Because I Love Animals.

(Story and Image) via PetsDelight.us

As a veterinarian, I had been called to examine a ten-year-old Shiba Inu named Sadako. The dog’s owners were all very attached to Sadako and they were hoping for a miracle.

I examined Sadako and found she was dying of cancer. I told the family there were no miracles left for her, and offered to perform the euthanasia procedure for Sadako in their home. As we made arrangements, it was suggested that it would be good for the families four-year-old to observe the procedure. They felt he could learn something from the experience.

The next day, I felt the familiar catch in my throat as Sadako’s family surrounded her. The four-year-old seemed so calm, petting his friend for the last time, that I wondered if he understood what was going on.

Within a few minutes, Sadako slipped peacefully away. The little boy seemed to accept Sadako’s transition without any difficulty or confusion.

We sat together for a while after Sadako’s passing, wondering aloud about the sad fact that animal lives are shorter than human lives.

The little boy, who had been listening quietly, piped up, “I know why.”

Startled, we all turned to him. What came out of his mouth next stunned me - I’d never heard a more comforting explanation.

He said, “Everybody is born so that they can learn how to live a good life - like loving everybody and being nice.” The four-year-old continued, “Animals already know how to do that, so they don’t have to stay as long.”

Post-Christmas

Well, Happy post-Christmas day! Call me a cynic, but I don't find any joy or warm feelings for Christmas. Maybe because my family's Asian and we don't celebrate anything that revolves around religion. My mother thinks Thanksgiving is more important because it involves a lot of food. Go figure.

So I was watching lots of sappy movies all day, because that's all that was on, and I had nothing to do. Do you know what people do when there's nothing to do? Think. So I thought about Christmas and the meaning of family and sharing the holidays with loved ones. Okay. If Christmas was all about love and whatnot, what's with all the decorations? Christmas spirit? Okay. But presents and buying things you think people want. Halt. If you think about it, half the time, you get presents that you really wish you didn't get, like the shower gel with a bar of soap that gets to join the cabinet full of toiletries from last year? How about the sweaters your mother gets you that you might wear, just once? Oh right. I forgot. The DAY AFTER CHRISTMAS! The day after Christmas seems even more important than the day of. People rush to the malls ALL on the 26th to exchange and return presents. Now, come on people. Whoever got you the gift put a lot of time and thought into buying that present for you now, didn't they? Guess not, if you have to run and return it less than 24 hours after receiving it.

The meaning of Christmas should just be a more extravagant Thanksgiving. I think it's even more of a time to give thanks to your loved ones and being around your family and friends. So, what's with all this unnecessary spending? Oh wait. Christmas is a commercialized holiday now. Christmas means lots of presents and sales and getting things that you WANT! Being a media communications major, all we study is the theoretical aspect of all forms of media and how toxic it is on society. So sorry people, when you think you need something, it's someone taking over some part of your brain to throw money at them.

Maybe it's because I don't get the meaning of Christmas, or the fact that I think that when people want stupid material things and constantly emphasize that they NEED it, I think they're completely brainwashed idiots who can't tell the difference between needing something and wanting something. Or maybe it's because I've never really had a Christmas and will understand the day I 'experience' this 'magical feeling'. Who knows. Maybe it's better to be on the outside.

Either way, your Christmas spirits can't be ruined. It's the day after Christmas now. Look out for the next holiday! Boozing New Years Eve. Yes, it should be called that.

Finished for the semester.

It's been a difficult and seemingly long semester, longer than the previous ones. I don't know, maybe it was because summer classes are in fact, short, and France was just a dream. This semester wreaked the most havoc on my mind and body, and I hope there's something rewarding that comes along. (In the near future).

I finished my last final (Genetics) and handed in my last paper (Film) yesterday. Weird combination right? Blame the MAP (Morse Academic Plan). It's the worse plan for students. Ever. To celebrate Mitchell and I went to MUD in the absence of my lovely friend, Kat who is all the way on the other side of the world, in Shanghai, hopefully having the time of her life. Whew, long sentence. I enjoyed my regular mug of mocha and French Toast. Unfortunately Mitchell was too hungover to enjoy the amazingness that is French Toast. Julia (Hoolie) came to join us for a bit before heading off to her luncheon with her father. Twas a great celebration.

However, later that day, I went to the financial aid office to, um, put it simply, beg for more money. All I got was, go online and appeal. You might get more. NEXT! I went to talk to some people afterward and this one girl says, "my father got laid off, they wouldn't even take the letter that says so and give me more money. They say I'm overrewarded." Me being the dumb person I am ask what is this 'overrewarding.' She says she gets too much scholarship/money from NYU. I ask her how much she pays a year she say's, $3000. THREE THOUSAND?! AND SHE'S COMPLAINING? Sorry, that just made me so upset. $3000 she can personally take out on loans and pay back within 1 or 2 years of graduation. $12000 total. Before her father got laid off, she still lived amongst the upper middle class. I don't understand how NYU chooses to give people money based on need. Who needs? I NEED. I have three siblings and one unemployed mother. I think we need more than that girl needs. If they're going to give her $3000, might as well give it to me.

Which brings me to the point, I am more than ecstatic to graduate this coming Spring. I haven't received my grades yet for this semester, and I'm always worried about something, but if all goes well, I will be graduating in May. I told myself I could graduate 1 year earlier. I DID. But, now I have to go job hunting and find a way to not live at home after graduation... That takes some time.

I'm off to do some applications. Til' next time.

For the Season.

To offset my little rampage on women, here's something to smile about. Plus, it's almost Christmas.

via fuckyeahhappy.tmblr.com

Girls Suck.

Given, I myself am a girl, yes. But, after experiencing the 'unsaid' and the things that are 'said,' I've come to a conclusion that girls have a mental and emotional problem. Me included.

I mean, really. If you think about it, it's come to a point where when girls say "I'm fine" absolutely everyone knows there's a problem. Girls want you to inquire, so they feel like you care. Other side, girls want you to ask to prove that you do care. From personal experience, not the road you want to take. Why not be an adult and actually say the problem? I've gotten to the point where beating around the bush takes just too long, that's why people think I'm a cynical mean bitch. Well, I'm not going to apologize for it, it's just faster. When these things happen, if you don't ask a girl what's wrong, then all the problems start. "Why didn't he/she ask?" to "NO ONE LOVES ME," to "I HATE YOU FOREVER."As a high school-er, drama is most definitely intended and most likely to happen. You're around the same people every day and when there's a situation, it spreads like wildfire. Then interpretations happen and voila, everyone knows a different story and everyone's mad. I've gotten to that point before. But now, for me, it's just "I'm fine. Don't ask. Let me deal with my problems." Only people I want advice from, are the ones I tell/ask for help. Usually problems are all in the head. As a girl, I accept this, but don't spread it around. So that's kind of hypocritical. When I'm pissed, I'm pissed. It happens to be that I take my rage out on everyone, but then again, that's how I deal with rage and rage alone. Too bad for the people that are in my way or get involved, but after, I'm better.

It's releasing the problem that helps. If you keep it to yourself, then what happens? Your psychological self concocts some stupid reasoning for what happened. Why not confront the problem? I've learned that being passive aggressive, as my family usually handles things, isn't the best road. I had to learn the hard way, but you learn eventually. Stop being so sensitive. Yeah, it's normal to feel emotions but don't take something so out of control.

My male friends tells me some girls are 'fragile' and you have to 'handle' them a certain way. Oh my lord. Fragile? Girls need to know that inside, you want to be more powerful than anyone else out there, people love (yes love) power. It's just something that's innate. If you act fragile, to get to this power, people only see that you're fragile and nothing else. Women fought for equal rights and now, if you just witness what's going on today, yes women have a place in the workforce, we make money, we can vote, but no one treats women differently. Know why? Cause we still act like we're the same dumb bitches that tend to the house. You want power, get it. Stop being so fragile, and have guys have to 'treat you like a princess' for you to feel loved and wanted. If you have a family, friends, a pet even, you are loved, don't take to other people who barely know you, or you've dated for a year to make you believe that you're worth something.

If all goes wrong, we whine and cry and talk in baby voices. What does that do? Does that make you feel more womanly? Does your "man" like that? People like you for who you are, not what they make you to be. Since when do you have to prove to someone you're more feminine and socially accepted to feel happy in your life? Happiness is key. Even though I rage a lot and people cry a lot, I know that it's just that moment. My life isn't over even when I say it is then. Tomorrow's another day. Happiness comes back. If you wallow in your sadness or rage forever how does that help you? Everyone is luckier than they think they are, they just fail to recognize it. Girls wallow. Girls hold grudges. Girls depend on other people to compliment and reassure them that they are what they think they are. Be independent. Stop fishing for compliments and finding people to make you feel better about yourself. If you are who you are, people will either accept or deny you. That's it. Black and white.

Girls, women, female human beings. Let me preach to you a little more. If you stop worrying about what everyone thinks and take your issues and solve them in appropriate time, you will live a happy life. Appreciate what you have and disband yourself from people and things that make you think otherwise. It just leads to unnecessary stupid thoughts and creations of invalid arguments. Get a hold of yourself. Live to be you. Live for you. Happiness is key.