La vie est belle!

I think today was possibly one of the best days of my life? Just possibly...

For starters, I want to say a huge THANK YOU to all of you who read my last post and took action against live exports to Indonesia by sending in letters or signing petitions because...

It worked!!!

I just found out that the Australian Federal Government has announced they will be banning live exports to Indonesia completely for a period of at least six months. Although the Government has stated the period will only last for this  six month time frame, a complete end to the live export industry to Indonesia is in high demand and there is a likelihood of its termination occurring within the next three years!

How awe-inspiring is that?! It just goes to show that a little determination goes a long way...and that the bad guys never win of course... :)

So on top of finding that out, I was hit with some more good news in French class this morning.

The moment I have been waiting for...the information I have so lusted after since the beginning of first term when I handed in my application with an excited"bonne chance", has arrived. Madame C. has the list of accepted French Tour students!

I felt like I had deux mille papillons fluttering around in my stomach as she read down the list but alas it was revealed....


I HAVE OFFICIALLY BEEN ACCEPTED!


ME = ACCEPTED!




AS IN, I AM GOING.....TO FRANCE!!!!!!?????


I will be travelling to Paris and then Saint Quentin in the North of France in April next year where  I will remain for three delightful weeks! Myself and the rest of the fortunate students attending will be travelling with our neighbouring boys' school where we will live with host families, eat croissants, marvel at the Eiffel Tower and lust after beautiful French boys! ;)

I think an Ohhhhhh laaaa laaaaaa is in order??!

Oh and of course (most importantly) I will be improving my French skills and immersing myself in the fascinating French culture!

Hmmm yes...

So, did i mention there will be French boys?

They speak French.

wkeqkjsa dhjkf jkdfghdsgfhsalhf dsfghsdfgajlf shgf hsafgdsljas dfhg sa

Sorry, I may have just drooled on my keyboard...


You see, here in this obscure little place i reside, in a small part of Australia, it seems that the boys I associate with lack certain graces that one looks for in a man. I know it's the twenty first century but surely all signs of chivalry can not be dead?

Because, from what I have encountered here so far, it appears that chivalry has been brutally assassinated...butchered to death with a blunt weapon...massacred and annihilated...fed to a cage of hungry lions and then...well, you get the idea...

It doesn't help that I have extremely high expectations, I know.

Or that I have always wanted to be a Princess...shhhhh!


I do have a solution to this problem though. A lovely, two-worded solution that, if you are a teenage girl from anywhere (that has not been living under a rock) I'm quite sure you have heard and dreamt of.




 Chuck.Bass.



I mean, if Blair Waldorf can get her prince, then why can't I? Huh?!

Screw Prince Charming, I want Chuck Bass!

I'm warning you now, I'm exceedingly stubborn... ;)


Put quite bluntly...

"Destiny is for losers.
  It's just a stupid excuse
  to wait for things
  to happen instead of making them happen."

                                                             -Blair Waldorf.

Until next time...

Katelynn xx

An eye-opening morning...

This morning on the way to school, mum had the car radio playing softly and I tuned it out of my thoughts as I watched the rain falling down softly across the window pane. I was so comfortable, so untroubled by anything greater than the trivial little issues I faced at school. My school that is so comfortable and so sheltered from this 'big, bad world' that so many people tell me exists. They tell me it exists so I believe them. But do I really know? I'm 15. I've had 'challenges' so far...but I've also had support. Lots of it. I have strength in the form of several important women in my life- all of whom I am able to use as a guiding light to teach me the difference between what is right and what is wrong...

So that is why, when I turned up the volume of the radio this morning, I was absolutely appalled at what I was hearing and found myself transfixed in shock- horror with the story of one of the most sadistic and barbaric reports I had ever heard!

Far worse than anything I had heard of in my life. This was sick. 

It was about a video that had been released, revealing the cruelty towards Australian cattle in Indonesian abattoirs. The RSPCA had spent hours reviewing footage from slaughterhouses and found that every slaughter facility filmed by Animals Australia had breached the International Animal Welfare standards. They discovered that on average, animals had their throats cut ten times before they died. RSPCA chief scientist Bidda Jones said, "Some of them had up to 33 cuts"

I don't know about you, but in my eyes, anyone that is capable of committing that level of cruelty is both diabolical and mentally insane. One thing is for sure, no one was there to teach them  the difference between right and wrong when they were a kid...

The good news is that there is something that can be done to put a stop to this...

There are now websites supporting the cause of saving these animals subjected to such barbarism such as RSPCA ( go to http://www.banliveexports.com/ ) where you can sign a petition and send a letter to Julia Gillard to put a stop to the live export of Australian cattle to places where they will be abused.

I emplore you all to act now and give a voice to those who have none, being the decent, compassionate human beings I know you are capable of being.  It is our duty as humans with power to protect the vulnerable.


Put simply in the words of a very wise man...


"The way to get started is to quit talking and begin doing"
  ~ Walt Disney (1901-66)

 

Approximately 1183 days to go...



Until next time...


Katelynn xx