best night of my life, yet ;)

"...engage in your senses. along the way remember to stop & smell the cotton candy, eat a few cupcakes, and just have a great time...stay away from the bad brownies! MEOW!"

Unrealistic

I'M BACKKKKKK...

Blame university and work for my prolonged absence. I've decided to start blogging again because I figured I can't write about this personal-ish stuff in my reflective journal for university =P. Don't think Tony would appreciate me blabbing on about my life at home or work, or what I did over the weekend if it's unrelated to my field project.

The definition of unrealistic can refer to the lack of reality or substance; not capable of occuring or being accomplished; impracticality. It all started about first year of university, occurred again when I started my job at the pet store and once again, today. I do animal science because I wanted to broaden my horizons and try something new, something enjoyable and experience something that is out of my comfort zone. Animal Science is about the significance of animals to the community. So how we use animals for food production, how we aid in conservation, how we better understand the physiology and psychology of animals and how we use animals today in modern society as companion animals. A lot more ties into these things, such as animal welfare and diseases.

I remember back in first year in a lecture, the lecturer asked the class of about 80 or so people who doesn't have a pet at home. My group of friends knew I don't have a pet NOW, but I did use to have fish and birds, and took care of fish and birds when my cousins went overseas. Out of all 80 or so people in the class, one girl took the guts to put her hand up. The look on everyone's faces of surprise was astonishing. You could tell the look on some people's faces when she put her hand up. Many people looked and her and though "what a deprived child" others had a different opinion and thought "why is she in an ANIMAL science course, and not have any experience with animals whatsoever?". Those judgemental faces were enough to make me upset. Is that how people think of me when I tell them I do animal science and have not had a pet before?

I was lucky enough to get a job at a pet store back in October/November. The owner (now my boss) was so shocked to hear that I've never owned a pet before, yet studied a course primarily evolved around working with animals. He kept saying the job was "dirty", not that kind of dirty, just involved a lot of messy jobs, cleaning up poop, getting wet, feathers everywhere, the whole gig. That didn't fret me much, since I've worked with horses, cows and sheep before. One cow can make more mess than all the animals in the pet store combined! So by a miracle, I managed to get the job. What upset's me sometimes at work is that, I often get approached by people with many stories about how their dogs eat their poop, or how their birds sing to them when they are sad, or how their cat curls up to them or even how their siamese fighting fish eats from their hands. These stories about how they've made such a strong connection with their pet, makes me want a pet so badly. I want that connection. I want to feel to love of someone else who doesn't judge, but just wants to play and have the loved returned. Is that too much to ask?

Back to the present. I was looking at something called "Oscar's Law". This new legislation hopefully to be passed by the Government to stop the factory farming of dogs and prohibit the sale of pets in pet stores. The pet store I work at thankfully DOES NOT buy puppies from puppy farms, but I felt its better to SAVE a dog rather than buying one who was either mistakenly conceived for money. So today I decided to browse a little on the web at dog shelters and hopefully find one suitable to my personality. I found a couple that I wanted to show my mum, but when I told her I wanted to adopt a dog, she immediately said no. Her argument was that, why get a dog that's already big? You can't train it to not bite at an older age. It's better to get one at a younger age, preferably a puppy. She just doesn't understand! My mum is being so unrealistic and so impractical! Here's what she said to me last week...

"I don't want a big dog. But I want a labrador. And I don't want a dog that bites."

I didn't know what to think to be honest. I wanted to defend my case so badly, but having such conservative and uneducated (on the subject of dogs) parents isn't going to help me at all. ALL DOGS BITE! She clearly does not understand this, even at a young age dog's will bite whatever they can get their nasty little teeth on to help the teething process. It's just plain stubbornness.

Ok she doesn't want a big dog, but a labrador? That just doesn't even make sense! I asked her to explain it and she said, "I want it as a puppy", claiming again its best to teach them when they are young NOT to bite. Again it comes down to teaching dogs not to bite and how you treat them at home. Obviously if you're going to yell at it and beat it with the newspaper, the dog's going to bite back whether you like it or not. I just don't understand my mother sometimes. This is all just typical filo mother talk right here, trying to get their way and prove they are right, even when it sounds confusing.

I honestly feel like she's saying all of this because she doesn't trust me enough to take the responsibility of another life. I don't ask for much, and in return all I want is a dog, and they aren't giving me the time of the day to prove I can do it. I know this is such a small thing to make such a big deal over but I am most passionate about. Kill me for fighting for what I want.

Never too late

HELLO =)

It has been a while since I last decided to post anything on my blog, purely because things kept getting in the way. Or purely in my case, because I was lazy. But some recent stuff has happened that I need to highlight.

Apart from the ever so short four month holiday, I have started uni =(, *boo hoo* I know. It hasn't even been two weeks yet and I'm already complaining about everything, from travelling to textbooks to lecturers. Don't know if its just me, but I've said this so many times, it's seems as though its been implanted in peoples minds that I really just want to quit. The fact this is my last year does prompt me to finish this year off and work for as long as I want, but its the overall feeling of continuous study that I am dreading. I simply do not enjoy it anymore, as with everything else, the people, my friends are the ones that I'm enduring one more year of turmoil for because I simply cannot handle the stress and workload of university life sometimes. I really don't understand how people can withstand being in university, actually, how people can stand studying for so many years in a row! Half of our lives are spent studying and I'm not saying I don't appreciate the education that is given to me, I'm very fortunate for that indeed. I think at this moment in time, I've come to the realisation that I'm growing up and will be getting a proper full-time job, moving out, starting a family and all that adult stuff. It's scary. I am looking forward to it, but right now, I'd rather spend my time with my friends (those who remain my true friends), travel the world, make some spontaneous purchases, find someone or multiple people to call my own and all that other stuff. It's wayyyy too early for me to settle down.

Other than uni, I guess it's just been work, hanging out, spending money here and there, work, and all of the above.