Crazy journal appraisal
Bromocriptaine, octreotide, L-deprenyl? I think I'm going nuts writing my journal appraisal. What is driving me crazy is the lack of information i can find in books and online journals to put into my essay... I must have chosen the wrong topic to write about- acromegaly in cats. sigh. How was I supposed to know that treatment for cats is a relatively untouched research field? I've been spending the whole afternoon writing the essay and fearing that I would lose my momentum once I stop for a break. But eventually my usually short attention span got the better of me... and I crave to do anything, anything but THIS! Yet I tell myself i have to get it done by the end of today, so that I can start studying for immunology tomorrow...
gee... writing this online blog thing is difficult.. I cannot figure out if i'm writing it for myself, or for anybody else to read. End result is a mix of both objectives== wierd style of writing.
My thighs are aching from horseriding this morning. Frankly, I was wondering how far I'm going to take the lessons to. Apparently I can start the intermediate group lessons with Samantha is 2 weeks' time. But that thought itself is way too scary... firstly, I don't feel that neither nor the horse can be trusted to be left alone with one another.. hmmm... and I'm still suffering from bouts of height phobia when looking down from the horse :P But it is getting better.. I have to admit, and that is probably what is driving me back every week for continuation of lessons. And, just standing near the horses make me feel happier ( I was so grumpy in the morning towards Samantha...was feeling quite bad about it)... but I get the feeling that they don't like me very much. Then again, who am I to guess if they like me or not? In the first place, do they even think like human beings? Or am I merely guilty of anthropomorphism here?
I used to think how great it would be to be a horse if I were not human... but now I take my words back. It would be wonderful to be a wild horse running free (but also running the risk of being hunted down), however most of the horses these days in captivity are just so... sad. The amount of gear placed on their bodies, in their mouth, strapping their heads, having to bear the weight of some stupid human on their backs and subjected to inappropriate tugging of the reins but inexperienced riders... I feel quite sorry for them really. Of course, there would probably be people out there who will tell me that it's the horses' fortune to be cared for in a safe environment. Or, that they probably don't even know the difference having being brought up domestically anyway. I guess I choose to believe otherwise... that since their genes have been passed down from their wild ancestors from long long time ago, naturally they will have similar instincts of wanting to be free, and of being in a social group, so unlike what we do to them these days... separating them in stables, and making them do ridiculous things like racing for the sole enjoyment of human beings...
anyway.. I have yet to practise what i preach, else I will be condemning the practice of horseriding this very instant.. since that itself isn't very natural...
gee... writing this online blog thing is difficult.. I cannot figure out if i'm writing it for myself, or for anybody else to read. End result is a mix of both objectives== wierd style of writing.
My thighs are aching from horseriding this morning. Frankly, I was wondering how far I'm going to take the lessons to. Apparently I can start the intermediate group lessons with Samantha is 2 weeks' time. But that thought itself is way too scary... firstly, I don't feel that neither nor the horse can be trusted to be left alone with one another.. hmmm... and I'm still suffering from bouts of height phobia when looking down from the horse :P But it is getting better.. I have to admit, and that is probably what is driving me back every week for continuation of lessons. And, just standing near the horses make me feel happier ( I was so grumpy in the morning towards Samantha...was feeling quite bad about it)... but I get the feeling that they don't like me very much. Then again, who am I to guess if they like me or not? In the first place, do they even think like human beings? Or am I merely guilty of anthropomorphism here?
I used to think how great it would be to be a horse if I were not human... but now I take my words back. It would be wonderful to be a wild horse running free (but also running the risk of being hunted down), however most of the horses these days in captivity are just so... sad. The amount of gear placed on their bodies, in their mouth, strapping their heads, having to bear the weight of some stupid human on their backs and subjected to inappropriate tugging of the reins but inexperienced riders... I feel quite sorry for them really. Of course, there would probably be people out there who will tell me that it's the horses' fortune to be cared for in a safe environment. Or, that they probably don't even know the difference having being brought up domestically anyway. I guess I choose to believe otherwise... that since their genes have been passed down from their wild ancestors from long long time ago, naturally they will have similar instincts of wanting to be free, and of being in a social group, so unlike what we do to them these days... separating them in stables, and making them do ridiculous things like racing for the sole enjoyment of human beings...
anyway.. I have yet to practise what i preach, else I will be condemning the practice of horseriding this very instant.. since that itself isn't very natural...
posted by Min @ 8:58 PM
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