"It was completely white: white with white patterns decorating white. Small white flowers with leaves encircled the outer edges of the upper surface, and three white pillars on top of the cake held aloft another white cake that was a smaller replica of the one below."

Set 6 years after Rwanda's genocide of 1994, this fairly brief (finished it in 2 hours) novel tells us about the real meaning of reconciliation — about how, in the aftermath of tragedy, life goes on and people still manage to find reasons to celebrate.

Recommended!

Date with the Sun

At the start of light spilling through my windows, I stretch from my head to my toes.

I start the coffee, the toast and the shows.

The morning is too lazy - without the sun, I'd go crazy.

I no longer dread the morning sun, for this time, it promises fun :)

Ahh.. morning, the start of a new day. Yet another chance to add to this journey towards heaven a bit more joy, love, and prosperity. Yes, the goodness of life is more abundant with the start of each new day. And "morning is your first blessing" when you awaken.

Yesterday, I ran late for class. If I had rushed out right after waking up, of course I would have made it in time. But I opted not to. I love the quiet in the morning before the hustle and bustle of the day starts. That fifteen minutes of peace is an important part of my day. I need the time to regroup. The first sip of coffee and the quiet usually makes for a great day ahead. When I don't get that slow start to the day, I'm usually a bit miffed. This is why I almost always wake up a full hour before grabbing my shoes and scarf and head out the door.

I even like the crazy morning commotion of getting ready for school and work. Everyone on a mission, to get wherever they have to be on time, is like a race. And most times, it's a sprint but I find even this part of the morning to be fun. It's a little stressful but overall it's fun.

Currently reading: James Meek's The People's Act of Love.

amongst other things;) i.e Physio and BTHM.

Almost every Saturday, once everyone is out the door, I normally spend my mornings writing, reading and cleaning while listening to music. It's my time for me. Years ago, I would never have thought two hours of reading and writing would be exciting for me but it truly is.  :) 

Right now, I'm pleading guilty to my unhealthy addiction to caramel coconut morsels. Add sweet oranges to the mix and we've got ourselves a saccharine breakfast. If you fancy Diabetes as your final destination, I'm definitely on the right track.

On a different note, I've always believed each day brings new hope. Even when I was younger, this thought would roam around my head when I was having a bad day. I have always thought today might not be so good but tomorrow morning everything will look different. And it usually does.

So in all, cherish this, and each morning that follows as a gift for yourself and those you love as the start of a new day. Be the person that you long to be this morning, and look forward to tomorrow.

Goodbye, now :)

Rat race

In the last package Mummy sent me, she had the pinkest of courtesy to include a book knowing very well that at that time my examinations were about to draw to an end. 

Around the same time, the movie was released and I am the kind who watches the movie first then only will I indulge in the book because only now I can put faces to the characters haha. Blame the hypoimaginative brain please.

Some said that the movie was mediocre with the book being better (yeah, typical comment -the book is MEMANG always better ok) and some said that it drove them to tears. 

 

I absolutely adore Rachel McAdams (ever since Mean Girls *insert ew here*) and that is a perfectly good reason for one to watch the show already. Then the casting crew had to throw in the amazingly delectable Eric Bana to portray Clare's counterpart, the time traveler himself - Henry DeTamble.

Mmmhmm. Its just like toast overladen with strawberry jam. You think "oh this isn't going to be comfortable". But then it goes into your mouth and it tastes wonderful anyway.

The story got to me in a different way though. I was moved by the determination of one woman to make a life for two people entirely on her own. The book pictured her with moments of weakness in places but the movie conveyed it quite differently. 

Again, its about faith. Believing in things you can't possibly comprehend in the current state of time. Waiting for Henry's periodic visits - days, months, even years. 

This is definitely one of your 'aaaaahhhhhhhhh....' stories. Both the book and the movie amazingly did not manage to disappoint me.

My recent tweet read: Now man rush to grow up then long for childhood later on. 

Ironic. Just remember that time travel is not another fish in the sea for the average you and me unless you are some distant relative of Henry's la -.- . 

So I think that its about time we ran a different race. :)

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