Friday, May 13, 2005
A child called "it".
A compelling story which never fails to move no matter how many times you have read it.
Thanx evonne for lending it to me
the story about a young boy's fight for survival under the care of his abusing, alcoholic mother.
makes one really think.
how can i be eating this when someone halfway around the globe is being deprived of food?
how can i be enjoying when someone just a plane ride away is suffering?
i look back and i've come to the conclusion that S'pore people are damn pampered.
i really hate myself.
steals food to survive.
gets the gas chamber torture every now and then.
humiliated by own brothers.
shunned by friends in school.
treated worse than dogs.
beaten up by his own mother.
empty promises by his father to take him away.
living in constant fear and anxiety.
that was how david lived his childhood years.
sad aint it?
oh well.
life goes on.
gonna go on a fruits basket marathon todae.
perfect after a 4 hour volleyball marathon yesterdae at evonne house.
ha.
burst blood vessels galore!
i bet that evonne has the worst case of burst blood vessels after our volleyball game.
hahahahaha!
okok.
i had hardly a ruptured one.
*shakes head*
not even one. aww man. ha!
eugene wants me to join club 999.
he said its the club for violent people.
heck NO. hahaha.
my hands are already full pioneering Force 015,
being in anti-dancing beansprout association and
being the faithful vice-chairman of cheapskate club.
haha. not bad for a tender age of 13 and 133 days.
not bad indeed.
A compelling story which never fails to move no matter how many times you have read it.
Thanx evonne for lending it to me
the story about a young boy's fight for survival under the care of his abusing, alcoholic mother.
makes one really think.
how can i be eating this when someone halfway around the globe is being deprived of food?
how can i be enjoying when someone just a plane ride away is suffering?
i look back and i've come to the conclusion that S'pore people are damn pampered.
i really hate myself.
steals food to survive.
gets the gas chamber torture every now and then.
humiliated by own brothers.
shunned by friends in school.
treated worse than dogs.
beaten up by his own mother.
empty promises by his father to take him away.
living in constant fear and anxiety.
that was how david lived his childhood years.
sad aint it?
oh well.
life goes on.
gonna go on a fruits basket marathon todae.
perfect after a 4 hour volleyball marathon yesterdae at evonne house.
ha.
burst blood vessels galore!
i bet that evonne has the worst case of burst blood vessels after our volleyball game.
hahahahaha!
okok.
i had hardly a ruptured one.
*shakes head*
not even one. aww man. ha!
eugene wants me to join club 999.
he said its the club for violent people.
heck NO. hahaha.
my hands are already full pioneering Force 015,
being in anti-dancing beansprout association and
being the faithful vice-chairman of cheapskate club.
haha. not bad for a tender age of 13 and 133 days.
not bad indeed.