Not too long ago, me and Erin from Kitty Jade Blog started heading towards a collaboration. Now, this is long awaited. I feel like we’ve been sitting on this idea for years. Like ducks. Sitting ducks. Whatever.
Anyway, today’s focus is on animal testing. Me and Erin hope to open your eyes a little wider to the reality of what some of our most innocent creatures are subjected to in the name of science. Because if you put a fancy label on it, you can get away with murder.
Let’s head towards the love.
[note. My part is in pink, Erin’s is in yellow.]
I could think of a billion reasons why I’m against animal testing.
To really understand this issue, we need to go to the root of the problem.
That is the basis of all destruction.
The belief that others aren’t worthy of the same treatment, the same respect and care that we, as people, expect.
And that is why companies go ahead with their cruel experiments. Because to them, it is nothing.
Hitler. The concentration camps.
Yes, it’s happening again.
That’s what we are like, to them.
Or am I using too extreme an example?
Animals are like us. Exactly like us.
Let’s not be the people we’re afraid of.
I am a vegetarian.
For me, for the animals, for love.
When I found better sustenance, my eyes were truly opened to every aspect of this lifestyle.
I couldn’t be a willing participant in the pain of this world’s most innocent, so I simply stopped.
I threw away all my makeup, and vowed never to buy brands that supported animal testing again.
Vegetarianism is honestly so much more than cutting out meat.
It’s about going to bed with a clear conscience.
Knowing you are doing right.
All life clings to life.
There’s nothing but hate in animal testing.
Why is it that we all say that we are against it in this argument yet it isn’t enough to persuade the big brands?
I believe in equal rights; the same goes for animals.
We are animals, we live on earth, we have a purpose.
So do they.
Before humans, all that animals had to do was to reproduce and bring up their offspring.
Yet we have made one of the biggest impacts on the world and we aren’t here to just keep the race living.
We are here to leave a special footprint.
That’s not where we are going with animal testing. No way.
So consider your choices.
Go out there and make a good impact. Never go back to being inconsiderate.
Little things like putting sauce on chips can make a massive difference. If you didn’t add sauce, your parents might’ve brought up a different conversation. You could’ve not started to draw passionately, who knows? But it makes a difference.
While I’m not enclosing pictures, I invite you to take a look at the following link. I’ve no doubt it’ll spark thought in your mind, and even admiration!
Happy Wednesday, and Happy Valentine’s day!
I may be at school, but that doesn’t mean people aren’t declaring their love for each other.. during recess, there was a loud scream and about a million people all rushed to the canteen area. When I heard all the commotion, I ran over, and just in time! Nobody proposed, but somebody got a plant 😂 yes, a plant. It was so cute!
What are your plans for this special day? 🙂
For me, personally, this is also a day about celebrating all the relationships I have, even though they aren’t romantic. x
Anyway, onto the post!
I’ve been nominated to do the Versatile Blogger Award by a good friend, Molly.
I’d like to thank her for providing me with today’s post, and of course, for being so lovely! mwah xx
Rules: -Thank the person who gave you this award. -Include a link to their blog. -Select 15 blogs/bloggers that you've recently discovered or follow regularly. Nominate those 15 bloggers for the VBA. Finally, tell the person who nominated you seven things about yourself.
Seven Facts about me:
1. I’m 5’5. Sort of tall, sort of not. 😁
2. My favourite colours are Aqua, Rose gold, and Marigold.
3. I have a poetry notebook. Once I finish it, I’m going to turn it into a book.. my second book, how exciting!
[To all my readers: I wrote a book. And I’ll soon be writing a very exciting post on it.. wait for it!]
4. I really want to travel to Venice. My mum might be going this year with her dance school, and I must say, I’m get major FOMO just thinking about it!
5. I’m about to release a collab post on Friday with a mystery blogger.. on a very important topic that is quite close to my heart. 😉
6. My new favourite snack is avocado and fetta toast with olive oil. 😋
7. I love everything with pom poms and tassels!
Leaving this one open, lovelies!
If you’d like to participate, I’d be more than happy for you to. 🙂
The. title. sounds. really confronting.
and. a. bit. rude.
But hear me out!
I do not talk for no reason.
My words have meaning.
Okay, maybe not those words. 😂
I’ve been wanting to write this post for a couple of days, and now the time has finally come. It’s 7:47 pm and I’ve spent the day at home as I was feeling a little under the weather today. I had my school swimming carnival yesterday, and apparently it was something in the water.. that I didn’t swim in.
But what’s even more mysterious is why, despite factors like the time being creepily close to the witching hour, and sleep calling, and uh, just about everything, I choose to do things like clean my room. Thoroughly clean! Regularly.
I don’t mean, throw your crap under the bed clean. Because that isn’t clean. I mean throw your stuff away clean. Go about minimalising your room until 3 am. When you’ve just come back from Melbourne, ie: sat in a darn car for twelve hours.
[Don’t worry. I’m not doing any of this right now.. it’s just well, recent events.]
And I’ve been thinking about it, and even for a while, consider the possibility that I might have OCD. I don’t, fortunately. I watched a video on what it would be like, and while I don’t consider the source to be 100% reliable, watching it, was well, so frustrating. I wanted to scream and kick my head in because it felt like I was going to faint from how repetitive and exhausting it was. I can’t imagine experiencing the real thing, and I don’t want to. So, what do I call myself?
A neat freak.
Yes, I am your stereotypical ‘must be tidy, must be perfect’ human.
And it’s good sometimes. The less clutter I have around me, the better I feel. The happier my mind is. That doesn’t make it any less exhausting though, seriously. I often feel simultaneously horrified and amused by my apparent inability to laze around in mess and actually function. Sure, my neatness only extends to my room, and belongings, so it’s not like, full time freaky, but it’s there. My mum wishes it was a bit more far reaching though, so I’d obsessively feel like cleaning the whole house.
Be careful what you wish for, because I’m sure you’d take it back if it ever was to happen!
Haha, I just googled ‘neat freak problems #101’ in google images. I was hoping I’d get results like if I was to google ‘teenager problems’. Has anyone ever googled those? 😂😂
On a more serious note, I know where there compulsions come from.
I have a serious perfectionist streak.
For instance, I cried last year when I got 72% in my yearly science test. I had done well, but just missed the point of one page, and lost a few marks here and there. When I found out that most people had done a bit better, I freaked out and started sobbing. Everybody saw. My friends were sympathetic and lovely, and my then boyfriend raced out of his seat and practically turned into Mr Perfect. And then there were the other times, when I got really good, and sometimes, even perfect scores, or did well enough to satisfy myself. Like, today. I did some painting for my journal and loved how it ended up, but I spent a while yesterday mentally freaking out over how badly I’d done on the previous journal page.
Over the years, I’ve been through a lot of things that all came back to my one desire to have it all figured out. Depression, body image issues. Lots and lots of things. I’m a lot better now, and grateful that I have some clue as to what I need to do to stop feeling like this, but unfortunately, some of it is in my DNA.
And the rest, maybe that can be equated to triggers.
Not too long ago, I got some sort of minor dermatitis, and ever since then, I’ve started washing my hands more and generally being more cautious about what I touch and come into contact with. Consciously.
When we’re made aware of something that we don’t want, we’re more likely to try and do everything in our power to avoid it. Whether that’s spending time studying for a test or risking failure [What defines ‘failure’, anyway?] or staying out of the rain should we decide not to risk a cold. [You can’t stop me from going out in the rain, by the way, nan. Yes, I did that today. 😂]
Anyway. Are you a neat freak? Do you agree with what I’m saying here, or did I confuse the heck out of you? I sure hope not, because this is a messy enough topic without me being confusing. Nevermind. Just talk to me in the comments! Let me know I’m not alone! Hugs x
The fashion industry is one of the most taxing and destructive fields there ever has been.
Did you know that, second to oil pollution, it’s the highest source of environmental contamination?
The fashion industry is all about exploitation. There is not a single person who goes unscathed in the process of making and selling articles of clothing.
Let’s start with the farmers who produce the cotton.
In places like Bangladesh, (the key word here is ‘cheap’.) farmers are often working in already challenging environments. Unpredictable, dangerous weather subjects a person’s lifework to being destroyed by floods, or freak storms.
Oh, and there’s the genetically modified seed component too. Designed to resist pests that affect the growth and quality of cotton crops, they veer on the pricier side. Combine that with other related factors, and you’ve got a recipe for disaster. Crippling debt is one of the reasons many farmers take their own lives.
Suppose none of that happens, well, there’s still the pesticides that need to be sprayed on the crops. Dangerous chemicals that are known for causing a wide array of illness- mental, physical. This includes birth defects in unborn babies.
Sometimes the government decides to take away land too.
And then it comes time to talk about what these people actually get back for all the work they’re putting in:
You’ve got your fabric.
Who makes your clothes?
The poorest and most disadvantaged people.
The fashion industry is built on greed, too. It’s practically a principal.
Picture the richest people you can. Filthy rich. They don’t care about how they get their money. They just care about ending up wealthier at the end of the day, and having to spend the least amount possible on clothing production, which is often done in bulk.
So, they go to the most disadvantaged parts of the world to make the clothes they sell, because they know they’ll pay the least. Not all countries have minimum wages, and not all have workers rights. Some places are so dirt poor that they’ll take on any business offered, even though they know it’s not worth it. They just can’t afford not to.
Workers are treated horribly, and spent many hours each day in unsafe working conditions. Some garment factories even built illegal extra floors on top of buildings that are unable to support the extra weight. Take the Rana Plaza tragedy as an example. The day of the collapse, workers reported cracks in the building, but were forced to stay and work. I’m not sure what kept them there, but I’ve no doubt they were probably threatened with losing their jobs. That same day, over a 1000 people ended up dead.
This is proof of what a ruthless, cruel industry fashion is.
There is no choice whatsoever.
Even the people who seem to have power in these situations, like the managers of the building, most likely were as hopeless as the workers.
The average wage of a Bangladeshi garment factory worker is around 21 cents per hour. Compare that to a job at McDonalds, where a teenage employee earns a little over 10$ an hour. Times that by four and you’ve got the average amount that a worker earns in a month.
Not good enough.
And then we come to the fashion industry, who have their own little tricks.
Clothes so cheap that we can throw them away without thinking twice.
This allows new clothes to constantly grace stores, turning people in mindless consumers that turns to materialism for that happy boost.
But what a lie that is.
Have things ever made you happy?
Or at least, it doesn’t last. You’ve got to love it for a bit, and then it turns into just another belonging. So you buy more.
Cheap clothing is another thing we seem to love, but that’s a trap in itself. In purchasing such items, slave labour is supported and we don’t end up owning anything that lasts or has true value to us.
So you buy more.
Now, onto my next point:
The models in this industry.
Or the clothes hangers. You choose.
Did you read the last statistic amongst the photos above?
These people are also getting hurt.
Society is a bit of a tricky bastard. Everything that it criticises it also idolises.
The mental and physical health of models is so overlooked. And here’s where greed factors in again. The people at the top don’t care about the cost. Even if that cost is human.
Are you suprised at how un-glamorous the fashion industry really is? Because I know I am.
I’m not sure about you, but this is something I will not support. We need change, and lots of it. I’m calling on the people with status, the people who can initiate big change, but also people like you and me. People who care enough to stand up and speak like their very own life was dependant on it.
I refuse to wear the blood, sweat and tears of another person.
Today’s post will be fairly short as I just started school for the year, and am still trying to get into the swing of things without adding long, complicated, blog posts that take me five years to plan into the equation. 😂
The other day:
Today I went to Ikea to get some plants and bedroom furnishings. Mum suggested we go into the entrance, instead of the exit, even though the plants I needed were all the way over the other side. I’m not sure why, but it was odd. The place was utterly captivating, as usual- hands down, one of my favourite stores.. it’s such fun!- but It felt so tiny, whereas a mere two months ago, it seemed like the twisting pathways would never end.
Problem: You get bigger.. and everything else feels smaller.
And that’s pretty scary.
Also the other day. All 53 days of the holidays that are just gone, actually:
“I swear to all things good and holy, time is speeding up. Yes, I know I’m getting older, but seriously, a freaking stopwatch wouldn’t hurt! I just want to pause time for a bit, pleeease?”
I mean, it feels like I’ve just walked out the school gate, and now I’m back in it. Even two months of school doesn’t pass this fast, and let’s be honest, school goes just like that! I remember being in Year Seven. I remember being freaked out and needing help with my locker. I remember thinking that I’ll never get used to it, but one day I stopped wanting to go back to primary, and that was that!
And this isn’t just a whinge about getting old. This is a whinge because everything seems out of whack, and honestly, if this is what growing up is like, don’t sign me up. Not that I ever actually wanted to be older, though. In fact, each year, I feel like the age I’m turning is so old and I’ll never get used to it, but then it just becomes normal.
Problem: Becoming accustomed to your life slipping away in a small grain of sand between your fingers like manner.
In conclusion, growing up is a trap. Donut go there. I repeat, donut.. 😂😁
I’d like to start off by saying a few words about Australia day.
What do you think of when you hear those two words?
Celebration, parties (that’s what my neighbours think of, at least!), good food, even better company..
The list goes on.
And here’s the thing.
When we celebrate this holiday, we’re commemorating Australia’s colonisation. The day we claimed this country for ourselves.. when it was already taken.
I may not be of an indigenous background, and heck, maybe I don’t even understand what I’m saying.. but what I do know is that we can do better than this.
Let’s change the date. If we want to be rightfully able to call it Australia day, it needs to be fully inclusive.
We’re all Australians.
Every. single. one. of. us.
You might remember that I asked who’d be interested in being pen pals on here a while back. Well, I’ve got a few now, and one of them happens to be my good friend Molly! Seriously, she’s pretty good. I wish I knew her in real life!
Anyway- she’s given me a list of questions to answer as well as the suggestion to make a post out of it and I think it’s a great idea!
Let’s get into it, shall we?
1. What is your ancestry/where are your family from?
A1. Cool question! I’m maltese / pakistani / australian. My mum’s side is Maltese and my dad’s is Pakistani. And we live here in Australia, so a bit of that too. 🙂
2. Do you prefer summer or winter?
A2. Easy one- summer. But I like it when it’s not too hot, or else I boil. 😪 Then again, whenever it’s winter I’m practically crying for summer, so I can’t complain!
3. Was infinitelyadaydreamer your first blog?
A3. Yes, infinitelyadaydreamer is my first and only blog, which I made four years ago. It had undergone a lot of changes in content and one in name too, so it’s a bit of a different blog, I guess!
4. What is your favourite thing to blog about?
A4. I really enjoy making creative content, so photography / poetry / journalling are probably my top three. In no particular order! Sorry, I couldn’t choose just one! 😂
5. If you had to be one age for the rest of your life, what age would you choose?
A5. That’s a really hard one.. I don’t want to be too old, but I want to have some life experience. Maybe around 20? haha x
6. If you had to change your name, what would you change it to?
A6. Aria! Definitely Aria. I’ve been obsessed with the name ever since I started to watch Pretty Little Liars- my mum loves it too. 😁
7. How many penpals do you have?
A7. Just two! You, Molly, and another girl. 😊
8. Do you have any pets?
A8. I used to have two budgies, but they both died. My first was a boy, and his name was Peeko. I got him for my seventh birthday, and I was always scared I’d lose him. I didn’t, but my cousin almost did. He let him out and left him to fly away for no good reason. Oh, and he was like, 24? yep. I’m still a bit angry about that incident, even though it’s old news and I got my budgie back. He died about a year and a half ago, and the other bird who we got to keep him company (we named her flora) also died. I also had fish, but a lot started dying/ jumping out of the tank, and we ended up with very few left. It was a very big responsibility because you have to make sure that the water is properly suited to keep the fish alive.
9. What siblings do you have?
A9. I’ve got one brother, Haider, who’s seven and a half.
10. What’s your journalling style?
A10. At the moment I’m doing decorative journalling with life updates occasionally.
11. Fave books any recommendations?
A11. Ooh, yay! a book question. I’d recommend Rupi Kaur’s books, to start with, but I know you’ve got both of them 😂 Ultimatum by K.M Walton and All the bright places by Jennifer Niven are very good. 😊