What a bitch..I mean, dog!

NOTE: This post contains vulgarities, sexual contents.

Bitch, a term for the female of a canine species in general, is frequently used as a term for a malicious, spiteful, domineering, intrusive, or unpleasant person, especially a woman. This second meaning has been in use since around 1400.

The term “bitch” comes from the 1150 word bicche, which was developed from the Old English word bicce. It also may have been derived from the Old Icelandic work bikkja for “female dog.”

-Wikipedia-

And that made me wonder. Why do people call female dogs, bitch? Or more so, why do we call unpleasant people, especially women, bitch?
I’ve always thought that it’s because female dogs mate with any and every dog they see, when they are in heat (as told by the “adults”, when I was younger)…and I believed them~!

Today, I’m here to refute that. Whatever the belief is. Whatever the belief has been.
Today, I have 4 dogs. 2 males, 2 females.
For the past 2 weeks, Bailey (the bitch) has been in heat. Still is, I reckon. But far from the belief that bitches go looking after dogs for sex, Bailey hasn’t been looking for any. She just sat there quietly, doing her own things, minding her own business.

But hell~! All of a sudden, the 2 males turned into some sex maniac~! They have gone berserk~! Totally! Trying to hump the mother at every chance they’ve got. YES. MOTHER! *doubt they know it tho*
Worse, I don’t think they have learnt the “right” way to do it. They were just humping. Humping from the front, from the back, at the sides. (=.=)”
(Oh..I changed my mind. It’s not only them, but ALL THE DOGS around the housing area!)

It was sooooo embarrassing..soo soooo embarrassing. For they were even trying to get hold of Bailey while dad was walking them. *Imagine the look of all the neighbours whom were also walking their dogs..and worse, imagine how embarrassed dad was..* (o.O)
It’s freaking rape~! Bailey was trying to get away, and the 2 of them were fighting each other to get her. The winner then held her down, and f**k her. Worse, we have been getting a lot of “visitor” dogs, all trying to get a piece of her. *faints*
They are so into her that they are eyeing her the whole time, barking, howling (or whatever that is) when they can’t get hold of her.
(=.=)”
Sigh…

It got sooo bad that the males are now tied up. Separately. To prevent them from fighting with each other, as well as to give Bailey a lil more breathing space.
And we make sure Bailey stays at the porch, not the garage, as the other dogs somehow managed to find their way into the garage. Bailey is now always staying at the corner, to be away from them.
The 2 boys are being tied up. And Lucky is now the big sister, going anywhere and everywhere she wants freely. It was a rather funny sight.

Anyway, my point is, Bailey is indeed a female dog, but she really is no bitch (Unpleasant, bad).
The problem lies with the males~! Not the female~!
*Wonders why the females get blamed over something they have no control in*
Oh well, I guess after all, life’s a bitch. That’s why.

Sex education, anyone? Life demonstration~! *vomits blood, runs amok, takes a knife and stabs all the noisy dogs, for waking me up from my sleep*

It’s not what it is..

..It’s what you want it to be that matters.
That was the thing that came to my mind when I was told to change my approach.
It was a reasonableness test. After spending days looking into it, dealing with different people, frustrated and tired of the unreasonableness of it, we changed the approach. Despite that approach was taken and worked for the past few years. Because it should not be unreasonable.
Because strictly speaking, it’s not a test. It’s a working where we just need to make it reasonable..
Because ultimately, what matters is that it is reasonable. No matter what.

But that got me thinking. In a wider aspect. And a post by my sister just sorta put the pieces together. And so, this post, a response to hers.

More often than not, we tend to value life as what we have, what we own. Often, we let our circumstances dictate our lives. We define the quality of our lives with what we have..compared to what others have. Often, we see others to be better off than us. They seem to have everything, and we wonder, why can’t we have the same.
Often, we blame it on the unfairness of it all. Often.

Life isn’t fair.
People die walking in the street, simply because some robbers decided to not only rob them off their belongings, but also their lives.
People die paying toll on toll booths, simply because some lorries/buses decided to ram into them.
People die in bush fires, simply because they were unlucky to be where they were.

Life isn’t fair.
Because humans are humans. We are shallow. We stereotype others from first impression, from their looks, from the colour of their skin. Some people never have any opportunity come their way just because of their below average looks, or their timid personality, while others get ahead simply because of their apple polishing skills.
Some need to work twice as hard to get half the acknowledgment, while others get twice the credit, with half the effort.

Life isn’t fair.
Because while I worry about how to get my reasonableness test to be reasonable, people out there are worrying about how to put food on the table for the family.
While I’m complaining about how hot the weather have been these days despite me being in the air conditioned room most of the time, there are people out there dying from hunger.
While I’m grumbling about how much work there is to be completed with me getting paid peanuts, people out there are dying due to poverty.
While I’m complaining about the unfairness of it all, people out there are dying due to war, due to illnesses.

Life isn’t fair. It has never been. But who ever said that life is fair? While we always see what’s against us, how many of us saw what we have? People only learn how to appreciate things and people once they are gone. We take things for granted. It’s obvious, yet how many truly realises it?

Life isn’t fair. It’s ironic. It’s comparative. For while we envy others for having so much, they may just be looking at us, thinking we have everything too.
We look upon others, and we wonder, how come he/she has a career, good looks, supportive family, and a wonderful partner?
Yet, at the same time, I believe there are people looking at me, thinking I have much.
How many really knows what’s going on beneath the surface? After all, the grass is always greener on the other side, or so we thought.
I have jolly friends. One of them was especially so. She’s such a happy soul, that she literally spreads happiness to people around her. Things never seem to bother her. She doesn’t worry about her work, her pay, her bonus, nothing. Seems like she’s reached nirvana. Yet, she’s one that has been through much. Broken family. Father passed away when she was just 20. No one would’ve guessed. No one could have.

Life isn’t fair. Because I do not think it’s meant to be.
But when I look at this friend of mine, it really isn’t about how fair life is. It’s not about what it is, it is about what we want it to be, how we perceive it to be. And that, is life.

Forgetful bliss?

Memories. When we think about the word, we often associate it with the ability to remember. But people forget. Because our minds were never meant to store in everything. Because although it is important that we remember, it is equally important that we forget.

We forget, due to the passage of time, absent mindedness, or old age. Like the saying goes: Time heal all wounds. Yet, we wonder, does it really?
It’s not very likely that we will still remember what we ate for lunch 5 days ago, yet how many of us forgot events that were particularly heart wrenching? Sometimes, the more we try to forget, the more we remember.
In these times, I guess it’s important that we do not try too hard. It backfires. And hence, sometimes, I let these memories flow back,and slowly put them into perspective. 6 years down the road, I’m slowly forgetting the details of the robbery, nightmares lessen. They no longer haunt me like before.

But while some people struggles to forget, others struggle to remember. As I was having a conversation with a friend a few days back, I realised that I’ve forgotten much details of my previous relationship, both the pleasant, and the not-so-pleasant.
I guess time and distance often soften the intensity of pain from our not-so-pleasant memories.
We forget so that we will be able to find the heart in us to forgive, to let things go, to love again, to experience again, to live again.

This blog started due to peer pressure, as well as a way to keep others informed of my whereabouts since I started work. As time passed, this became a place where I learn to articulate my thoughts, to put them into perspective. Now, I write so that I will not forget. So that one day later in my life, I can look back, and remember.

The stupid neither forgive nor forget; the naive forgive and forget; the wise forgive but do not forget. – Thomas Szasz