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Yesterday, I've got this seriously sad and great book from Rebekah -
"A Child called 'It' "I finished it this morning... Changed a whole lot of me after reading it.
Y'know, Dave's Mom reminded me of my dad somehow. Which I think it's bad... real bad. I wouldn't want my dad to become like this crazy, perverted-mind, alcoholic woman. No, absolutely
NO. I would seriously run away from home then...
Whenever I read the parts where Dave was either slammed down the kitchen counter, punched, slapped, starved or tortured real bad, I'd have this fear inside of me. Like it actually happened, to me. I almost cried at a few saddening parts.
Especially the part where, his Mom had Dave on the gas burner to the kitchen stove and burnt his hands -his Mom said she read an article from the newspaper and wanted to try it out on him.Like, seriously CRAZY okay? and scary.
"You've made my life a living hell!" she sneered. "Now it's time I showed you what hell is like!"
Amazon.com ReviewDavid J. Pelzer's mother, Catherine Roerva, was, he writes in this ghastly, fascinating memoir, a devoted den mother to the Cub Scouts in her care, and somewhat nurturant to her children--but not to David, whom she referred to as "an It." This book is a brief, horrifying account of the bizarre tortures she inflicted on him, told from the point of view of the author as a young boy being starved, stabbed, smashed face-first into mirrors, forced to eat the contents of his sibling's diapers and a spoonful of ammonia, and burned over a gas stove by a maniacal, alcoholic mom. Sometimes she claimed he had violated some rule--no walking on the grass at school!--but mostly it was pure sadism. Inexplicably, his father didn't protect him; only an alert schoolteacher saved David. One wants to learn more about his ordeal and its aftermath, and now he's written a sequel,
The Lost Boy, detailing his life in the foster-care system. Though it's a grim story,
A Child Called "It" is very much in the tradition of
Chicken Soup for the Couple's Soul and the many books in that upbeat series, whose author Pelzer thanks for helping get his book going. It's all about weathering adversity to find love, and Pelzer is an expert witness.
I didn't really understand why Roerva only treated Dave like that, and not to her other sons.I'm guessing Dave was the eldest.Terlalu pilih kasih lah!
And she kept saying he was a 'loser' and the reason why everything went bad.I doubt that.
She was just crazy...
I want my dad to read it (:
So yeah, Mid terms are here next week. Can't believe it.
I don't wanna go for exams anymore, they're killing me! Ugh. Why oh why do we have to have exams... They only give us more pressure than ever! And to those who we usually see, if we fail any subject, our reward would be more scoldings and even somethings worse from our parents. Like...
" I forbid you to use the computer for the rest of your life!"
" No more TV from now on!"
" No more going out with your friends!"
Blahblahblah....
Ugh, I just hate those...
So despite the depressing, miserable exams.We have a dance to perform soon! WOOT!
I seriously love the dance, AND the song!
We're using 'Sexy Back' -still considering whether or not to campur "Circus" in...And we had our special training today.
Me and Becca were feeling H-I-G-H the whole time (: , thanks to the booming music.
I'm starting to think our dance looked more like a 'cheer-leading + hip hop' routine than just normal cheer-leading.
But, it's still SMOKIN' HOT!! *dances*
There's a certain person that I feel I'm starting to... hate her.
Let's just say... She's a fake.
She just looovees to attract attention from everybody around her. Like acting crazy and all and then admitting that she does have mental probs *rolls eyes*.
Or maybe changing to song while we were training and then dance some 'retarded traditional dance' all of a sudden and drive everyone crazy and join in -I know, cause I did join in... ahah. Just being retarded, that's all.
But she didn't just did it ONCE, she just had to do it A FEW MORE TIMES!I don't frigging care, okay? So stop blabbin' !
Well, at first we made our dance, then she made hers. WITH our people. I mean... ugh, it sounded like you are snatching our dang clients, okay?? Gosh...
And she copied a few of our moves.
So we had to change them.
I was okay with that actually. She wants that move, she can take it.
I have WAY better moves than that.HMPH! IN YERR FACE! *lala pose*
And I remember that we had to beg her to go ask for those pom-poms from our primary school.
She said "Ok ok. I'll go ask"
The next day, she goes "Eh, I didn't ask for the pom poms. Cause... I've already borrowed soemthing from the teacher, so if I ask again, I scare she'd get angry with me..."
... blahblahblah..
Well, we begged yo, didn't we?
So I said "Good lord...fine, whatever! We don't need the pom poms anymore"
Why do I have to go through so much just to ask for bloody POM POMS! POM POMS, I repeat.
I couldn've just asked them myself and not hear your blabbin' just to get attention.
I DON'T CARE, ya hear?
gosh... I gotta stop being so mean and all... *slaps self*
I still feel like dancing again...
...
Let's dance, Becca!! 8D
- loves.
Saturday, May 16, 2009,5/16/2009 04:17:00 PM |
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