Lucky Girl Wednesday, January 24, 2007

Lucky Girl

Seriously, I should really start to count my blessings. Not only do I have what I need, I also have sufficient funds to give way to my wants. Greedy wants. >:@ I already have a cell phone(not the lousy kinda model or anything), an iPod and sufficient money whenever I go out. Getting an allowance is good what right? Some people get allowances that are fixed, not fixed, reasonable, not reasonable or they don't even get at all! My parents give me allowance whenever I ask them for it and it's a lot, way further than reasonable. I'm so lucky, my parents are not split up like how I've seen my NZ friend's parents. Divorced and remarried. They also drink a lot and smoke a lot. I am truly really lucky. Not only do I have a roof over my head in a safe enviroment where I don't have to worry about bombs exploding or the weather being too hot or too cold, I also have at least three good meals a day and even snacks whenever I am bored. Children of Afghanistan are in desperation of surviving and finding food and yet here I can be eating out of boredom, or wasting food when I am too full.

Okay non-material.
It's not like I'm born disabled or handicapped or retarded. In fact, I got away from being born a midget, a problem with the limbs. See, my mom gave birth to me when she was 36 and by that age, giving birth is really risky, the child is prone to disabilities. According to my parents, they said that the doctor discovered something about my limbs and that I could be born being a(someword that starts with an 'A') Dwarf. However, if you look at me now, you'll think that this paragraph is just a lie. Nope, it is true.

And now, freedom.
Look, I'm only 13 right? But yet my parents give me enough freedom. It's not like they totally don't care about me. I have a friend who cann be out without going home for two days straight and his parents don't call him. Not that he likes it but, anyway, my parents do give me a good load of freedom. I'm able to go out at anytime I want(almost) and come back anytime I want unless sometimes my parents have some stuff to talk about or they're just not in the right mood. Past few days I've been going out at coming back at unearthly hours in the morning like:

-Meeting Cheng You downstairs and coming back only at 2:30am;
-After going to the dojo and returning at about 12am;
-Sunday's Manchester United VS Arsenal match with my cousin Isaac at his friend's and returning home at 4 in the morning.

These are just some of it only. There were so many other times than that. And I have some friends that are older than me and they're not even allowed to go out in the evening onwards but here I am returning home at wee hours of the morning, and my parents still are concerned for me and they still care for me. I don't go home to a home where people are shouting or fighting or gambling or smoking or cursing or drinking but I go home and find that in there, that's where my heart really is despite the fights and quarrels. In there, that's where the people really shower love and care on me.

I should stop envying and count my blessings.



I AM SO BLESSED!


Haha, I'm cooking breakfast for my parents later on before they go to work. Breakfast in bed! Oh, and count your blessings too.


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