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To ease my conscience, I must make a very heart-felt apology to Wen Ching for constantly not following through with my plans. I just find it so difficult to make my parents alter their plans in order to satisfy my own. I mean, technically, had I not gotten into a car accident, I wouldn't have to share cars with them in the first place, and I should still appreciate that my parents still trust me enough to let me drive their car( asian women stereotype totally applies). Sometimes my irresponsibility makes me doubt whether I have what it takes to become a doctor. I often have a tendency to break or somehow damage everything valuble(minus relationships, at least I hope). My computer has accumulated its fair share of viruses on the account that I am often gullible and naive( I never realize that people purposely want to sabatoge you for fun. Talk about schadenfreude. I mean seriously! Why can't these crafty computer geniuses apply their skill to do some good in the world? Anyway, my complete failure with technology( I broke my camera too) has me thinking about whether or not I deserve to get a MacPro. Sure, it would be a nice luxury item (elastic, thanks Lauterbach) but is it worth it, and more importantly, will I be responsible enough to keep it in good condition? Oh today I asked myself why it is that kids always think that their money is their money, and that their parent's money is also their money What is this world coming to? Have we no respect for the people who PROVIDE EVERYTHING for us? Obviously I fall into this slot of ungrateful, spoiled, angst-ridden teen occasionally, but I often think of how grateful I should be. It's amazing to compare the list of things that my parents' once needed: clothes, food, a bed, to what I claim I need: a laptop that has high speed, a camera, a watch... Sometimes after I lose my patience with my mother, I feel a pure load of crap, and you would think after watching my brothers do it constantly I would learn. My mother always told me the way that you treat your elders will reflect on how your children will treat you. This makes sense in theory, but then I don't see it and I correct her. But Mom I don't understand, you were so good to Grandma...
Sorry for the dismal entry... I feel like I owe lots of apologies, but I never can say them to a person directly. On a lighter note, I read Speak by Laurie Halse Anderson. Quick read, almost LJ-like format. Not a very happy book, but ends on a good note. As much as I like reading the sad stuff for the emotional affect, happy endings are nice sometimes, especially for those of us who still want to believe that the glass is always half full.
Sorry for the dismal entry... I feel like I owe lots of apologies, but I never can say them to a person directly. On a lighter note, I read Speak by Laurie Halse Anderson. Quick read, almost LJ-like format. Not a very happy book, but ends on a good note. As much as I like reading the sad stuff for the emotional affect, happy endings are nice sometimes, especially for those of us who still want to believe that the glass is always half full.