome snows, American cowboy movies and neighborhood bullies -- into the atrocities of the Taliban, which turned the boys' green playing fields red with blood.
This unusually eloquent story is also about the fragile relationship fathers and sons, humans and their gods, men and their countries. Loyalty and blood are the ties that bind their stories into one of the most lyrical, moving and unexpected books of this year.
Hosseini's title refers to a traditional tournament for Afghan children in which kite-flyers compete by slicing through the strings of their opponents with their own razor-sharp, glass-encrusted strings. To be the child who wins the tournament by downing all the other kites -- and to be the "runner" who chases down the last losing kite as it flutters to earth -- is the greatest honor of all.
And in that metaphor of flyer and runner, Hosseini's story soars.
And fear not, gentle reader. This isn't a "foreign" book. Unlike Boris Pasternak's "Dr. Zhivago," Hosseini's narrative resonates with familiar rhythms and accessible ideas, all in prose that equals or exceeds the typical American story form. While exotic Afghan customs and Farsi words pop up occasionally, they are so well-defined for the reader that the book is enlightening and fascinating, not at all tedious.
Nor is it a dialectic on Islam. Amir's beloved father, Baba, is the son of a wise judge who enjoys his whiskey, television, and the perks of capitalism. A moderate in heart and mind, Hosseini has little good to say about Islamic extremism.
"The Kite Runner" is a song in a new key. Hosseini is an exhilaratingly original writer with a gift for irony and a gentle, perceptive heart. His canvas might be a place and time Americans are only beginning to understand, but he paints his art on the page, where it is intimate and poignant.

Realised I haven't blogged in quite a bit..
Busy lar
Anyway..
Ginger has been promoted and is now sleeping in my room's toilet..
this was because she was shitting and pee-ing in her area even tho she wasn't supposed to..
lance reckoned that she's seeking attention..
right.
and attention at 5am in the morning is what i can't give.
so...she's in my toilet for now..in case she pees or shiets..
then it'll be easier for me to clean..
but if she continues with this good behaviour...
she'll prolly get upgraded to sleeping in my room..and not just the toilet.
:)
her toilet's quite ok already..
and whenever it screws up..it's when everyone's ignoring her..
my dog is a bleeding attention seeker..
O___o

and she's soooo cute.
:)))))

gah.
suddenly..
the pile of homework and tests and projects seem to be growing exponentially.
i really do have to start clearing some of those.
sigh.
bugger.
bug.
bug.

It's been 1month and 2 days since baby gwen was born.
It's been a month since Ginger came over.
It's been a month since i've slept until 10am without waking up in the midst of it.

1 month but it felt like time zoomed by.

Anyway.
There was a horrific accident on saturday..just outside my place..
You know..the road towards harbourfront..
and literally 'Just outside my place'.

My bro, Ginger, and I were downstairs..at around 9pm..
Studying, bumming, and studying...respectively.
then there was this 'Boom!'
and we thought something screwed up with the Circle Line...a generator overload or something.
and there was smoke.
so..being the kaypohs that we are..
we ran to the backgate..
Apparently an NTUC van collided into the pillar support the highway..
and the entire front section was crushed inwards.
we were prolly the 2nd group of people at the scene.
Got my brother to call 995..
and
after a few hours
Someone said that one guy died on impact..the other was surviving..but barely.
after an hour+ they managed to get the guy out and into the ambulance..
they tried towing the vehicle.
then sawed the door.
then finally climbed to the roof and got him out..
-__-
kinda brings the meaning of inefficiency to a whole new level.
and i'm so buay song but how they had to cordone off the area outside my place..
JUST because there were too many people watching.
like...it's not even on this side of the road.
-___-
but then again..it doesn't really matter..because it's 'JUST OUTSIDE MY PLACE'
and most of us nosy parkers live very nearby.
so..we took our cards out..entered our private estate..
and stood there and watched.
view-wise..not much of a difference..just that we were slightly elevated..and a few metres further..
-shrugs-
anyway...
it was like...the fragility of life.

ironic that the next day's event would be a celebration of life..and i was witness to the passing of one.