IKEA Roleplaying

At the moment my house might as well be dubbed "The House of Fluff" due to the fluffballs which are our cats. Not a single piece of clothing goes unfluffed. One can't sit down on the sofa without getting up with a collection of fluff looking remarkably like a rabbit's tail on their behind. (I've written the word "fluff" too much, but I can't think of an appropriate synonym right now...)

Because of this I was accompanied by the lovely Lachlan to IKEA in pursuit of lint rollers. Rather than making a beeline for the lint rollers we ambled through the store looking at all the display rooms. Naturally we decided it would be a fabulous idea to play pretend. We started off in the kitchen, or the "woman's place" as my dear friend so taunts me, where Lachlan would walk into the room where I was supposedly cooking and calling out "honey, I'm home". As we made our way through each room we acted out a number of scenarios. We sat down on two sofas to watch the Olympics on the plastic television in our living room. As I went to grab the wine I noticed all the wine bottles were empty and accused my drunkard husband of drinking all the wine. Continuing through the many rooms of our IKEA furnished home we stumbled across a children's room where I proceeded to look for our lost son, yelling out "Timmy, Timmy, where are you?" We then turned around and found a group of strangers had let themselves into our living room and began criticising our furniture. On close inspection all the food had been taken from our fridge as well! Devastated, we then went bed testing and searched for convenient storage solutions in which to put the souls we'd stolen.

We had enough time to enjoy a hearty IKEA meal of chips and gravy (and unlimited soft drink refills!) before actually finding the lint rollers we came for in the first place and heading through the self service check outs. 

Just a side note about IKEA... I never noticed any functioning clocks while I was in store. It's a strategic marketing strategy so that you can legitimately lose track of time and easily spend a whole afternoon looking at everything. *gasp*

Next blog post (probably) I'll reveal my not-quite-so-wild first experience nightclubbing! Dun dun dun...

Jane appreciation post

After watching The Inbetweeners Movie three times within two days, I realised just how much I love Jane (played by Lydia Rose Bewley) as a character. She is just... wow. Bubbly, confident, funny and sexy. She jokes about herself and doesn't let other people get her down despite the fat jokes constantly being hurled at her. She's forward and cheeky and everything I've always wanted to be but was afraid.

And Jay: the least mature all "the inbetweeners"... who constantly undermined women throughout the entire television series (and for most of the film) grows up and realises that this "fat" girl he's been making fun of is actually really fantastic. When I first saw The Inbetweeners Movie at the cinema I literally left with a massive grin on my face just from that storyline.


I don't mean to come across as all gushy but I can't help it. For once in a film we don't have to see the girl who is constantly being ridiculed standing on the sidelines, or having to change who she is to get the guy she wants. Personality trumps looks (although in my opinion, she is still gorgeous!) and despite all the comedy a valuable message is portrayed: don't pretend to be someone you're not, and live your life in spite of what others think about you.

Compilation Post

I realise that my last post was quite a serious one, but in the same regard we can't let fear or worry take over our entire lives. Because of this I'll address a main point in my blog: Yes... I have been lazy. I meant to post this update nearly two weeks ago, but it has been lying in my drafts folder for quite some time. Because of my pure laziness, this will be more of a compilation post of the last couple of weeks. More India-related posts will come soon, once I can motivate my lazy self to do anything constructive.


I) Anecdote of the day: Hugh brought a bottle of VB when he came up as he was going with the whole "Australian bogan" theme. Dad discovered the VB in question, took one look at it, opened it and poured it down the sink. He then turned to me and said "we don't have VB in our house". (1st July)


II) Back to my life... I've started volunteering with Mum at the Hahndorf Animal Shelter on Thursdays and Fridays, which has actually given me some sort of purpose now that I'm back home again. I've been working with the dogs recently which is good for me, since they're so affectionate and give me the love I so desperately crave *insert sarcasm here*. I've fallen in love with Meika, a young husky who recently gave birth to seven husky x rottweiler puppies. Unfortunately this love affair can't last as it seems that there is no chance I can adopt her.


III) I've been looking for work again, since I'm not too keen on returning to the fast food industry any time soon. I had an interview at SpecSavers on Friday which went really well, but in the end they gave the position to someone who actually was planning on making a career for themselves in optics. I have another interview next week regarding a sales position at a photography company. Fingers crossed!


IV) I saw Brave in 3D at the cinemas with Lachlan, and oh my goodness Disney/Pixar - what a fantastic job. I loved every scene. And the accents.... is it possible to fall in love with a country just from the accents? If so, I may move to Scotland in a heartbeat.


V) I'm also having a number of medical tests at the moment, but I shan't say anything else about them until I get my results back. Nothing worse than worrying if you don't need to! At least that's what I'm trying to convince myself.


Lots of other things have happened, but I won't bore anyone further than absolutely necessary. But before I sign off, I'll exercise my bragging rights and just say that tonight I'm going to the Government House of South Australia as last year I was a youth ambassador for the Cora Barclay Centre. I am really looking forward to this opportunity to meet His Excellency Rear Admiral Kevin Scarce AC CSC RANR Governor of South Australia, or as my father has affectionately dubbed him "Kev" and his wife Mrs Liz Scarce. I desperately hope not to embarrass myself as usual in front of them. Wish me luck!

28th June: The day I realised how easily the bubble we live in can be shattered at any moment

My mother is a member of Fauna Rescue, so on the afternoon of June 28th we were called to a rescue in Little Hampton. There was a possum in a cellar, and the owner had undergone a vasectomy the day before so he couldn't take care of it himself in that state. As we pulled up the guy who had called us was waiting out the front of his house and informed us that his next-door neighbour's house was actually on fire. 
Whilst we waited for the CFS to arrive, he grabbed the garden hose and tried to put out the fire, but with no luck. Before the CFS arrived, the neighbour's 20-something year old son (I'll call him X) came home after walking his dog, and entered the burning building in an attempt to save some of his family's possessions. X had inhaled a lot of smoke while he was in the building, so when he came out he was not in a good condition. All three emergency services had arrived at the scene. X was now experiencing some breathing problems; hyperventilation and shock. I stood by him, stunned by everything. I couldn't move - the situation just didn't seem real. 
X was taken to hospital, and the CFS extinguished the fire, so everything went as best as it could given the circumstances. This was the first time that I'd ever seen a house fire, and it affected me deeply. It was then I realised just how fragile everything is in life, and how easily the little bubble we each live in can pop instantaneously. 


Fortunately this fire was manageable, and X was alright. Some people aren't so lucky. The possibility of experiencing a house fire in Australia is too high for my liking. One fire fighter quoted a figure that about 1 in 5 Australian households is expected to have a house fire at some stage. Many of these fires are preventable. Let's hope that we can lower these figures by being more aware of hazards in our surroundings and taking preventative measures against them.

Update on my integration back into Western society

Oh my goodness, Dad just came home to change his jacket. When questioned about where he was heading he replied "I'm going to the Royal Society for the Blind, so I don't have to get too dressed up". I've missed moments like this.


Anyway, in recent "news" I've been trying to apply for jobs - after working in the fast food industry for two and a half years I've rather had enough. I've found some jobs that I think I'd really enjoy, but there are a few problems...
1. I haven't actually saved my resume onto my hard drive, and the computer that I took to India (which has the edited fancy pants version) is on strike and has taken my resume hostage. 
2. I decided it would be a rather fantastic idea to get some henna designs on my hands before I left India. I thought I was being incredibly witty when I posted my latest facebook status: 

"Still have henna on my hands, so until it wears off I shall be handing out my job applications with gloves on... This isn't trickery, this is business."

I am also having so much trouble getting back into a healthy sleeping pattern. My body clock is still four hours behind Adelaide time, so I wake up at 10am and go back to sleep because I think it's 6am! Even if I get up, I'm tired for a long period of time, but I won't go to sleep until 4 or 5am come "bed time". 


My 1998 Subaru Forester has gone (my parents sold it when I was in India), and has been replaced with a 2008 Toyota Yaris, which has yet to be christened. Feel free to submit any names! 
I love my new car, but I think that perhaps I'll save my rant/bragging rights for a Yaris appreciation post in the near future.


If you read through this entire post then I congratulate you, and possibly question your avid interest in my life. Read a book or go outside (actually don't, it's freezing). 
I've got four books I'm making my way through. If you're genuinely interested, have a look at my goodreads account :)

**Happy birthday to Simone, who turns 12 today.** 

India: Faux pas

My time in India was characterized by a large number of misunderstandings. Having not learned Hindi, I was at a disadvantage. Whilst the schools I taught at were English medium schools - I could usually have proper conversations with my students, when I stepped out of the campus and into the village I was at a loss. Shivpuri, the location of my first teaching placement was in a sense fairly rural. The nearest big town Gwalior was a two hour bus ride away. The locals all spoke Hindi, with a very limited English vocabulary in most cases. 


I'd like to share with you a story that I refer to as the infamous 15 loaves incident - Whilst Liv was still at our placement, she and I decided to attempt braving the street stalls of Shivpuri to do our food shopping. We visited one shop where we bought most of the food that we needed (butter, bread, juice etc.) The shop owner (who didn't speak enough English to formulate a full sentence) announced "15" when we asked for some bread, which we assumed to be the price in Indian rupees. What he actually meant was that he wanted to sell us 15 loaves of bread, which he didn't bring out until later. We paid for our groceries, which the shop owner insisted that we were to leave at the shop while we bought fruit across the road. Our driver had organised a rickshaw to take us back to the school, and had put our shopping into the rickshaw. As the rickshaw drove off I noticed a large box of bread sitting beside me and then it hit me - the shopkeeper meant 15 loaves, not 15 rupees! Too hot and tired from our endeavor to return (It was about 42 degrees) we took the bread home, laughing at our misunderstanding. It cost us just over $3 AUD, and we did make our way through most of loaves, or gave them away.


Another problem that we encountered was to comply with the social etiquette and customs that apply in Indian culture.


In India it is common practice to refrain from using your left hand to eat food, as in the lower castes the left is used for toilet purposes and any similar dirty jobs. For this reason when a severe crime or theft was committed the culprit would have their right hand cut off so that they were forced to eat with their "toilet hand". During my time in India I made it a habit to use my right hand when eating in public, whereas in our room I would eat however I pleased. At La Montessori School in Kullu I would occasionally be required to assist in tutoring some of the students. In my free time I bought some chocolate, which got on my left hand. Not noticing, I went down for the tutoring session. It wasn't until one of the students pointed out that I had something on my hand that I realised, and spent the next five minutes reassuring them that it actually was chocolate.


I am the primary source of my own embarrassment.

India: the ugly topic of sexual harassment

Oh my goodness - I've just come from Delhi to Adelaide, resulting in a four hour time difference, and a forty degree temperature difference. I've gone from 45 to 5 degrees Celsius and my body is not liking it!


In this blog post I'll be addressing the serious issue of sexual harassment in what I would potentially call the "ugly" side of Indian society. Being a young, white female I am perceived by a lot of men in India as "easy". I blame Hollywood film culture for this portrayal, but that's probably just my prejudiced nature towards the American film industry. Of course, not all men are like this, I have met a number of lovely males, but the number of occasions that myself and other volunteers were harassed by locals was phenomenal, and I believe that this issue needs addressing.   


Main cities were the major locations of harassment. A number of men would grab their crotch as we'd walk past, raise an eyebrow, make kissy noises in our direction or just make an offensive comment. Some of the other girls would be subjected to groping (I myself got felt up on the Delhi metro), and in one instance a girl was kissed in the street by a random passerby! It would seem that there are no boundaries between appropriate and inappropriate behaviour.


I'd like to draw attention to two personal examples (of the many incidents) of sexual harassment that happened to me, which really could have turned out worse.


1. In Manali a group of us were staying in a hotel together. Everyone else had gone out for celebratory birthday drinks, and I stayed back at our room because I was ill. We had arranged to sort out all the paperwork the next morning. When I am ill, I tend to be a very sound sleeper, I generally won't wake up for anything. Knowing this, I naively left the door unlocked with the intention of the girls being able to let themselves in, so they wouldn't be locked out as I slept through their knocking. In the early morning hours (I'm guessing around one or two) a man let himself into my bedroom, turned on the light and sat on the edge of my bed. Knowing something was wrong, I begrudgingly woke up and found myself face-to-face with a man I had never seen before, claiming to be one of the owners of the hotel (he actually was, but that wasn't the point). As he introduced himself I could smell beer on him. I explained that we'd spoken to someone who  said we could sort out the paperwork tomorrow. He continued talking to me and helped himself to my kindle, which he looked through without asking. He then turned to me and asked if I'd like him to leave, or if I'd like his company (I later figured out what he really meant). I politely explained that he let himself into my room while I was sleeping and woke me up and asked that he'd leave. Before doing so he took the liberty of kissing me on the cheek, leaving me in shock for the next few minutes as I tried to comprehend what had just happened.


2. Whilst we were in Amritsar (location of the Golden Temple) we visited the communal kitchen, or the Guru-Ka-Langar for dinner. This dining hall feeds between 60,000 and 80,000 pilgrims per day, and with our luck ended up there at peak dinner hour. We were in a crowd in literally about a thousand people (luckily we  were near the front) all waiting to be fed. We were all packed in tightly. Behind me was one man who thought that it was okay to rub up against me from behind and readjust himself. He also tried to get pretty close, attempting to wrap his legs around mine - he recoiled when I stamped on his foot. Then with his metal plate started fanning himself, hitting me on the head with it at the same time. When I turned around to scold him, he looked at me as if to say "well, what do you want?"


My point is, to many men Western women are merely sexual idols - simply objects for their enjoyment; hence the rude language and unwanted advances. Compared to others, I didn't have it too badly, but I won't go into that. Some men are prone to sexual harassment also - one of the boys I met was felt up on a train. Unfortunately there are many instances of sexual harassment that a lot of people get away with; and not just foreigners travelling in India. Sexual harassment is a serious issue that happens under a number of circumstances worldwide. Sometimes it happens too quickly for you to react. 


The unfortunate part about sexual harassment in India is that the victim is often the one shamed, not the culprit. India needs to reverse this concept of victim-blaming, and instill the idea that sexual harassment is not acceptable under any circumstances, and should not be taken lightheartedly. 


Down with sexual harassment, and down with victim blaming!