Sunday, December 22, 2013

When Children Smile

Sometimes the world is bright and gay
And all’s well with each passing day
Under blue skies, green fields rest
Song bursts from birds with feathered breasts

But sometimes it all turns to grey
And raindrops fall where sunbeams played
Nature cowers, and thunders roars
But in these times, just stop and pause

Remember...

If things have been grey a while

Rainbows come when children smile

This is a poem I wrote for the 'Rainbows' writing prompt on my online writing community. I took a creative approach, rather than writing about a literal rainbow, I wrote about the little rainbows I see at work everyday: the smiles of the children.

10wk old baby being held by her daddy.

Note: This is not one of the children I work with, but the baby of my Literature teacher in 2010. I don't think she'd mind me using her photo to compliment my poem :) If you see this, Ms. Appleby, I hope you and your little family are doing well.

~ Jewels

Saturday, December 7, 2013

In Loving Memory of Margaret Elizabeth Gibson Smith


I scattered flowers on the shore
And spoke a softly whispered prayer
That you’ll be here forevermore
I scattered flowers on the shore
But should you knock on heaven’s door
I will not hold you here, I swear
I scattered flowers on the shore
And spoke a softly whispered prayer

For Grandma: 6 December 1930 - 6 December 2013

NB: The photo is New Year's Dawn by Marc Dailo. I wrote the poem.

Thursday, December 5, 2013

The Truth About Jaws (or In Defence of Sharks)

Last month, there were 2 fatal shark attacks in Australia; 1 in Western Australia, and 1 in New South Wales. As usual, the media hype surrounding the attacks has been sensational, and reignited calls for shark culls, and other acts of brutality against sharks.

Shark attacks are a rare event in Australia, and worldwide, at that. In fact, statistically, you’re more likely to be killed by a pig than a shark, but do you think twice before visiting a farm? If we bring it closer to home, on average, 121 people drown at Australian beaches every year, while, in the same time period, there is only 1 fatal shark attack. 2 attacks in one month is rare, and, in this case, the attacks were unrelated, with the Western Australian shark being a great white, and the one in New South Wales a tiger shark.

Great White Shark

But, why are shark attacks so named? Because, many of us would answer, the shark ‘attacks’ the person in question. Do they? ‘Attack’ is defined by the dictionary as ‘to set upon in a forceful, violent, hostile, or aggressive way.’ I would argue that a shark does none of these things, that they are not forceful, violent, hostile or aggressive, but rather, in many cases, are simply curious. Unlike us, sharks have no hands, with which to explore curious objects in their domain, so they must use their mouths which, unfortunately for the person or animal involved, are full of razor sharp teeth. In the majority of cases where a shark bites a human, they release the person when they discover that they are not a seal, or other prey. In the 220 years that shark attacks have been being recorded in Australia, there have been only 42 cases where a body was never found, and presumed eaten.

After a fatal shark encounter, a common public response is to call for the shark in question to be killed. Considering sharks are able to swim hundreds in kilometers a day, this is an unreasonable demand. In the wake of the latest two fatal encounters, however, there has been increasing demand for a shark cull to be carried out by the department of fisheries. Colin Barnett, Premier of Western Australia (where the first victim was killed), is among those in support of a cull. He justifies his position by saying that “the public is demanding that sharks, where they stay in popular swimming or surfing areas, should be destroyed.” While Mr. Barnett may be expressing the views of a largely uninformed public, he also states that this is his personal view - “I’m in that camp.” - at the end of the article.

Tiger Shark

The interesting thing about the calls for a cull, is that those demanding the department of fishers take this brutal step, are not likely to be found in the water in the first place. People who regularly use the ocean for recreation, such as swimmers, surfers, and kayakers, often profess a great love and respect for the sea, and all its creatures, including sharks. In fact, many surfers who survive an encounter with a shark say that they want to “get back on the board”. But, if I may return to Mr. Barnett’s comment for a moment, in particular, the part where he talks about sharks “staying” in “popular swimming [and] surfing areas”. It may come as a surprise to Mr. Barnett and his like, but sharks evolved to live in the ocean, and have more right to be there than any of us do. They live, eat, sleep, breed and die in the ocean, and are not able to come on land and survive there. Humans, like many land going mammals, have the ability to swim, however we are not amphibious, and have not evolved to live for long periods of time in the water. In short, Mr. Barnett is suggesting that sharks be killed simply because they happen to be swimming in their ocean when we want to use it.

Any large animal, on the land or in the sea, can pose a risk to humans. An adult, male Red Kangaroo, which can grow up to two meters in height, has sharp claws that can leave deep wounds, and packs a kick that can break a person’s ribs and/or fatally injure them. However, most of us do not think of Red Kangaroos as dangerous, rather, we respect them, and keep our distance if we encounter one in the wild. Sharks, on the other hand, and immediately lumped into the ‘dangerous’ category, and I’m not saying that this is wrong. Sharks are dangerous, and encounters between sharks and humans often involve serious injury, however, sharks, like the majestic Red Kangaroo, deserve our respect. In a climate like Australia, where summer temperatures can climb to more that forty degree celsius (104 degrees fahrenheit), its natural to want to cool off in the ocean after a hot’s days work. However, we don’t belong there, just like we don’t belong on the grasslands with the Red Kangaroo. Once we go into the ocean, we enter the territory of the shark, and must accept the risk, low as it is (1 in 292, 525), that we may have an encounter with a shark.

Hammerhead Sharks

There is still much we don’t know about sharks, but, one thing we have conclusively proven, is that sharks do not regularly prey on humans. Fatal shark encounters, like any death, leave holes in the lives of the victim’s friends, family and community, and it’s easy to blame the shark. But the shark did not deliberately attack that person, in all likelihood, they were investigating a strange, unfamiliar object in their territory. As tragic as it is when someone dies as the result of a shark encounter, I think it would be equally tragic to launch an offensive against the shark population, already in decline because of overfishing, simply for doing what they do in their ocean. It is time for people like Mr. Barnett to come down from their cloud, and acknowledge that a shark cull would only see these majestic and mysterious animals disappear from our oceans, which could have catastrophic long-term consequences for our marine life. As the apex predator, sharks regulate and control life in the ocean, ensuring that sea-life can continue on just as nature intended it, and they have been doing this for millions of years.

While these two recent fatalities, and the ones that have come before them, are tragedies, both men who were killed entered the water at their own risk. They did not deserve to have a fatal encounter with a shark, but nor do the sharks of Australia need to die. They have done nothing wrong. The only time shark hunting and culling should ever be condoned is when the sharks grow legs, and start to invade our natural habitat. Fortunately, I don’t see this happening in the near future and, until it does, there is no excuse for killing the sharks, in their own ocean, simply because we fear them.

(Taronga Conservation Society Australia, 2013, Taronga Zoo, viewed 29 November 2013, <http://taronga.org.au/animals-conservation/conservation-science/australian-shark-attack-file/australian-shark-attack-file>)

Thursday, November 21, 2013

30 Day Movie Challenge: Day 05

I forgot to post my movie challenge again and, this time, I'm four days late! So, rather than bombard you with four movie trailers at once, I'll pick up where I left off, and final the challenge a few days late. After all, who's counting?

~ Jewels

Day 05: Your Favourite Drama Movie
Little Women (1978)




'When your 7-Year-Old son says, "I want to be gay"' - Daily Life

I just read a beautiful, inspiring article from The Daily Life section of The Age, with the same title as this post. If you want to, you can read the article here, and I hope it brings as much of a smile to your face as it did mine. This is an example of acceptance and unconditional love within a family unit, and if every child was raised in such a loving, non-judgemental environment, society as a whole would benefit.



~ Jewels

Monday, November 18, 2013

30 Day Movie Challenge: Day 03 + 04

Forgot to post for the 30 Day Movie Challenge yesterday, so, once again, two trailers of some of my favourite movies, presented for your enjoyment.

Day 03: Your Favourite Action/Adventure Movie
The Avengers (2012)



Day 04: Your Favourite Horror Movie
Jaws (1975)

Note: This is actually the only 'horror' movie I've seen. I have no stomach for the terror that modern day horror audiences are subjected to. I watched this movie in my Year 10 Media Class, as my teacher wanted to show us what 'scary' movies were like when she was growing up. Also, I want to make it clear that the portrayal of the Great White Shark in Jaws is false, and as far removed from scientific fact as possible. Sharks are fearsome predators, yes, and they deserve our respect, but they're not 'mindless eating machines'.

Because toddlers have, and deserve, a voice

I just read the most terrible article. It literally made me sick to the stomach, and I felt I had to say something, or I'd be guilty of spreading the myth the article perpetuates. The myth that toddlers, and other non-verbal children, don't have a voice.

If you want to read the article, you can do so here, but, I warn you, it doesn't make for pleasant viewing. What's even more disturbing is that the woman who wrote it runs a popular parenting blog! Good God in Heaven, but, if we followed her advice, child protection would be knocking on every door in Australia!

The main gist of the article is this: that children have opinions, but they're not as important as the opinions of adults, and shouldn't be of interest to a parent. This makes me both sad and angry, the idea that parents shouldn't listen to their child's opinion. Now, this does not mean that a child, particularly a toddler, should be choosing where the parents go for lunch/dinner/brunch/breakfast/coffee, but any parent who does not listen to, respect, and value their child's opinion does not deserve to be a parent.


The article gives an example of so-called 'indulgent parenting', where a young couple and their toddler-aged son arrived at the cafe the author worked in a the time. They were there to have brunch, and, according to the author, the following exchange took place.

Author: Table for three? 
Parents: We'll need a minute. Sweetie, what do you want for brunch? Do you want eggs? Do you want to stay here? 
Toddler: DAK! 
Parents: (to toddler) Oh, OK honey. (to author) Sorry, he wants pancakes, you don't have those do you? 

Rather than recording her answer to this very reasonable question, the author proceeds to tell us that she laughed, yes laughed, at these parents. She tries to justify it by saying that she couldn't 'quite read their faces' but 'they've got to be joking', and that she 'chuckled', rather than laughed. Whatever she calls it, she laughed at potential customers, and then proceeded to viciously mock their parenting in her article. Did I mention that they left with their son? And so they should have! I would have left too if a staff member laughed at me. To me, it sounds like the author was simply annoyed that this family chose not to stay in her cafe, which means she missed out on a tip. Petty much?

The author then comments:
Maybe, just maybe, your child isn't making words at all and you are ridiculously projecting some kind of foodie personality on him already. That could be a possibility, couldn't it?
Or, perhaps his parents are more in tune with his babbling than you, who has only seen him once, could ever be, and know that 'DAK', is his word for 'pancakes'. Just because you don't understand it, doesn't mean his parents don't. Young children are constantly practicing their language skills, learning how to make intelligible sounds, and naming objects around them in their own baby language. Unfortunately, most adults don't understand this baby language, and we call it 'babbling', but it's an important part of a child's development. Dismissing babbling as 'nonsense', which this author does, is to say that a child's attempt to talk and communicate as adults do is worthless. Sounds like a classic case of 'children should be seen, not heard'.


But, I haven't even got to the most disturbing part of the article yet. Twelve paragraphs in, in ALL CAPS, the author makes the following statement regarding toddlers:
THEIR OPINIONS JUST AREN'T AS IMPORTANT AS OURS.
Well, I'm disgusted that any rational, loving parent could possibly believe this in any way, shape or form. If I heard any parent at the daycare say this, either to another parent, a staff member, or - God forbid! - a child, I would be reporting it to my director immediately, and recommending that the parent be offered some resources to educate them on the importance of understanding, and respecting, their child's opinion.

Respecting your child's opinion doesn't mean slavishly allowing them whatever they want. For example, if it's dinner time, and you're having steak and three veg, and it is your child's opinion that double chocolate ice-cream would make a better dinner, don't leap to your feet and get them a bowl of ice-cream. Instead, tell them that ice-cream is a treat for after dinner/weekends/birthdays or whatever you have decided. Tell them that it's important to eat their dinner, so they don't go hungry, but don't fall into the old trap of forcing them to eat. If they want to eat the steak, but not the vegetables, don't get too fussed about it. Ask them why they don't want to eat the vegetables. The likely answer is going to be 'I don't like them'. Ask them why, and get them to think about why they don't like them. If you get an answer along the lines of 'Because they're yucky', I would recommend just leaving it there. Keep trying with the vegetables but, as long as your child is not underweight, or in any other way unhealthy, don't push too hard. My sister hated vegetables all through her childhood, and even perfected the art of screaming with her mouth closed when my mum tried to feed her anything green. She's changed her tune now she's older, and enjoys her home made smoothies, and fruit and veggie juices. She even brought herself a home juicer.

The point? Your children's tastes will change as they grow older. Just because they don't like it now, doesn't mean they will be forever at odds with it. Furthermore, how would you feel if someone bigger than you tried to force feed you something you thought was disgusting? Something I was taught when I did my studies was that you should never do to a child what you would not be prepared to do to an adult.

What I'm trying to say is that, just because children can't verbalise their opinions doesn't mean they don't have them, and that they shouldn't be listened to. Babbling is an important stage in a child's language development, as they learn how to make sounds, and attach meanings to everyday objects. Don't write their attempts at speech off as 'cute, but meaningless', they have as much right to be heard as we do.



~ Jewels

Saturday, November 16, 2013

30 Movie Challenge

Yesterday, just for the hell of it, I started the 30 Day Movie Challenge. I've never been able to complete any of these challenges before but, this time, I'm determined to succeed. Since I started yesterday, there'll be two posts today, but, from tomorrow, there'll be one post a day until the 30 days are up. Sometimes, I'll put the posts at the end of a longer post, but, if there's nothing to share, I'll just do a short post, like this one.

Day One: Your Favourite Movie
The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King (2003)


Day Two: The Last Movie You Watched
Thor (2011)





Sunday, September 15, 2013

Chromebook - My love affair with Google

It's been a while since I've blogged, I know, I've been busy. That always seems to be my excuse, doesn't it? Well, it's true. I've gone from twiddling my thumbs all day in Mildura to working my butt off in Melbourne, but I'm loving it. You know what I'm also loving? Pay day! I'm paid fortnightly at ECKids, so, every two weeks, a big, fat sum of money makes its way into my bank account. Some of it goes into my savings account, I'm hoping to go on a little trip next year, and some of it goes to pay my bills. The rest sits in my everyday account for me to spend at my leisure.

Clothes have been my major purchases since I started earning dollars, and I've splashed out on some fun things like classy sleepwear and cheeky underwear ;) However, my biggest purchase occurred yesterday, when I brought myself a new computer, and not just any old computer, but a Google Chromebook.


I've been interested in Chromebooks since they first came out in 2011. At that stage, I had already been using Gmail (Google email) and Google Docs (word processing) for several years, and was in the process of switching to Google Drive for document storage. Chrome was my preferred internet browser, despite the fact that I had a Microsoft Windows laptop at the time. I wasn't surprised to see that Google had entered the operating system market, although I did wonder how they'd go competing against Apple and, of course, the operating system king, Microsoft. It wasn't until very recently, when I seriously considered getting a Chromebook, that I started doing some more in-depth research about what the Chromebook, and Google's operating system Chrome OS, were about. 

Where Chromebook differs from other makes of computer is that it has no hard drive or memory of its own. Everything on the Chromebook is stored on Google Cloud, all on the web, and the computer itself is just a gateway to the Wonderful World of Google. Take Google Drive, for instance, which is Google's Office Suite. Docs is a word processor which can do everything Microsoft Word can, with a few formatting exceptions, and Google Sheets is a spreadsheet app that works exactly the same way as Microsoft Excel. There are some very large, successful businesses that don't use Microsoft Excel to do their spreadsheets, but do everything with Google Sheets. There is also Google Presentations, which makes slideshows in the same way PowerPoint does. While you're working on your document, Google will be automatically saving your work as you go, so if you suddenly run out of battery power in the middle of writing that important assignment, don't stress, Google will have saved it up to the minute for you.


Nothing is stored on the computer itself, all your apps (Drive, Gmail, Google Play Music [yes, you can store your music with Chromebook], Google Play, Calendar etc.) are all stored on Google's cloud, which means that, wherever you go, you can log onto your Google account and access all your documents, bookmarks etc. without your Chromebook. Although, I don't know why you wouldn't take your Chromebook with you wherever you go, because it's slim, compact and, most importantly, light. The Samsung model, which I have, weighs in at a measly 1.1kgs, and is about 11ich wide. It's smaller than most computers, but it more than makes up for it with a super-bright screen, and a spacious keyboard.

Anything you can store on a regular hard drive, photos, documents, PDFs etc., you can store on Google Cloud, simply by installing some handy (free!) apps from the Chrome Web Store. The apps on the Chrome Web Store are the 'software' for Chromebook, and you can find everything fun, friendly and practical in there. There's offline apps as well, so if you ever loose your internet connection (very frustrating, I'm sure you'll agree) you can still read emails, edit documents, and upload photos.

One of the best things about Google is that you only need to sign into your account once to access all your Google apps. To log onto the Chromebook, you just need to type in your Google password, and the world is yours, well, the world of Google, anyway.

Chromebook comes with most of the essential apps built in. Gmail, Drive, Chrome Web Store, Google Search, Youtube, Google Maps and Calender all come as standard with the Chromebook. From there, you can choose from, literally, thousands of apps to personalise your Chromebook. 


Speed is another thing the Chromebook as going for it. The Samsung model boots in less than 10 seconds (a standard laptop takes between 20 and 30 seconds to boot), and there's no need to install anti-virus, or updates, the Chromebook does that automatically.

Well, I don't know what else I can say about my Chromebook, other than I think it's absolutely the bees knees. I love it, and I can't wait to continue playing around on it and learning how it works. I'm sure you'll be hearing from me when I do.

From the Chromebook,

~ Juliana 

Saturday, August 3, 2013

Being the best version of me

Sometimes, just when you weren't sure of yourself, everything becomes clear. Or, maybe not clear, but you can see a lot more clearly than you could six months ago. Three weeks ago, I had one of those moments. I'd finished my Cert III in Children's Services, and had thoroughly enjoyed my week off, lazing around, and firing off a few job applications. I was ready to start getting up at seven in the morning again, and settling into a routine, apply for some more jobs, and generally prepare for what would, undoubtedly, be a long wait before I got so much as an interview, let alone employment.

The two job applications I sent off during my week off had been sent on a whim, that is, I liked the sound of the jobs advertised, I had the necessary qualifications, they were in a good location, and weren't asking for experience. I didn't expect anything to come of them, because I'd never got a job on my first try before, and I wasn't terribly hopeful. It was mid-year, a bunch of Cert III courses would have finished, and every just qualified Sarah, Sally and Sue would be looking for an assistant level position in children's services.

So just imagine my surprise when I received a call from Eltham College Kids Melbourne City, asking if I could come in for an interview early the next week. Not daring to hope, I said yes, I was available, and a quietly confident feeling settled in my stomach for the rest of the day. The reason for this feeling was that the woman who called me had said something no other potential employer had ever asked me when asking if I could come in for an interview: Are you still looking for work?

It wasn't the kind of question prospective employers asked if they just wanted to screen you for a position, after all.

When I arrived for my interview, I took the lift up to level four, and rang the door bell. Like most childcare centres, ECKids kept the doors locked, and you needed to type in a code on the keypad to open the door. Reception could open the doors from the inside without the code if you were a new parent or staff member. The handle was also positioned higher than usual on a door, so that if one of the children managed to escape their room and get out to reception, they would not be able to reach the door handle and escape the centre.

Through the door was a lovely, clean reception area, with a comfortable, white leather couch and two matching chairs. There was a round, glass table in the middle of a rug, and lounging under the table was a large, caramel colour rabbit.

I told the receptionist I was there for the interview, and she showed me a small meeting room off to the side. It was a group interview, as my interview time had accidentally been double booked, but the woman I was interviewed with was wonderful, and we've actually become great friends since.

Truth be told, it was the best interview of my life, because I came out of it with a job! Yes, a job. My very first application turned into my very first job.

I've been working at ECKids for about three weeks now, on a casual basis, 'floating' (as we call it in the industry) between different rooms. There are eight rooms in the centre, six downstairs, and two upstairs (yes, the centre is over two levels), and I've worked in five rooms downstairs and one upstairs.

ECKids is different from the centers I did my placements at, first of all in size (ECKids has places for 160 children a day), but also in set up. In most childcare centers there are three rooms, 0-2yrs, 2-3yrs, and 3-5yrs, and they take children from 6wks to 5yrs. ECKids takes children from 6wks to 6yrs, and not only has a childcare centre and three-year-old kinder downstairs, but two structured, government accredited kindergartens upstairs, run by bachelor qualified kinder teachers. One is for four year olds, and one for five year olds. I haven't been in the four year old kinder, but I did spend the day in the five year old kinder last week. I didn't enjoy my pre-school placement when I was at TAFE all that much, but I really enjoyed the structured pre-school environment at ECKids. It was different to placement, I grant you, because it was a five year old pre-school, rather than a three-five year old room at a daycare. However, my favourite room I've been in so far as been one of the toddler rooms, 1-2yr olds.

By the time the children get to this room, Toddler A, they're walking, and they're saying several words, or are able to communicate, relatively clearly, what they want. One thing they all love is singing songs, so I've been brushing up on my nursery rhymes. Most of the children can say the name of their favourite song, and most can sing the majority of nursery rhymes, even if they can't use the words out of that context. It's lovely to have a group of little children at your feet, contentedly singing along with you. They're like a little chorus birds, a little out of tune, but lovely to hear all the same. Some hands down favorites have been: Baa Baa Black Sheep, Twinkle Twinkle Little Star, and Ring Around the Rosy.

So, what does this have to do with being the best version of me? Well, I had to do an employee induction before I started work at ECKids, and there was one part of this induction that really stayed with me. That was the part that said that all staff working at ECKids must strive to 'be the best version of you'. I've really taken that to heart in the last three weeks, and strived to become the best version of me that I can possibly be.

So, there you have it, a little late in coming, but, as they say, better late than never. I'm sure you'll hear all about my adventures with the children at ECKids as time goes on, and I start to know them all a bit better. But, for now, just remember this:


~ Juliana

 

Friday, July 5, 2013

"I cannot begin to describe a day as wonderful as this"

Yesterday, with some money kindly gifted from my parents, my new coat, a warm hat and a pair of gloves, I made my way into the city to meet Michelle, and go with her to the Monet's Garden exhibition at the National Gallery of Victoria.

Me, outside the NGV

It was a blustery, freezing day, and I was glad of my extra layers. Mish forgot her gloves, and her hands ended up like small, oddly shaped ice-blocks (believe me, I felt them!). We met up at Nandos across from Federation Square, where she enjoyed a bite to eat. I ate before I went out, but I thought I would probably need something after the exhibition. We walked from Nandos to NGV, and I got a lovely surprise when I found out that I could pay a concession ticket to the exhibition, instead of an adult ticket. The perks of having a valid student card, eh?

The exhibition itself was absolutely mind-boggling, and I would highly recommend it to anyone who has an appreciation of impressionism. I have always preferred the works of Van Gogh to Monet, but seeing Monet's work in person was really something. 

I knew from a tiny unit on art (that I did long ago in my New Zealand primary school) that impressionist works look better from a distance. Up close they take on the look of a more abstract mix of brush strokes and colour. I didn't really believe the distance you viewed a picture could really change the look of it until I went to the Monet exhibition. Looking at the paintings up close, I simply felt like I was looking at a very large, vibrantly coloured, finger-painting. Particularly in the paintings where he used similar shades, or (one of his favourite motifs) reflections in water. Those particular pictures tended to all meld together as splotches of dull grey and green, with the occasional splash of bright colour seeming oddly out of place. However, when viewed from the other side of the room, the paintings showed their true glory, emerging as lake, rivers, trees, flowers, people, and a wonderful assortment of scenic landscapes. My particular favourite, which I have been unable to find a picture of, was part of a set of three. It was a painting Monet did of the waterlilies in his garden, with the sunset reflecting over the water. Up close, it looked like someone had been murdered, and bled all over the canvas, but when I viewed it from further back, it looked so real that I almost felt I was looking out a window.

Claude Monet - Waterlilies
This is an example of his work, not the one I mentioned above as a favourite.

Photography was banned in the exhibition (probably because the NGV want you to buy their miniscule, over-priced prints in the gift shop), but there was a large mural at the end of the exhibition. It was a photo of Monet's Garden in France, and you could take a picture of yourself standing in front of it to show you'd been to Monet's Garden. I took one for Mish, and then she snapped one for me.

Me, in 'Monet's Garden'

After being suitably wowed by Monet, Mish and I got a train to Flagstaff, so I could go to a bakery nearby for lunch. Laurent's is a lovely, French styled bakery in the city, on William Street, and I'm a sucker for their pies. I treated myself to a beef and burgundy masterpiece, while Mish sipped a latte. I had my water, so I didn't spend extra on anything to drink.

After that, we headed back to Flagstaff and parted ways. The government's funded some works on the Sunbury line (the train line I use), so I had to get a special express to Flemington Racecourse, then a bus to Albion, and then back on the train to take me home. It's a pain in the neck, but it'll be finished before too long, and it's better that they do the works now, during the holidays, than during the school term, when the trains are full of students. The railways are slightly quieter now, while the students are off school.

Well, I suppose I better go and do something productive with my afternoon. I can't sit around blogging all day.

Until next time!

~ Australian Kiwi

Saturday, June 29, 2013

This is Life in Colour

Sometimes, in life, you surprise yourself. You do something you never thought you could do, and you do it well. I've had one of those moments. Last Friday (26/06/13) I completed my Certificate III in Children's Services, which is an entry level qualification into the children's services industry. It's taken my a long time to get here, and there's been several hurdles along the way. I was close to giving up dozens of times, and I suffered from prolonged periods of self-doubt and constantly asked myself 'Is that right for me?' After finishing my course, I'm still not sure about the last question, but I'll find out when I hit the big, wide world of children's services.

I heard the song 'Life in Colour' by OneRepublic the week I finished my course, and felt it described perfectly how I was feeling and what lay ahead. I've included a YouTube clip of the studio version (my favourite version) with lyrics. I hope you enjoy it as much as I have lately.


In other news, I've been busy as a bee, helping my parents plan their 25th wedding anniversary. They're arranging to renew their wedding vows, and we had the celebrant over last Sunday to discuss the ceremony and how everything's going to go. I'm doing a reading, and also saying a short speech. My dad's parents are coming over from New Zealand for the anniversary, and his brother and his brother's partner are coming across from Adelaide. My mum's sister and her children are coming as well, but they already live in Melbourne, so they're not travelling far. For my reading, I wrote a triolet called 'Perhaps in Heaven', which I've included below.

Perhaps in Heaven
Perhaps in heaven, love comes first
But I’ve found true love here on earth
And into it I plunged headfirst
Perhaps in heaven, love comes first
But if ever I’m at my worst
Remind me, dear, for what it’s worth
Perhaps in heaven, love comes first
But I’ve found true love here on earth

My parents really are soul mates, and have been very happily married for twenty-five years. They really embody the spirit of unity, and I hope and pray that they have many more happy years before them. I also hope that, one day, I'll find someone who I want to share my life with, and who wants me to share theirs. But, for now, I'm happy just sorting myself out, and celebrating my parents' wonderful milestone.

Last weekend, I caught up with my friend Michelle, who just got back from a six month student exchange in Sweden. She's become quite adventurous since going overseas, and has really grasped the idea that life is short, so you have to seize the day. We went out for hot chocolate at the Lindt cafe in Melbourne, and then to lunch in a tiny, cramped nook near Flinders Street Station which, truth be told, was absolutely marvelous. We then caught a tram to Docklands, and I took photographs of her while she had a go at ice skating. She told me that she had a go at ice skating on a frozen over pond in Sweden, and was keen to give it another try. I've done a little bit of skating, and it's not something I really enjoy, so I was happy to play photographer and stay off the ice.



I was very impressed by her skills, as Mish was quite a natural on the ice. When I went ice skating, I spend the whole time hanging onto the side of the rink, while my feet slipped and slid under me like I was on wheels. It was awful! Mish, on the other hand, glided around like Swan Lake on Ice (which I went to see once, and it was fantastic). After ice skating, I brought a coat in my favourite shade of blue which I'd seen on the way to the rink, and then we caught a tram back to Flinders Street and parted ways.

I'll be seeing Mish again sometime next week, as we're going to the Monet's Garden exhibition at the National Gallery of Victoria some time. I'm not sure when yet, but my parents have been kind enough to pay for my ticket. The price was very reasonable, since we'll be viewing Monet, who is acknowledged as a master, but I'm absolutely down to the wire with finances at the moment, and wouldn't have been able to go if my parents hadn't paid for me. 

To finish this blog post, here is a lovely video of two babies playing with rubber bands. It doesn't take much to entertain a baby, as they are learning how the world works, and the simplest things excite them. You can have the most expensive, amazing, up-to-date, plastic-fantastic toys, but, at the end of the day, a baby is more likely to be interested in the world around them (and you!) than any toy.



Well, that's all from me for now. I'll blog again after I've been to Monet, and let you know what it was like, and if it's worth going to if you're in Melbourne. 

Until then!

~ Australian Kiwi

Thursday, April 4, 2013

Puff, Pant, and Work Your Heart Out!

In case you didn't guess from the title of this post, it's about... (drum roll please)... EXERCISE!

(Oh, come on, stop groaning)

I've had a pretty intense two days exercise wise so far, and I've found a new, slightly longer training route for the Ride to Conquer Cancer.

While I'm on holiday, and have a lot of free time up my sleeve, I've started planning out my days. Sometimes, I find that time slips away on me when I've got too much of it, and I waste it doing frivolous things. My timetable is flexible, for if something unexpected pops up and I have to reschedule, but I try to stick to it as best I can.

Yesterday I got back into regular exercise, and I hit the gym for an intense forty-five minute cardio workout, courtesy of Les Mills SH'BAM. I've wanted to try out a SH'BAM class for ages, but haven't had the time, so yesterday seemed like too good an opportunity to miss to try it.


For those who don't know, SH'BAM is a dance-based cardio workout, and it's the most fun I've ever had doing exercise. The warm-up, the cool-down, and everything in between is dance. We do everything from hip-hop, to contemporary, to jazz ballet, and it's one hell of a workout. 

Now, I confess, I'm not a good dancer, I don't have much of a sense of rhythm. The class yesterday was small (only about six or seven people, because it's school holidays), and I took a spot up the front so I could see the instructor. For the few few tracks I felt like an elephant in a ballet studio, trying to get into the swing of things. The instructor kept saying 'less aerobics, more dance!', and I found it hard to get 'dancing' when I was supposed to be exercising. By the third or fourth track, though, I was starting to get into it and enjoy the class. I still had trouble with some of the moves, but I was less worried about that. It's not often I really get to let my hair down, and yesterday was definitely one of those times where I just let loose.

I would recommend SH'BAM to anyone wanting a fun, cardio-based workout. Don't worry if you can't dance, just go with it and, as the instructor said yesterday, 'feel the beat!'

I got home from SH'BAM and had some lunch, before having a shower and a nap. When I woke up, do you think I decided to sit down a relax? Of course not! I got on my cycling gear and headed out on a new, longer training ride for the Ride to Conquer Cancer. 

My original ride was only just 4.0kms, and it was flat most of the way, with only one hill. This new route is 5.2kms, and has a mixture of flat and hills. Some of them are really subtle slopes too, which you don't realize you're riding up until you're half-way up and you have to change gears to keep going. I suspect I'll be dealing with a fair few of those when I do the Ride in October. Also, my new route goes in a circle  it starts and ends at my house, where I actually had to turn around with my old route and go back the way I came to get back home again.

My new training route; 5.2kms

There's footpath the whole way, which is good, although parts of it are in very poor repair. It's not really a problem for me on my bike, but runners and power-walkers had better beware. Someone I know recently tripped on uneven footpath and ended up with nasty cuts and bruises to their face. They had  horrible scab on their chin for weeks, and a scar is still visible on their nose where their glasses cut into it.

I went for another bike ride this morning, going the same route. I forgot to lower my gear from yesterday, and accidentally did the ride in third, rather than fourth, gear. This is interesting, as I found today's ride, along the same route in a lower gear, harder than yesterday. Perhaps simply because I'm more tired after my intense day yesterday.

As always, donations for my ride are much appreciated. Chip in here, and your contribution will immediately benefit Peter Mac. 

Well, I'm off to have some lunch, and then I'm off to try on costumes for my fairytale and fantasy themed birthday party coming up soon.

~ Australian Kiwi

Monday, April 1, 2013

My Early Training Route

My first training route for The Ride; Distance = 4.1km

I went for another bike ride today, training for The Ride to Conquer Cancer in October. I took the same route as I did on my first bike ride, but, today, I measured the distance and took note of my speed. 

The route is about 4.1km long, according to the odometer on my bike, so it's not a very long ride, but it's a start. I ride from my house to the closest local shopping centre and back again, and round trip between between ten and fifteen minutes. I'm starting to get into practice using my gears again, as I haven't really touched my gears for a long time. When October rolls around, I will need to be proficient at changing gears quickly and easily, and preferably without looking at the gears themselves. Of course, the gears on my road bike will be different to the gears I have on my mountain bike, which is the bike I'm currently riding. I don't have a road bike yet, but my parents are going to get me one for The Ride.

I tried to keep my speed at around 13-15km/ph. On the Port2Port, a 400k bike ride, riders tried to keep at around 15-20km/ph, so I'm guessing it will be similar on The Ride. Again, I'm just building up at the moment, but I managed to keep between 11-13km/ph on this ride, including up the hill. I think that's a good achievement. 

The training route has one quite large hill, which is quite good for helping me learn to use my gears again. It's nice, not having to strain as hard to get uphill as I have in the past when I haven't used my gears. As this route gets too easy, I'll look for a longer route, although I don't want to bite off more than I can chew yet, I'll build up slowly.

As always, if you want to donate to my Ride, you can do so here.

~ Australian Kiwi

Sunday, March 31, 2013

Regrets

It happens to all of us once in a while, we wake up one morning and regret crashes down on our shoulders. Regret, because we let ourselves be talked into something we'd already said we didn't want to do, and now we're trapped.

I had one of those mornings just recently, after placement finished. I woke up on Good Friday morning, (well, Good Friday afternoon, really, because I slept in and didn't get up until midday) and regret wrapped its noose around my neck. Why had I gone back to childcare, when I already knew I didn't enjoy working with certain age groups? Why hadn't I stuck with my original plans and done a creative writing course this year, and looked at doing either a BA or Bachelor of Communication next year? Why?

The answer, I believe, is because I'm desperate to please the people I love. While no one forced me to study childcare, a person I care very deeply about made it quite clear to me that they didn't think I should be studying creative writing. This hurt me deeply, as this person has always said they want me to do what makes me happy, and I felt I already knew that, while I enjoyed the theory of childcare, working with children didn't make me happy. Don't get me wrong, I love children, and I enjoy working one-on-one with young children, but supervising a large group of 15-20 children day-in, day-out... not my cup of tea.

I have to be honest and say that I regret listening to this person, and I regret changing my mind and doing what they wanted me to do. 

I love studying children's development, which is a major part of my theoretical studies, but the practice of looking after them is draining, tiring, and thankless. People say its a rewarding job, looking after little ones, but I was sick and tired of all but one of them by the end of my placement. There was no reward, just drudgery. Not that I would have hurt the children, or done anything to compromise their safety, but I don't want to work in an environment I don't like, and where I'm not giving 100%.

OK, so, that's my little rant. I wish I'd gone down a different path and left childcare in the past. There's no point dropping out now, however, as I won't get into any other courses until midyear at the earliest. So, I'll finish my cert, but I don't think I'll go on and do my diploma of children's services midyear. 

~ Australian Kiwi

Sunday, March 10, 2013

Twenty Years Living


Yesterday (09/03/2013) I said farewell to my pre-adult years and the joys of teen-hood, and celebrated my twentieth birthday.

I raked in a good haul, receiving from my sister the book Ransom by David Malouf, and a beautiful Birthday Girl champagne flute from my parents. My aunt gave me money towards a pair of bike shorts for the Ride to Conquer Cancer, and my friend over in Sweden sent me two Swedish shot glasses to add to my collection.



I was lucky enough to get birthday brunch and birthday dinner, as my sister had to work last night, and couldn't be at the dinner. We went for brunch at Theobrama Chocolate Lounge in Melbourne Central, and, while everyone else helped themselves to second breakfast and chocolate drinks, I went all out for the chocolate. I had a dark chocolate frappe with whipped cream, and a croissant drizzled in molten chocolate, with strawberries and vanilla ice-cream on the side.

In fact, I had a lot of chocolate yesterday but, it was my birthday, so, why not?

Birthday dinner with my parents and my aunt was a lovely affair. We had before dinner nibbles alfresco style, as it was cooler outside than in. We had a mixture of sweet and savory nibbles, with chips, bagettes, breadsticks and dips, along with licorice bullets, dark chocolate and party mix, gracing the table. Dinner, cooked by my wonderful mother, consisted of a main dish of chicken in a rich mushroom sauce, with two sides: homemade semi-dried tomatoes, and fresh asparagus in a seeded mustard dressing. Then, for desert, there was, of course, birthday cake, but also homemade chocolate truffles and peppermint cremes.

Facebook proved the place to be for birthday wishes, with my family and friends all over the world stopping by my wall to write a birthday message. I received wishes from Australia, New Zealand, and even Sweden!

So, twenty, what does it even mean?

It was my first birthday back in Melbourne, and I'm taking the fact that it went so well as a good omen for the rest of my year. A lot of good things have happened to me around this time, and I had a look at my astrological yearly forecast I had done at the Mind, Body, Spirit Festival last year. According to the forecast, at about this time, things swill start to fall into place for me, and difficult tasks do not seen as daunting as they usually would. The interesting thing is, I start placement on Tuesday next week, and have a lot of work to get through. Normally, the thought of interacting with children and having to take observations, organize activities etc. would terrify me, but I've been no more flustered by this than I would be by a feather floating past my ear. Actually I'm really looking forward to placement, and I'm seeking it, not as a difficult task, but as a fantastic experience in my industry.

I also managed to tick something off on my bucket list recently! I have just started lessons with my very first ESL student. We met last Wednesday, and got on like a house on fire. We'll meet weekly for as long as she likes, which could be a month, or we could be seeing each other for years!

So, I look at twenty as the beginning of something good, something powerful and special. After all, you only live once.

~ Australian Kiwi

Sunday, February 24, 2013

Training: Day One

No stalling, no waiting, no 'let's do it later', I started training for The Ride to Conquer Cancer today!

My dad decided to train with me, even though he's not going to ride. He is coming, however, as part of the support crew for The Ride. Both of us were support crew for the WHK Team on the Port-2-Port last year, so he's a seasoned professional when it comes to cycling support.

I haven't found out about the bike paths close to home yet, as I've been quite busy with other preparation, so dad and I hit the gym this afternoon and did half-an-hour each on an exercise bike.


I know that riding on an exercise bike is very different to riding on a push bike, but it's cardio training, which is a good start. I think I had a bit of an easy workout today, so I'll push myself harder when I go back tomorrow. I did a manual workout, which is fine if you just want some cardio on a bike, but I'm training for a road bike event, so I needed intervals, which I didn't think about until later. I rode at level five, when I probably should have been riding anywhere between eight and ten, and after my half hour, I certainly felt like I could have done more. I'll be interested to see how my legs feel tomorrow, as they're not too tired at the moment, nor do they feel particularly rubbery, which is a sure sign that I didn't push myself hard enough.

Training Stats
Date: 24/02/13
Time taken: 30mins
Workout type: Manual
Distance: 14.05km
Level: 5
Goal: To be able to cycle 30kms without stopping. 

~ Australian Kiwi

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