<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8747525405138985919</id><updated>2012-02-01T15:15:10.974+11:00</updated><category term='Holidays'/><category term='Rambling'/><category term='Summer school'/><category term='New years eve'/><category term='Babies'/><category term='Housesitting'/><category term='Admin Law'/><category term='New job'/><category term='Relatives'/><category term='Stonefest'/><category term='Movie review'/><category term='Weddings'/><category term='Exams'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='Mum'/><category term='At home'/><category term='Graduation'/><category term='Golf'/><category term='Forensics'/><category term='Exercise'/><category term='Job interview'/><category term='Stupid'/><category term='Blogging'/><category term='Moving'/><category term='Tax'/><category term='Election'/><category term='Courts'/><category term='JIVE'/><category term='Holidaying in Vietnam'/><category term='Musical'/><category term='Uni count-down'/><category term='US'/><category term='Stripe'/><category term='Outrage'/><category term='Celebrity death'/><category term='Murder mystery dinner'/><category term='Studying'/><title type='text'>Pippa's Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>The life and times of a girl who most of the time doesn't have a clue what's going on...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippala.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747525405138985919/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippala.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Pippala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09470561156155313739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>53</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8747525405138985919.post-8250630693132378331</id><published>2009-08-27T17:47:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T17:50:20.605+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Studying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Exams'/><title type='text'>Just breath...</title><content type='html'>3 days left of workshop and the anxiety is building. I've listened to all the lecture for civil, but I still have to do the final civil assignment (due midnight tomorrow) and a stupid reflection. I then have four exams/online quizzes: two for ethics, one for wills and probate and one for real estate. I've only listed to half the lectures for wills and NONE for ethics or real estate. &lt;div&gt;Hence the anxiety.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eeep!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747525405138985919-8250630693132378331?l=pippala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippala.blogspot.com/feeds/8250630693132378331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8747525405138985919&amp;postID=8250630693132378331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747525405138985919/posts/default/8250630693132378331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747525405138985919/posts/default/8250630693132378331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippala.blogspot.com/2009/08/3-days-left-of-workshop-and-anxiety-is.html' title='Just breath...'/><author><name>Pippala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09470561156155313739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8747525405138985919.post-9168950026114302442</id><published>2009-08-24T23:17:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T23:25:37.945+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Studying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Courts'/><title type='text'>Life from March to August</title><content type='html'>Workshop has been consuming my life. Workshop; aka Practical Legal Training (PLT); aka Graduate Diploma in Legal Studies (GDLP) is a 6-12 month course, which has an element of work experience, which a person has to complete after graduating from an LLB to be eligible to practice as a solicitor. &lt;div&gt;After 18 months of working in the Courts (12 months with Refshauge J and 6 months with the ACAT) I knew that I wanted to give it a go. So for the first time in my life I have had a goal. Unfortunately it has not made studying any easier. Until about two weeks ago I was working and studying full time. Yes, there were others who were studying their two degrees full time, working two jobs and children, but I'm satisfied I can still say that working and studying full time was tough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, two weeks ago I left the ACAT and on Wednesday the 19th August I moved to Brisbane. T and I have been talking about it for ages, and it was finally time. For me. Tom is not able to move here until the end of September :(  However, the silver lining is that hopefully I will be able to find a job and an apartment BEFORE the end of September so that we don't have to put our stuff in storage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747525405138985919-9168950026114302442?l=pippala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippala.blogspot.com/feeds/9168950026114302442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8747525405138985919&amp;postID=9168950026114302442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747525405138985919/posts/default/9168950026114302442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747525405138985919/posts/default/9168950026114302442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippala.blogspot.com/2009/08/life-from-march-to-august.html' title='Life from March to August'/><author><name>Pippala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09470561156155313739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8747525405138985919.post-5736096786297268981</id><published>2009-03-08T19:24:00.013+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T22:08:39.186+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relatives'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weddings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>June 2008 - January 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C-cO0XJZzhY/SbOmvau0_TI/AAAAAAAAACE/eTwHrNtKom4/s1600-h/Thailand+wedding+party.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 97px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C-cO0XJZzhY/SbOmvau0_TI/AAAAAAAAACE/eTwHrNtKom4/s320/Thailand+wedding+party.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310771719159741746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My last post was in June 2008. Yikes! To be honest, I forgot I had a blog...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here is the photo of the wedding in Thailand that I promised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got home from Thailand (after a very large shopping spree in Bangkok), got straight back into work and it was head down, bum up. I can't remember much of what happened between June and September. I think mostly just work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In October it was M and N's turn to get married. We had the hens night about a month beforehand in Belo. It was really fun. Note the poster in the background...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C-cO0XJZzhY/SbOPaQ3tDPI/AAAAAAAAABU/yGxxve0YrBM/s200/P9061092.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310746066967923954" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C-cO0XJZzhY/SbOQxnc4s4I/AAAAAAAAABc/W-BSLoKzFps/s200/P9061089.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310747567678075778" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And then, on Saturday 4th October they got hitched. It was a BYO wedding, and T and I thought we might be the odd ones out, but it really was a lovely day and we had a lot of fun. (I'm the bridesmaid on the left!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C-cO0XJZzhY/SbOWk9MUr7I/AAAAAAAAABk/Me933fh0mVM/s320/LBP475MN.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310753947245653938" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christmas was blissfully uneventful. The absence of my brother A was obvious and I missed him. This was the first year since he moved to London that he was not able to make it home. He is feeling the effects of the Global Financial Crisis and not able to get another job since his last contract finished in Dec/Jan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Earlier in the year T announced her engagement to S. We were all so excited for her. In November, her bridesmaids threw her a bollywood hens night which was a fantastic night. And then on 2 January 2009 they got married at the Duntroon chapel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 97px; height: 130px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C-cO0XJZzhY/SbOidVDeNdI/AAAAAAAAABs/s_vLEu84a4U/s200/Tess%27+hens+night.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310767010351560146" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 86px; height: 130px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C-cO0XJZzhY/SbOm53vtTuI/AAAAAAAAACM/_0iKY5hscgk/s320/Tess+and+Sean%27s+wedding.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310771898746752738" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 97px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C-cO0XJZzhY/SbOjNQNUiAI/AAAAAAAAAB0/UQAJY7BOuxg/s200/Tess%27+hens+night+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310767833684412418" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Catch up blog to be continued...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747525405138985919-5736096786297268981?l=pippala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippala.blogspot.com/feeds/5736096786297268981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8747525405138985919&amp;postID=5736096786297268981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747525405138985919/posts/default/5736096786297268981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747525405138985919/posts/default/5736096786297268981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippala.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-last-post-was-in-june-2008.html' title='June 2008 - January 2009'/><author><name>Pippala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09470561156155313739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C-cO0XJZzhY/SbOmvau0_TI/AAAAAAAAACE/eTwHrNtKom4/s72-c/Thailand+wedding+party.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8747525405138985919.post-3880684404943010816</id><published>2008-06-19T03:35:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T03:47:20.159+10:00</updated><title type='text'>wedding and recovery day</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was just perfect except mother of the bride getting lost and arriving about half an hour late.&lt;br /&gt;Morning was relaxing - spent the day lounging. About 1 had a light lunch and started to think about getting ready. A did the bridesmaid's hair and makeup.&lt;br /&gt;Ceremony, dinner, bar and dancefloor were all on the beach so naturally the night ended with everyone in the water. Weather was absolutely perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of The speeches were really lovely. Father of the groom had some lovely tips for the newlyweds and the groom and bestman seemed to be honest and genuine in what they had to say. I think it was touching of A (groom) to mention the friends and family who couldn't be there. The maid of honours speech was short and sweet but so true - C has become much more relaxed and less cynical since being with A. (Sometimes I notice that A has become just a little more cynical in that time - funny that). However the father of the bride was just a little cynical in his speech. Thankfully his was about the shortest. Sort of understandable I guess. It must have been v.difficult for C dealing with the possible conflict between recently divorced parents. Her mother almost flatly refused to even be in the same photo as him. I think C will have one group photo with both her mum and dad. Moments like that make me very grateful to my parents who made the divorce have as little impact on us as possible and are able to be friendly in each others company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today everyone headed into Chaweng to spend the day on the beach. Finally got a massage. Will need another one tomorrow I think. Everyone started saying goodbye tonight after dinner as we are all heading different directions tomorrow. I fly to Bangkok at about 9.30am and have two whole days of shopping ahead of me. Do not talk to me about my credit card when I get back home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747525405138985919-3880684404943010816?l=pippala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippala.blogspot.com/feeds/3880684404943010816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8747525405138985919&amp;postID=3880684404943010816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747525405138985919/posts/default/3880684404943010816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747525405138985919/posts/default/3880684404943010816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippala.blogspot.com/2008/06/wedding-and-recovery-day.html' title='wedding and recovery day'/><author><name>Pippala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09470561156155313739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8747525405138985919.post-3260611541409050723</id><published>2008-06-17T03:24:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T03:30:05.969+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding tomorrow</title><content type='html'>The reason I am in Thailand is that two of my good friends that I met through CIT are getting married tomorrow and I have the privilege of being one of the bridesmaids. It hasn't all been smooth sailing though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 6 months ago C, the bride to be, started arranging thai silk to be sent from Thailand to Australia for her and the bridesmaid's dresses. About 2 months ago that silk arrived and about 1 month ago we received the 'dresses' that the Australian tailor had concocted from the said thai silk. Thankfully C's dress is beautifully made and is ready to go tomorrow. The bridesmaid's dresses are a completely different story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make a v.long story short; we spent $200 each for the Australian tailor to take 1 month to stuff it up and an extra $100 each for the Thai tailor to spend 24 hours making 3 gorgeous two piece outfits out of the same material. They should be ready by 1. Wedding is at 4. Hmmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll let you know how that goes, yeah?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747525405138985919-3260611541409050723?l=pippala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippala.blogspot.com/feeds/3260611541409050723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8747525405138985919&amp;postID=3260611541409050723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747525405138985919/posts/default/3260611541409050723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747525405138985919/posts/default/3260611541409050723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippala.blogspot.com/2008/06/wedding-tomorrow.html' title='Wedding tomorrow'/><author><name>Pippala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09470561156155313739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8747525405138985919.post-6641123731359108419</id><published>2008-06-14T13:26:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T13:39:09.605+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Thailand</title><content type='html'>Ok, so it's been 2 months since I've been to America; I haven't even finished blogging about it, and I'm already overseas again.&lt;br /&gt;To make you feel better it's only for one week this time... :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left Canberra at about 6.15pm Friday night (should have been 4.45) and arrived in Koh Samui at 12.30pm (Canberra time) after stopping over in Sydney, Brisbane and Bangkok. Stupid non-direct flights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, was picked up at the airport (that was nice) arrived at the resort to be greeted with a complimentary drink (also nice) and when taken to my room found complimentary internet and fruit platter (even nicer).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Might go and indulge in a massage. I need it after all that hard sitting on my arse not doing anything...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747525405138985919-6641123731359108419?l=pippala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippala.blogspot.com/feeds/6641123731359108419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8747525405138985919&amp;postID=6641123731359108419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747525405138985919/posts/default/6641123731359108419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747525405138985919/posts/default/6641123731359108419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippala.blogspot.com/2008/06/thailand.html' title='Thailand'/><author><name>Pippala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09470561156155313739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8747525405138985919.post-291933197411209159</id><published>2008-04-06T12:07:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T12:18:45.987+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Three weeks in the US of A</title><content type='html'>Hey y'all,&lt;br /&gt;I have been so busy (and having so much fun) travelling that I just couldn't (and didn't really want to) find the time to blog. So here is the low down on what I've been up to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;March 23&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrived in New York and went into instant tourist mode. Spent the next five days doing everything possible - it felt like I did not stop from the moment I stepped off the plane. Went to Wall St, Ground Zero, Modern Art Museum, Times Square, Liberty and Ellis Islands, bagels and ice skating in Central Park, Broadway show (A Catered Affair), Chinatown, SoHo, Greenwich Village, Empire State Building, shopping, shopping and more shopping (including Macy's, Bloomingdales and the Time Warner building).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;March 28&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flew to Las Vegas - avoided gambling too much but did not avoid going to see an Elvis impersonator. Did however spend a decent amount of time exploring the different casinos on the strip. All very amusing and unique and yet all with one main purpose...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TBC&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747525405138985919-291933197411209159?l=pippala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippala.blogspot.com/feeds/291933197411209159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8747525405138985919&amp;postID=291933197411209159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747525405138985919/posts/default/291933197411209159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747525405138985919/posts/default/291933197411209159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippala.blogspot.com/2008/04/three-weeks-in-us-of.html' title='Three weeks in the US of A'/><author><name>Pippala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09470561156155313739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8747525405138985919.post-6328859767063064916</id><published>2008-03-01T22:42:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T22:49:54.891+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambling'/><title type='text'>For some reason fragmented.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;Missing TJ. Heaps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;Leaving in 21 days. Not sure if I should be preparing for going overseas. Not sure what I should be doing to prepare to go overseas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;Should probably have gone out tonight. Didn't. Stayed at home and watched crap movies with too many ads.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;Actually did something during the day though, so not totally wasted. Broke a mower. Heh. Started backfiring like a Hollywood movie car. One that isn't picking up the too-good-looking girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;Need sleep. Next step - make bed. Stupid sheets that need washing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;Can't shake flu-like symptoms. Too much medication. Just want to get better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663366;"&gt;Nothing much else.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747525405138985919-6328859767063064916?l=pippala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippala.blogspot.com/feeds/6328859767063064916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8747525405138985919&amp;postID=6328859767063064916' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747525405138985919/posts/default/6328859767063064916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747525405138985919/posts/default/6328859767063064916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippala.blogspot.com/2008/03/for-some-reason-fragmented.html' title='For some reason fragmented.'/><author><name>Pippala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09470561156155313739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8747525405138985919.post-2637879003372535025</id><published>2008-01-29T23:01:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T23:15:08.561+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New job'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Courts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>First day on the job</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663366;"&gt;Well, I really had no reason to be nervous. (Yes, thankyou to everyone who told me so!) They are a very friendly bunch of people who are all too eager to tell me that I will make mistakes. Least I got the stack out of the way nice and early. During the tour Tam took me into one of the courtrooms - quiet, empty (thankfully), dark. I totally forgot that when I entered the courtroom I walked up two stairs, so when I went to exit - I almost fell flat on my face. No ankles broken, despite the high heels, but the heels were broken. Kind of. More like the sole of both heels 'fell' off. I was still able to wear them but during lunch I went to the shoemaker in Bailey's Corner and got them to resole the heel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663366;"&gt;Apart from that, the day was relatively boring. My judge didn't turn up, not that he could have given me any work to do - he doesn't get sworn in until Friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663366;"&gt;Spoke with TJ again today. He decided to fly to San Francisco instead of driving to Phoenix. Only a minor change of plans... :-)  But he told me that if I can't get leave to join him in April, that he will spend more time in San Fran but if I will be joining him that he will keep moving on. It makes me think that maybe I will try to cancel my trip - let him have his holiday and then I can maybe have one by myself...later...at some stage...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747525405138985919-2637879003372535025?l=pippala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippala.blogspot.com/feeds/2637879003372535025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8747525405138985919&amp;postID=2637879003372535025' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747525405138985919/posts/default/2637879003372535025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747525405138985919/posts/default/2637879003372535025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippala.blogspot.com/2008/01/first-day-on-job.html' title='First day on the job'/><author><name>Pippala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09470561156155313739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8747525405138985919.post-8205089216033495913</id><published>2008-01-27T10:35:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T10:44:33.060+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New job'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relatives'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babies'/><title type='text'>I love picking up a bargains</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The suit I bought last weekend was $330 down to $100&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I bought a pair of shoes yesterday to match suit which were $30 down from $60&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Also found the nicest jacket for JC which was only $20 down from $200!!! I was so jealous they didn't have it in my size.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I also bought myself a hat, but it wasn't on special - it was just an impulse buy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Booked my flights today so I can be in Coffs Harbour for my cousin's first birthday. I have only seen her twice since she was born and now she is already one! It's not fair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'm also doing my best to keep my mind off my new job. I start in just over 48 hours and I am so nervous. I know the first couple of weeks are going to fly by and that the worst part will be not knowing anything (which everyone expects of newbies) - but knowing this does not make the first day any less nerve-racking. Just hope my new shoes don't make me stack on the first day. Or at all really...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747525405138985919-8205089216033495913?l=pippala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippala.blogspot.com/feeds/8205089216033495913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8747525405138985919&amp;postID=8205089216033495913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747525405138985919/posts/default/8205089216033495913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747525405138985919/posts/default/8205089216033495913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippala.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-love-picking-up-bargains.html' title='I love picking up a bargains'/><author><name>Pippala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09470561156155313739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8747525405138985919.post-4457463432801466348</id><published>2008-01-24T11:26:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T11:39:41.108+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebrity death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JIVE'/><title type='text'>I think I will bum at home today...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Wow, I was a bit cranky the other day, wasn't I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yesterday, the last day of the project, went very smoothly and the cleaning up was done by 1.30. The girls and me were thanked multiple times in group situations (including the presentation of a very nice box of chocolates from David Jones to each of us) so I'm thinking someone picked up on my mood on Tuesday and somewhat rectified the situation. Unfortunately we had to leave the team debrief early because we wanted to hit the road by 3, so if anyone did bring up the slight disorganisation on Monday, we weren't there to defend ourselves. Not that I think this will happen. Everyone is a lot more interested in the results and observations. I am just thankful it is over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Now for something completely different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Heath Ledger died yesterday. He was found in his apartment 'quietly sleeping'. They are saying prescription drug overdose (accidental or deliberate unknown - probably never to be definitely known) but the initial tox screen didn't reveal anything. He was 28.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747525405138985919-4457463432801466348?l=pippala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippala.blogspot.com/feeds/4457463432801466348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8747525405138985919&amp;postID=4457463432801466348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747525405138985919/posts/default/4457463432801466348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747525405138985919/posts/default/4457463432801466348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippala.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-think-i-will-bum-at-home-today.html' title='I think I will bum at home today...'/><author><name>Pippala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09470561156155313739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8747525405138985919.post-1135416590697708464</id><published>2008-01-22T21:50:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T11:41:10.345+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JIVE'/><title type='text'>Necessary rant</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Get this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;My honours supervisor got a massive grant for this project that that myself and my lovely collegues have spent the last two months working our arses off to make sure that it runs fairly smoothly. Anyway, yesterday was set-up and dress rehearsal followed by a massive project dinner that approx 25 people attended. Me and my collegues felt we deserved a few drinks (which we paid for, the project budget isn't actually all that big) so shared two bottles of wine (btwn 3) over dinner and then proceeded to drink into the night at various pubs and clubs. We were back at the hotel by 2am yet we were all at the court by 7.40am, only ten minutes after we were meant to be there (and we still beat everyone else there anyway).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;The problem arises when during the first mock trial from 9-10.30 my collegues who were in charge of set-up that could not have been done any earlier, were severly detained by the Sheriffs of the court about some petty thing or another and did not have the jury rooms completely set up by the time the mock trial was finished. This 'disorganisation' was blamed on the fact that we had gone out the night before. I was livid. These criticims were coming from people who did not know the whole story and probably had no idea exactly how much work went into their stupid project. Ok, it's not a stupid project, but I am just so livid! Unappreciative, egotistical, manipulative, selfish, self-important academics!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I feel better now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747525405138985919-1135416590697708464?l=pippala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippala.blogspot.com/feeds/1135416590697708464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8747525405138985919&amp;postID=1135416590697708464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747525405138985919/posts/default/1135416590697708464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747525405138985919/posts/default/1135416590697708464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippala.blogspot.com/2008/01/necessary-rant.html' title='Necessary rant'/><author><name>Pippala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09470561156155313739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8747525405138985919.post-1403258250483929403</id><published>2008-01-20T01:12:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T11:45:52.485+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New job'/><title type='text'>I got a new suit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For my new job&lt;br /&gt;Hooray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(Would post a photo of me wearing said suit, except TJ took both cameras to the US. Stupid TJ! - Oh how I miss him!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747525405138985919-1403258250483929403?l=pippala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippala.blogspot.com/feeds/1403258250483929403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8747525405138985919&amp;postID=1403258250483929403' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747525405138985919/posts/default/1403258250483929403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747525405138985919/posts/default/1403258250483929403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippala.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-got-new-suit.html' title='I got a new suit'/><author><name>Pippala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09470561156155313739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8747525405138985919.post-2266131075282114822</id><published>2008-01-06T15:38:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T15:52:25.830+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='At home'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie review'/><title type='text'>Bad idea?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;My little brother moved into today. Mum told him he had to move out by the end of the year, and because I was planning on going to the US for 6 weeks told him he could move in, pay rent and therefore house sit while I was away. Now that I'm only going to the US for 2 weeks (if all goes well) I have to contemplate living with my little brother for 3 months. I just keep telling myself that I will appreciate the company and the rent he will be paying will help both Tom and I out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night KP (from now on known as Toots) and MH with a friend from Austria came round to watch a couple of movies. We started off with "I now pronounce you Chuck and Larry". Starring Adam Sandler, it's the American version of "Strange Bedfellows". It was pretty bad in some places but managed to produce a laugh from us regularly. Toots was pissing herself laughing right at the beginning. The movie also dealt with some of the issues gays and lesbians deal with so it wasn't all light and fluffy. I enjoyed it but if you are looking for intellectual stimulation, or if you just cannot stand the usual crudeness of Adam Sandler, I would suggest avoiding this movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747525405138985919-2266131075282114822?l=pippala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippala.blogspot.com/feeds/2266131075282114822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8747525405138985919&amp;postID=2266131075282114822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747525405138985919/posts/default/2266131075282114822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747525405138985919/posts/default/2266131075282114822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippala.blogspot.com/2008/01/bad-idea.html' title='Bad idea?'/><author><name>Pippala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09470561156155313739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8747525405138985919.post-7090472345300888935</id><published>2008-01-02T17:46:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T14:53:42.932+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New job'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musical'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Election'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Graduation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='US'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JIVE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New years eve'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Golf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Exams'/><title type='text'>Catch-up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Here's what's been happening in my life since last time I posted...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;13 November&lt;/strong&gt; - Last exam ever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;14&lt;/strong&gt; - Played golf for the first time in awhile. I shot 153 (81 over par). Oops!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;23&lt;/strong&gt; - Results came out. Distinction for Evidence law, credit for Lawyers and professional responsibility (ethics) and a pass for Legal theory. Just scraped through for 2b honours (second class, second division).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;24&lt;/strong&gt; - Federal election. Long-awaited government change from Liberal to Labour (for any American readers out there, the Australian Liberal Party is as conservative as they come).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;December 6-7&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;and&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;10-12&lt;/strong&gt; - Work trip to Sydney for JIVE stage 3 and for the annual Jury Conference. At the conference Richard Refshauge announced he had just been appointed to the ACT Supreme Court bench and asked if I would be interested in a job as his associate. (Hell Yes!) Karen and I also went to see Keating the musical. Absolutely fabulous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;17 December&lt;/strong&gt; - My final graduation ceremony: 10am at Parliament house. Same as the first one. Followed by a very pleasant lunch in Kingston with TJ, Mum, Dad &amp;amp; N, brothers MJ &amp;amp; S and KP. Then went to work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;18 Nov -&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Tuesday&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;25 Dec&lt;/strong&gt; - Various christmas parties where copious amounts of food was eaten and alcohol drunk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;31 Dec&lt;/strong&gt; - Very quiet, tipsy (but definitely not drunk) NYE as a result of above.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Am now waiting anxiously for confirmation about associate job. I emailed an expression of interest a week after the conference and do not want to seem too desperate for the job by calling too soon. Then again, I want to seem assertive and able to take things into my own hands. *sigh*. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Also, because of the job I have only booked flights to go to the US for two weeks. It seems a bit crazy, but I didn't want to give up on the holiday completely. So I want to spend one week exploring NY, a weekend in Las Vegas and remain flexible for the rest of the time. Of course, I may get the job and find out I can't take leave those two weeks. That would suck. We will just have to wait and see. I really hope I get the job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747525405138985919-7090472345300888935?l=pippala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippala.blogspot.com/feeds/7090472345300888935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8747525405138985919&amp;postID=7090472345300888935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747525405138985919/posts/default/7090472345300888935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747525405138985919/posts/default/7090472345300888935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippala.blogspot.com/2008/01/catch-up.html' title='Catch-up'/><author><name>Pippala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09470561156155313739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8747525405138985919.post-6023357980858403238</id><published>2007-11-09T18:03:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T18:09:20.008+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Hufflepuff I am, I am...</title><content type='html'>Why do I feel like I'm failing at everything at the moment?&lt;br /&gt;Some might say it's because I have too much on my plate. But there are many other people I know (not to mention those I don't) who study full time AND work FULL time, or have a family, or all of the above, and more!&lt;br /&gt;Of course I shouldn't compare myself to others, but I feel like I used to be someone who could achieve so much more, and at a much higher standard than I currently am.&lt;br /&gt;To use the analogy of one of the lecturers here at UC, I used to be a Griffindor, but now I'm just a Hufflepuff. I shouldn't say 'just'. The world needs Hufflepuffs. It's just hard to accept the change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747525405138985919-6023357980858403238?l=pippala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippala.blogspot.com/feeds/6023357980858403238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8747525405138985919&amp;postID=6023357980858403238' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747525405138985919/posts/default/6023357980858403238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747525405138985919/posts/default/6023357980858403238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippala.blogspot.com/2007/11/hufflepuff-i-am-i-am.html' title='Hufflepuff I am, I am...'/><author><name>Pippala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09470561156155313739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8747525405138985919.post-4298218140787923097</id><published>2007-11-07T11:33:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T11:37:32.184+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Studying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uni count-down'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Exams'/><title type='text'>One down, two to go...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;color:#663366;"&gt;Legal theory exam was on Monday from 9-12. Honest truth? I think it is the worst I have ever done on an exam. Now, understand that I am a serial 'It will be a miracle if I pass that exam' post-exam sort of person. But I am honestly concerned about how I went. Most exams I'm not sure if what I'm writing is right or wrong. This exam? I knew that what I was writing was wrong, but didn't have anything else to write. I only need 40% to pass the unit. My fingers are crossed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;color:#663366;"&gt;Evidence law exam is tomorrow morning from 9-12. More confident about this one, but I am on my way home to study some more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747525405138985919-4298218140787923097?l=pippala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippala.blogspot.com/feeds/4298218140787923097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8747525405138985919&amp;postID=4298218140787923097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747525405138985919/posts/default/4298218140787923097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747525405138985919/posts/default/4298218140787923097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippala.blogspot.com/2007/11/one-down-two-to-go.html' title='One down, two to go...'/><author><name>Pippala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09470561156155313739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8747525405138985919.post-652815857663339411</id><published>2007-10-31T13:49:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T13:56:14.544+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Studying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tax'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>I'm tired...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Did my tax last night, finally. According to e-tax, I'm going to get close to $2k back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;With that, have decided I'm going to join TJ in America. Can't leave Australia until Feb, as contract goes through to end of Jan, but have decided two months away will be nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Booking tickets this afternoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Got the report on my honours paper today. I'm a bit embarrassed. I made a whole lot of really stupid mistakes. Makes it really evident that I left it til the last minute. Got a score of 70%; at UC this is a credit. At ANU it would be a borderline distinction.  :-(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Before I handed the paper in I was thinking that maybe I could be an academic. Maybe I could enjoy researching for the rest of my life. Now, I'm not so sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747525405138985919-652815857663339411?l=pippala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippala.blogspot.com/feeds/652815857663339411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8747525405138985919&amp;postID=652815857663339411' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747525405138985919/posts/default/652815857663339411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747525405138985919/posts/default/652815857663339411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippala.blogspot.com/2007/10/im-tired.html' title='I&apos;m tired...'/><author><name>Pippala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09470561156155313739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8747525405138985919.post-5708629354574396140</id><published>2007-10-28T23:38:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T00:11:25.568+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Studying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uni count-down'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New years eve'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stonefest'/><title type='text'>What a weekend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;Noon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;Handed my thesis in. Hooray! So glad to see the back of that. Now, fingers crossed that I get a good mark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;3pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;Went home and had a nap. Understandable seeing as I maybe spent the last couple of nights solidly working on my thesis. Oops!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;6.30pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;KP came over for dinner. We easily made it through two bottles of wine in preparation for Stonefest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;10pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;Stonefest! Had the pleasure of dancing to Scribe, TV Rock and many others. Also received an immense ego boost after being picked up numerous times. I am ignoring the fact that 90% of those boys were very drunk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;3am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;Came home. Fell asleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;Noon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;Woke up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;2.30pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;Fell back asleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;4.45pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;Played softball. We got smashed by the Demons 14-3. I honestly don't think we played that badly, the were just definitely a much better team. Amusingly, a group of people had set up on the sideline with a keg of beer. It was no one I knew, but I should have gone over and asked for a schooner...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;7.30pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;More Stonefest! Enjoyed listening and dancing to Paul Kelly, Tonk and The Waifs. A bra and a pair of jocks were thrown on stage during The Waifs set. Apparently it was a first for them, and they have been playing together for 15 years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;10.30pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;Went to ED's house for some (more) drinks and a catch up. I only get to see him about twice a year and it's really good when I get the chance. Also caught up with the other guys who were there. We attempted to organise something for New Year's Eve, but we didn't get very far...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;Quite a boring day. Probably should have been studying as my first exam is in a week, but housework and relaxing needed to be done. TJ and I did leave the house to go to the Travel Expo at EPIC. Waste of time. There was not one special on offer. TJ will now have to buy his tickets to America during his lunch half-hour tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PHEW!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747525405138985919-5708629354574396140?l=pippala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippala.blogspot.com/feeds/5708629354574396140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8747525405138985919&amp;postID=5708629354574396140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747525405138985919/posts/default/5708629354574396140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747525405138985919/posts/default/5708629354574396140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippala.blogspot.com/2007/10/what-weekend.html' title='What a weekend!'/><author><name>Pippala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09470561156155313739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8747525405138985919.post-3452870982682239004</id><published>2007-10-16T10:52:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T11:03:54.318+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Job interview'/><title type='text'>Interview at the Family Court</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Had a job interview with Justice Faulks of the Family Court yesterday. Was nervous as all hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Overall: went ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;High point: Having an awesome comeback following my admission that I have never done family law.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Low point: Not having a single question for them but then thinking of about ten as soon as I had walked out the door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Totally off-putting: The fact they did not stop going on about my tae-kwon-do and forensics. They seemed honestly convinced that I could kill someone, hide the body and then frame someone. They were constantly laughing, so I guess that's a good thing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747525405138985919-3452870982682239004?l=pippala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippala.blogspot.com/feeds/3452870982682239004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8747525405138985919&amp;postID=3452870982682239004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747525405138985919/posts/default/3452870982682239004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747525405138985919/posts/default/3452870982682239004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippala.blogspot.com/2007/10/interview-at-family-court.html' title='Interview at the Family Court'/><author><name>Pippala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09470561156155313739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8747525405138985919.post-3944496941832911939</id><published>2007-10-13T23:24:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T23:30:31.074+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Forensics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Murder mystery dinner'/><title type='text'>2007 murder mystery dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The 2007 3rd Annual University of Canberra Forensic Science Society Murder Mystery Dinner was last night. I have run it the past two years, but this year, considering my workload, I delegated the job to someone else. She went with a different format, which was her perogative, but I have to admit, myself and my fellow murder mystery compatriots were very skeptical. We had no reason to be. I believe that last night was a success, heaps of fun and now there is a possibility of the society continuing next year. It was my baby. I was the founder. And the sole driver of events. Because I was graduating I thought I would see it die. But  now it looks like it may continue. My fingers are crossed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747525405138985919-3944496941832911939?l=pippala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippala.blogspot.com/feeds/3944496941832911939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8747525405138985919&amp;postID=3944496941832911939' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747525405138985919/posts/default/3944496941832911939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747525405138985919/posts/default/3944496941832911939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippala.blogspot.com/2007/10/2007-murder-mystery-dinner.html' title='2007 murder mystery dinner'/><author><name>Pippala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09470561156155313739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8747525405138985919.post-4751662893812629343</id><published>2007-10-04T16:28:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T22:09:44.305+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uni count-down'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambling'/><title type='text'>40 days to go...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Didn't it rain for 40 days and 40 nights? That's a bit weird. Wonder if its a sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just in case you cannot read my mind it is 40 days until I finally finish university (assuming I pass everything).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picked up mum from the bus station yesterday. She totally fell in love with Austria - I don't think mum will be have much money left when she finally leaves this earth. By the sound of it she will spend it all on travel. That is pretty cool. What wasn't cool was the state my horrid little brother left the house in for mum to come home to. He is 20 and he has a full time job. It is time he moved out if he cannot even be considerate to his own mother.&lt;br /&gt;And I realise the only people who read this blog are my other brothers. So I'm just letting you know that I love S dearly but he has really shat me off this time. Wished I had taken photos of the house to show you how bad it was. (Maybe exaggerating a tad, but it wasn't acceptable in the slightest). Least mum had something to keep her awake for the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One positive thing - finally got my boss to admit I most likely won't be around next year. She always seems to act as if I would be around forever. It's a great job and they are good people to work with but I need something new. Outside the university. That's scary.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747525405138985919-4751662893812629343?l=pippala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippala.blogspot.com/feeds/4751662893812629343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8747525405138985919&amp;postID=4751662893812629343' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747525405138985919/posts/default/4751662893812629343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747525405138985919/posts/default/4751662893812629343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippala.blogspot.com/2007/10/40-days-to-go.html' title='40 days to go...'/><author><name>Pippala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09470561156155313739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8747525405138985919.post-1461522614690323277</id><published>2007-10-01T16:27:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T16:40:04.620+10:00</updated><title type='text'>My 'dream' house</title><content type='html'>&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;table width=450 style='font-family:Arial; font-size:12px; background-color:#fff; border: solid 1px #000000; color:#000000' align=center cellpadding=0&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;center&gt;Your home is a &lt;h1&gt;Magnate's Manor&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/center&gt;      &lt;table width=440 cellpadding=5 cellspacing=0 style='font-family:Arial; font-size:12px; background-color:#fff; color:#000000'&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; Your kitchen is someplace you never go, because you "have people for that." There's a Chocolatessen, which is rapidly becoming your favorite room of the house. Having one is also becoming a trend among your wealthy neighbors. Your master bedroom is the size of a small barn, with carpet thick enough to reach your ankles. Your study has hardback editions of every classic ever written, plus a special edition of &lt;i&gt;Rich Dad, Poor Dad&lt;/i&gt; with the parts you ghost-authored highlighted. One of your garages holds your collection of ferraris, and is measured in acreage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your home also includes a guest wing and private quarters for your servants. Your guests enjoy your animatronic replica of the cantina at Mos Eisley. Outside is your hedge maze and gardens, meticulously tended by a team of world-class botanists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, you have a pet -- a doberman pincer named "Warren".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is a snippet of the blueprints:      &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;img src='http://www.directhomefind.com/dream-home/images/image.php?topleft=escape_pods&amp;topright=trophy_room&amp;middleright=jedi_arena&amp;bottomright=theater2&amp;bottomleft=garage_xwing'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.directhomefind.com/dream-home' target=_new&gt;Build YOUR Dream House!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747525405138985919-1461522614690323277?l=pippala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippala.blogspot.com/feeds/1461522614690323277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8747525405138985919&amp;postID=1461522614690323277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747525405138985919/posts/default/1461522614690323277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747525405138985919/posts/default/1461522614690323277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippala.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-dream-house.html' title='My &apos;dream&apos; house'/><author><name>Pippala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09470561156155313739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8747525405138985919.post-4223009556961110000</id><published>2007-09-28T18:09:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T18:15:46.706+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambling'/><title type='text'>Reality check</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Almost a month has passed since my last entry. This whole time I have been kidding myself that I have been doing nothing but study and writing my honours paper. In reality I have been doing nothing but procrastinating. I really don't know why I am making it so difficult for myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I got back from Coffs and about 5 days later I went away again for a week to Merry Beach Caravan Resort (nice) with the intention of doing nothing but study. I did actually do a fair bit of study in this week but no real work on my papers, which of course should be the priority at the moment. I find it quite funny when I'm procrastinating from my honours paper by doing my weekly homework. I have found a way to partake in productive procrastination.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Found out during the week that I really have nothing to complain about, and anything that I feel I want to complain about, is just self-inflicted. C, my thoughts and prayers are with you. And you have my uterus for nine months if you need it in the future. Take care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747525405138985919-4223009556961110000?l=pippala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippala.blogspot.com/feeds/4223009556961110000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8747525405138985919&amp;postID=4223009556961110000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747525405138985919/posts/default/4223009556961110000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747525405138985919/posts/default/4223009556961110000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippala.blogspot.com/2007/09/reality-check.html' title='Reality check'/><author><name>Pippala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09470561156155313739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8747525405138985919.post-8553217424568600650</id><published>2007-09-05T15:56:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T16:21:27.336+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relatives'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>My holiday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;I have just spent a very fun week in Coffs Harbour (read Bellingen and Nambucca Heads). Well, most of it was fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;I spent the first couple of days (Wed-Sat) with my cousin, M. She is not really my cousin, she is more like my 5th cousin, but that doesn't matter. We are about the same age and although we don't see each other very much, we are more like sisters when we do get together. In fact, I believe she has every intention of introducing me as her sister at her wedding next year, which is fine with me; I have always wanted a sister.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;Anyway, I got to play with her six-month old daughter most of the time I was with them. This was really fun during the day, but the poor tyke is teething, therefore cried most of the night and Auntie Pippa's room was right next the baby's room, wasn't it! The first night was the worst. I guess it wasn't so bad, I am just really glad I don't have children. Yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;The second half of my holiday (Sat-Tues) I spent with my Aunt, P. Unfortunately on Thursday Nana had fallen and broken her hip, so each morning P and I went into Coffs Base Hospital to see her. She really is a trooper. I mean, she has dementia, so every morning we had to remind her that she was in hospital and we had to remind her that she had fallen and broken her hip, but she hardly complained, and was a lot more lucid than last time I went to visit. She even called me by name one morning and that has not happened for years. It's hard seeing Nana getting more and more dependent, and I think P is getting very tired. It can't be easy having to put your life on hold to look after your mum. She can't even really find time to spend with her grandchildren. It would be ideal if everyone could move to Nambucca Heads and help P look after Nana until she passes away. But wouldn't life be perfect in an ideal world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;Of course we did other things. We treated ourselves to a very nice lunch followed by Gelati, we went for a very long walk around the head lands with my Aunt's partner C and we spent a lot of time just browsing in shops for nothing in particular. I got a chance to show her the dress that M has picked out for her bridesmaids. It's a very simple but elegant dress in a green colour that I can best describe as being slightly darker than emerald. So perfect for me. I hope the other bridesmaids agree. We also talked a lot about everything - past and present. We talked about Nana's two husbands - Granddad died two weeks before P got married (when she was 20!) and Pop died before I was old enough to remember. We talked about how different the whole family is; about my future, her future, what her kids have been up to. Just everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;I got home at 4.30 yesterday and after a bit of a nap at home, mum and I went out to dinner at Rocksalt in Hawker. Very nice restaurant with great food but boy was it expensive! I started asking mum the same questions I had asked P to get a different perspective - but they were mostly the same. And then this morning my mum left to go to England (via Bangkok and Vienna) to have a long overdue holiday and to see my brother A who moved there at the beginning of this year. Hope she is ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747525405138985919-8553217424568600650?l=pippala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippala.blogspot.com/feeds/8553217424568600650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8747525405138985919&amp;postID=8553217424568600650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747525405138985919/posts/default/8553217424568600650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747525405138985919/posts/default/8553217424568600650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippala.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-holiday.html' title='My holiday'/><author><name>Pippala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09470561156155313739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8747525405138985919.post-1319104196178098551</id><published>2007-08-19T17:24:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T17:31:14.451+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Studying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambling'/><title type='text'>Procrastinating again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;I just wrote a post about how bad I feel about not getting my research project done. And then somehow deleted it. Considering how bad I feel, I probably shouldn't re-write it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747525405138985919-1319104196178098551?l=pippala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippala.blogspot.com/feeds/1319104196178098551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8747525405138985919&amp;postID=1319104196178098551' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747525405138985919/posts/default/1319104196178098551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747525405138985919/posts/default/1319104196178098551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippala.blogspot.com/2007/08/procrastinating-again.html' title='Procrastinating again'/><author><name>Pippala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09470561156155313739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8747525405138985919.post-4492609171040308943</id><published>2007-08-08T14:54:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T15:02:13.082+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's who of getting married</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;My brother in England just posted that he is coming home in January. Hooray! I really miss him some days. He used to work at the uni where I study and it was nice to have someone close by to talk to when I needed someone (and to buy me lunch).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also mentioned that he will be coming to Australia again in July, but it sounds like that will be a short trip specifically for a wedding in Brisbane. I was wondering if I could organise to be up in Brisbane that week/weekend so I could see him again, but then it got me thinking about the number of wedding I have next year. Already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April - friend from Rangers is getting married. Not entirely sure if I'm invited as she did suggest awhile ago it was going to be small - but there will be time spent at the hens night and after party and of course money spent on presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June - I am a bridesmaid for an ex-housemate. I am excited for two reasons. One - I get to be a bridesmaid and two - it will be in Thailand. How awesome! Really hope T and I can get a decent amount of time off to have a mini holiday before or after the wedding. My question is: if you go to Thailand for the wedding - where do you go for the honeymoon? :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August - I am maid of honour for my cousin. This will be very exciting and an awesome chance to catch up with family. I'm actually going to see my cousin in a couple of weeks and I am postive I will be sick of wedding talk by the end of my trip. :-D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747525405138985919-4492609171040308943?l=pippala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippala.blogspot.com/feeds/4492609171040308943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8747525405138985919&amp;postID=4492609171040308943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747525405138985919/posts/default/4492609171040308943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747525405138985919/posts/default/4492609171040308943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippala.blogspot.com/2007/08/whos-who-of-getting-married.html' title='Who&apos;s who of getting married'/><author><name>Pippala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09470561156155313739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8747525405138985919.post-4432668764121615930</id><published>2007-08-02T17:47:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T17:53:42.930+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambling'/><title type='text'>My legs are sore from gym class - stupid body pump</title><content type='html'>But now for something completely different...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My colleague organised a symposium for today that was related to my honours topic so I helped her for an invite for the dinner tonight. Now, this may not sound too exciting, but this is what this job at uni is all about. The net-working baby. One of the visiting scholars who presented today works at RMIT and is officially (as employed by RMIT) as an associate professor of computer games. How awesome is that? But he has done some amazing stuff in his career. His website is pretty comprehensive - even includes his philosophy on teaching. Just in case you want to check it out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.drdee.dsc.rmit.edu.au/index.html"&gt;http://www.drdee.dsc.rmit.edu.au/index.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And do think it's bad if in the past 6 months, someone you call a friend has made you cry more often than you have had fun together?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, do you think it's bad if someone thinks they are a really bad friend, but then blames those friends for making them feel this way?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747525405138985919-4432668764121615930?l=pippala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippala.blogspot.com/feeds/4432668764121615930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8747525405138985919&amp;postID=4432668764121615930' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747525405138985919/posts/default/4432668764121615930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747525405138985919/posts/default/4432668764121615930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippala.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-legs-are-sore-from-gym-class-stupid.html' title='My legs are sore from gym class - stupid body pump'/><author><name>Pippala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09470561156155313739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8747525405138985919.post-5817413362478060900</id><published>2007-07-28T09:04:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T09:11:03.572+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Exercise'/><title type='text'>Exercise time!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;Went to the snow on Wednesday. Tried to learn how to snowboard. I am still so sore all over. I must have fallen done a hundred times, seriously. I think I have an obsession of throwing myself to the ground. :-D  But it was a really good day, blue sky, sunshine, not too cold. No, I didn't get sunburnt.  Have to go again soon though. Must conquer the snowboard!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;Also started going to gym classes yesterday. Snowboarding made me realise how unfit and unflexible I have become. Really made me miss TKD days. Anyway, tried body balance yesterday which is a combination of pilates, yoga and tai chi. Thought something slow would be better considering how sore I am. It was really good and left me feeling so relaxed. Unfortunately didn't last long due to a phone call from a 'friend', but that's a different story. Anyway going to go to body balance again on Monday and going to try body pump on Tuesday which is, I think, weights to music. We will see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747525405138985919-5817413362478060900?l=pippala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippala.blogspot.com/feeds/5817413362478060900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8747525405138985919&amp;postID=5817413362478060900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747525405138985919/posts/default/5817413362478060900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747525405138985919/posts/default/5817413362478060900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippala.blogspot.com/2007/07/exercise-time.html' title='Exercise time!!!'/><author><name>Pippala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09470561156155313739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8747525405138985919.post-2886277638141695626</id><published>2007-07-21T14:47:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T15:15:26.342+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stupid'/><title type='text'>This time blame my brother</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;1. Leave me a comment saying anything random, like your favorite lyric to your current favorite song. Or your favorite kind of sandwich. Something random. Whatever you like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I respond by asking you five questions so I can get to know you better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. You update your blog with the answers to the questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Include this explanation and offer to ask someone else in the post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. When others comment asking to be asked, ask them five questions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Questions from nodandsmile:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1) I'm not entirely certain that is what the myth is intended to suggest, although 'tis funny. You need money, quite a bit, very very quickly. What body part would you sell? And blood won't get enough cash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Thats an easy one.  One of my kidneys. Add that to money I get for blood, and I should be right. Hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;Of course if we are talking about physical body parts...I think I would prefer to do without a leg than an arm.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) A mythical entity decides, for some inscrutable reasoning, to become your life coach. Which entity, and why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa Claus. He could help me to remain constantly cheerful and teach me to give without feeling jealous if I don't receive.&lt;br /&gt;Plus he must have a whole lot of handy hints about breaking into houses.&lt;br /&gt;And I like reindeer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3) Assuming no limits but only one choice, what would you change with yourself? With the world?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boobs. I'd like them to be just a little bigger.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously? I'd really like to be a little less self-critical.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where to start to even consider only one thing to change about the world. I think I would change people's dependence on oil-based products - hence effecting environment, greed, poverty (maybe) and well, almost everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4) Plot device time machine, which e_e has improved and lent but you can only travel in periods previous to the present. You've only got it for so long, and please ignore the contradiction. What is the single time/person you'd visit? Would you change anything?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So many options. I have always thought it would be cool to meet Cleopatra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5) Which is your favourite pocket monster?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Would you believe me if I said I really don't remember any? I remember they were small, and plastic and that my brothers had heaps, but that's as far as my memory goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Questions from Fitzcaelte:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;1. If your new job was exactly what you wanted, but you found out it meant you couldn't leave the country, would you take it? Even if turning it down meant that career path was closed for good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Yikes. That's a scary prospect.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately (maybe) I don't think I will believe that a job is exactly what I want until I have experienced it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;2. You're offered a year's supply of chocolate, thing is, you have to eat at least one large block a day, would you take it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Could I share that large block? Or do I alone have to eat the whole block. I could do it, I think, but I don't think it would be worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Your party is running out of fairy bread, would you rush off to the shops to get more or stay and party it up without fairy bread?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Well, I have left my own party before to get more grog, so yeah, if we were running out of fairy bread I would leave to get more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; 4. You'd offered a place in what is the latest and greatest virtual reality world machine, problem is, you might get stuck in there. Would you do it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:78%;" &gt; 5. One of your brothers does something majorly illegal and runs from the police. 5 years later out of the blue, he contacts you, what do you do?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Tell him he is a stupid idiot for not coming to me in the first place, (cos by that time I will be one of the world class criminal lawyers) and tell him that he needs to face the music.  I would not report him though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747525405138985919-2886277638141695626?l=pippala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippala.blogspot.com/feeds/2886277638141695626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8747525405138985919&amp;postID=2886277638141695626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747525405138985919/posts/default/2886277638141695626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747525405138985919/posts/default/2886277638141695626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippala.blogspot.com/2007/07/this-time-blame-my-brother.html' title='This time blame my brother'/><author><name>Pippala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09470561156155313739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8747525405138985919.post-7041217909010341003</id><published>2007-07-10T23:09:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T23:26:47.603+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambling'/><title type='text'>Count down</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;Do you ever have days at work where you have absolutely no motivation to get anything done? When I have days like that I get worried because I only work part time, so how bad will I be when I finally start working full time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;I should really start looking for a job. 18 weeks left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747525405138985919-7041217909010341003?l=pippala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippala.blogspot.com/feeds/7041217909010341003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8747525405138985919&amp;postID=7041217909010341003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747525405138985919/posts/default/7041217909010341003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747525405138985919/posts/default/7041217909010341003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippala.blogspot.com/2007/07/count-down.html' title='Count down'/><author><name>Pippala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09470561156155313739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8747525405138985919.post-2431061964948783358</id><published>2007-07-07T23:12:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T23:19:57.383+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie review'/><title type='text'>Today like any other day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Don't you hate bad decisions. Did a load of washing Friday morning cos it looked sunny. Clothes were probably dry Friday night but decided not to bring them in. Has rained almost constantly since. *Sigh!* Resigned to house looking like a wash house yet again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Saw Shrek 3 last night. Disappointing. Although who would have thought that ogre babies could be cute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Today has been a rather lazy day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Signed a new lease for our place at 11am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Had coffee and cake with friends at 3pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Pretended to do study for the times in between.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Actually watched about 10 episodes of Scrubs. Oops.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747525405138985919-2431061964948783358?l=pippala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippala.blogspot.com/feeds/2431061964948783358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8747525405138985919&amp;postID=2431061964948783358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747525405138985919/posts/default/2431061964948783358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747525405138985919/posts/default/2431061964948783358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippala.blogspot.com/2007/07/today-like-any-other-day.html' title='Today like any other day'/><author><name>Pippala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09470561156155313739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8747525405138985919.post-3717907038063517785</id><published>2007-06-29T11:26:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T12:01:19.795+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stupid'/><title type='text'>I've been tagged</title><content type='html'>&lt;a name="1987905448804877321"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#663366;"&gt;Bloody Ali.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#663366;"&gt;I don't read people's blogs very often, but after not getting a chance for ages due to exams I read Ali's blog and look what she goes and does. Tags me. Cheers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Here are the rules:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#663366;"&gt;1. I have to post these rules before I give you the facts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#663366;"&gt;2. Each player starts with eight random facts/habits about themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#663366;"&gt;3. People who are tagged need to write their own blog about their eight things and post these rules.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#663366;"&gt;4. At the end of your blog, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#663366;"&gt;5. Don't forget to leave them a comment telling them they're tagged, and to read your blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;About me:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#663366;"&gt;1. I have to turn lights or computer monitors off before I leave a room. I guess this really started seriously due to a certain 'green' orientated work colleague. But unless you are going to walk back into the room less than 5 seconds later, no matter what sort of bulb, you are saving electricity by turning it off!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#663366;"&gt;2. I can fall asleep just about anywhere, as long as it's warm. Numerous occassions I have fallen asleep during a 10 minute car ride to the shops (while a passenger of course!). Lecture theatres are also favourite places to get a quick nap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#663366;"&gt;3. On the same topic, I still swear that cat naps (aka nana naps) are the best thing. If I get a 15 minute nap in at about 3pm then I am bright and chirpy for the rest of the day. Of course, for you full-timers, this is really only possible if you have your own office. (Unless you don't mind your work mates having a bit of a giggle at your expense!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#663366;"&gt;4. I can talk myself out of any purchase for myself. Probably originating from never really having the money to be too extravagant as well as that little guilty nagging voice that lets me know loud and clear that I really don't need it and I should instead keep the money for any impending expense I having calculated for. This is sad and I am trying to break myself out of the habit, but I haven't managed it yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#663366;"&gt;5. On the other hand I have absolutely no problem spending my last dollars on family or friends. What stops me from buying in this scenario is the honest belief that I do not actually know said friend and that they will not like the gift I want to buy them, or that they already have it, etc, etc. So if you never recieve a birthday present from me it is because I am so terrified about getting you something you won't like that I just don't get you anything at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#663366;"&gt;6. I am willing to try most nutella and 'something' sandwhich combinations. The best so far is nutella and peanut butter sandwhiches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#663366;"&gt;7. Other peoples fingernail and toenail cuttings freak me out. I only know this because I used to work in a pathology lab.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#663366;"&gt;8. My colleague just pointed out that I tend to make piles. Lots of piles. Not necessarily neat ones. Currently I have 8 seperate piles on my desk. It may look like mess to some, but I call it my filing system... =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;People I'm tagging&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#663366;"&gt;I am very much like Ali in the case that I doubt 8 people read my blog. So no, I do not expect any of these people to even know that they have been tagged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#663366;"&gt;1. Megan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#663366;"&gt;2. Matthew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#663366;"&gt;3. Tony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#663366;"&gt;4. Adam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#663366;"&gt;5. Sarah (which one? Take your pick!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#663366;"&gt;6. Ali? Can I tag you back?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#663366;"&gt;7. That's it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747525405138985919-3717907038063517785?l=pippala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippala.blogspot.com/feeds/3717907038063517785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8747525405138985919&amp;postID=3717907038063517785' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747525405138985919/posts/default/3717907038063517785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747525405138985919/posts/default/3717907038063517785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippala.blogspot.com/2007/06/ive-been-tagged.html' title='I&apos;ve been tagged'/><author><name>Pippala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09470561156155313739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8747525405138985919.post-2526121297881684792</id><published>2007-04-23T11:27:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T11:51:02.057+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Another tragedy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;Another gun massacre in an American univeristy, Virginia Tech, last week (April 16). 32 dead. My brothers reckon that there will need to be a tradgedy 4 times this size for anything to be done about the legislation there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;Did you know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;Australia has had (at least) five shooting massacres. There were four between 1984 and 1991, in each case 7 people were killed. The fifth was the Port Arthur massacre on April 28, 1996 where 35 people were killed. There have been none (I don't think) since the new gun laws which were enacted very soon after Port Arthur.  In fact today about 350 fewer Australians die each year from gun wounds compared to the situation in the 1970' and 1980's. Thank god I live in Australia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.guncontrol.org.au/"&gt;http://www.guncontrol.org.au/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747525405138985919-2526121297881684792?l=pippala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippala.blogspot.com/feeds/2526121297881684792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8747525405138985919&amp;postID=2526121297881684792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747525405138985919/posts/default/2526121297881684792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747525405138985919/posts/default/2526121297881684792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippala.blogspot.com/2007/04/another-tragedy.html' title='Another tragedy'/><author><name>Pippala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09470561156155313739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8747525405138985919.post-6046099168848788300</id><published>2007-04-15T16:02:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T16:14:50.422+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outrage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Studying'/><title type='text'>Endangered species</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;This technological age is causing more than animals and plant species to die out. Did you know you can't get a mp3 player with AM radio. Ok, I don't listen to AM, but my mum does and although she loves music, she gets sick of it and sometimes just wants to listen to the radio. What happens if they start making radios without AM frequency? - Old people nationally will have nothing to listen to except FM106.3! (Not that I'm saying your old mum!) I think this is an outrage and would do something about it if I could be bothered. Of course, I can't and have already procrastinated enough today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I have four assignments due within the next 3 weeks: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;1) Human Rights presentation and paper. I have chosen the topic of a right to an Adequate Standard of Living. The outline is due Thursday week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;2) Litigation and Dispute Resolution Essay - No idea. Due Monday week. Should probably start soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;3) Research Project proposal - probably due four weeks ago. Done all the reading for it I think, just need to define the question to soemthing I can write 3000-6ooo words on. It will either be about the 'CSI effect' (media influences on juries) or influence of visual evidence on juries during a trial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;4) Honours proposal - although I don't technically start my honours til next semester (July) I have to write the proposal as part of the subject Advanced Legal Research and Writing. Bit of a bullshit subject really, but I am learning stuff that I wished I had learnt back in first year. *SIGH* The topic of my honours is definitely about the latter topic mentioned in assignment 3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Better go get started, huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747525405138985919-6046099168848788300?l=pippala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippala.blogspot.com/feeds/6046099168848788300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8747525405138985919&amp;postID=6046099168848788300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747525405138985919/posts/default/6046099168848788300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747525405138985919/posts/default/6046099168848788300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippala.blogspot.com/2007/04/endangered-species.html' title='Endangered species'/><author><name>Pippala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09470561156155313739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8747525405138985919.post-392294322998358232</id><published>2007-04-07T16:38:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T16:56:12.275+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad habits</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;For those who know me well, you will know that I am a serial procrastinator. For example; recently I have been telling many people that I'm behind in schoolwork but if I really concentrate over the next couple of weekends I'll be fine. Of course, the reality is that I'm not going to do anything until the deadline is nice and close. Somehow I have spent the last two days, one of which being Good Friday public holiday, not doing schoolwork - and not doing much else either. My excuse to myself is that I've been getting the house organised - so that everything is neat and where I want it - but I could keep myself busy for the next couple of months rearranging and organising stuff. The truth is I cannot work without serious pressure - and I have a feeling that this is going to be severly detrimental when I finally get into the workforce. Something else that is looming closer and closer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;EDIT: &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;BTW - was so totally in over my head at band. I think I maybe blew 3 notes all night... =(  Might wait a couple of weeks (and stop squeaking) before I go back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747525405138985919-392294322998358232?l=pippala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippala.blogspot.com/feeds/392294322998358232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8747525405138985919&amp;postID=392294322998358232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747525405138985919/posts/default/392294322998358232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747525405138985919/posts/default/392294322998358232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippala.blogspot.com/2007/04/bad-habits.html' title='Bad habits'/><author><name>Pippala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09470561156155313739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8747525405138985919.post-5543292456232679214</id><published>2007-04-03T14:56:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T15:49:46.730+10:00</updated><title type='text'>My, how time has flown and how things have changed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. T and I have moved in together - HOORAY!!!! M moved out two weeks ago, and yes, she will be missed, but then T moved in the same weekend. Things are cushy at the moment - give it another couple of months. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. I am now a supervisor at work. We have a very close deadline which is looming closer and closer, so my boss hired two lovely ladies to come help me - but that means I have to tell them what to do!!! It's kinda scary, but no complaints yet.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. I have started playing clarinet again. Well, only just. I have borrowed one from a friend of a friend on Friday and have at least managed to make a decent noise since then. Took me forever to work out f sharp - and if you know woodwind fingering at all, that's a bit sad. But I start band tonight - should be interesting.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Something that hasn't changed...I'm behind in readings for class and leaving my assignments til the last minute. I have to be consistent somewhere in my life!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747525405138985919-5543292456232679214?l=pippala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippala.blogspot.com/feeds/5543292456232679214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8747525405138985919&amp;postID=5543292456232679214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747525405138985919/posts/default/5543292456232679214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747525405138985919/posts/default/5543292456232679214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippala.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-how-time-has-flown-and-how-things.html' title='My, how time has flown and how things have changed'/><author><name>Pippala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09470561156155313739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8747525405138985919.post-8125299117449669988</id><published>2007-03-06T14:11:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T14:21:10.303+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relatives'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babies'/><title type='text'>Two weeks old and beautiful</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C-cO0XJZzhY/RezdyUD96WI/AAAAAAAAAAg/zBrfmsLTwQA/s1600-h/Holly.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038645939569289570" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C-cO0XJZzhY/RezdyUD96WI/AAAAAAAAAAg/zBrfmsLTwQA/s200/Holly.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;It's been almost a month since my last post but I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;have been incredibly busy at work, I keep going &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;away on the weekends and then there is that study thing that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I should be fitting in somewhere. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;This is a photo of my cousins new baby girl - Holly Rose, she was born on Monday 19th Feb and this photo was taken one or two days after. I get to go visit her in two weeks and I can't wait! I just can't believe she will already be a month old when I finally get to meet her. Welcome to the world little one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747525405138985919-8125299117449669988?l=pippala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippala.blogspot.com/feeds/8125299117449669988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8747525405138985919&amp;postID=8125299117449669988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747525405138985919/posts/default/8125299117449669988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747525405138985919/posts/default/8125299117449669988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippala.blogspot.com/2007/03/two-weeks-old-and-beautiful.html' title='Two weeks old and beautiful'/><author><name>Pippala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09470561156155313739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C-cO0XJZzhY/RezdyUD96WI/AAAAAAAAAAg/zBrfmsLTwQA/s72-c/Holly.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8747525405138985919.post-6680913103692174817</id><published>2007-02-14T10:56:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T11:11:12.024+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The commercialism of the Western world</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Every year I proclaim I hate valentine's day and swear not to do anything and every year I find myself doing something special for T. It's not that I'm against doing something for him, I just wish people, and men in particular, didn't need a date every year to remind them to do something special for the person, or people, they love.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031175687612225378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C-cO0XJZzhY/RdJToa61V2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/XEVtOioRYQA/s320/IMG_0049%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747525405138985919-6680913103692174817?l=pippala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippala.blogspot.com/feeds/6680913103692174817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8747525405138985919&amp;postID=6680913103692174817' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747525405138985919/posts/default/6680913103692174817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747525405138985919/posts/default/6680913103692174817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippala.blogspot.com/2007/02/commercialism-of-western-world.html' title='The commercialism of the Western world'/><author><name>Pippala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09470561156155313739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C-cO0XJZzhY/RdJToa61V2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/XEVtOioRYQA/s72-c/IMG_0049%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8747525405138985919.post-750372460016722604</id><published>2007-02-11T22:17:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T16:46:28.173+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stripe'/><title type='text'>Movie Review Time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Ok. So I hired 5 recent release movies on Thursday so I had a reason not to do anything this weekend except sit on the couch and do cross stitch, and although this was really quite relaxing, boy I choose some crap! movies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;1. I have wanted to see Memoirs of a Geisha for quite some time now, as I absolutely love the book. I was happy that they mostly kept with the storyline but the book is so much better. Not all that surprising.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;2. Pride and Prejudice - I was curious to see how well they did condensing this story into two hours. I of course have seen the 5 hour BBC version too many times, so this one starring Keira Knightly just didn't do it for me. I reckon too much of the crucial character building was left out and even some of the major themes of the novel were completely missed, and yes, I have read the book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;3. American Dreamz starring Hugh Grant and Mandy Moore. Crap. Somewhat unique, although I am not an avid movie goer so there may be lots similar out there that I just haven't seen, but not funny and fairly predictable. Up to the end anyway. Very, very odd ending.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;4. Click starring Adam Sandler. Beginning was very funny (about 20 minutes) and then it wasn't. Ending was surprisingly dramatic and almost (but not quite) brought a tear. Kinda feel good but after the crapness not worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;5. Syriana. T's choice. I think we started watching it too late at night - it needs a lot of concentration which we couldn't give it so we didn't ever get to the end. Will have to give this one another go when I'm up for something fairly serious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;For the first two - if you haven't read the book (or seen the mini-series) you might like it. The second two - don't even bother and as for the last one - who knows? If you disagree let me know...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I would just like to put a note in here that my boss's cat Stripe died on Wednesday. It's kinda weird, I only got to know him the week I got to housesit but I was still really sad. He was 15 so he lived a good life and was totally spoilt I have no doubt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747525405138985919-750372460016722604?l=pippala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippala.blogspot.com/feeds/750372460016722604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8747525405138985919&amp;postID=750372460016722604' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747525405138985919/posts/default/750372460016722604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747525405138985919/posts/default/750372460016722604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippala.blogspot.com/2007/02/movie-review-time.html' title='Movie Review Time!'/><author><name>Pippala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09470561156155313739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8747525405138985919.post-7585482338786060845</id><published>2007-02-05T16:31:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T16:46:28.209+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't worry about what people think, they don't do it very often</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Had our first day of filming today. Went ok. It's funny how the people I expected to be good in front of the camera weren't and vice versa. I guess I always forget to take into consideration the things I don't know about a person...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;For those who don't know, my honours supervisor is running a project in June which will involveshowing 3 variants of 2 films to over 200 people in lots of 12 (jury size groups) to see their responses on different types of evidence shown in a court room. I get to use the results of this project for my honours, after organising the whole thing. Good on the resume tho, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh, and the cast for the films? Mostly law staff/lecturers. hmmm......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747525405138985919-7585482338786060845?l=pippala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippala.blogspot.com/feeds/7585482338786060845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8747525405138985919&amp;postID=7585482338786060845' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747525405138985919/posts/default/7585482338786060845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747525405138985919/posts/default/7585482338786060845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippala.blogspot.com/2007/02/dont-worry-about-what-people-think-they.html' title='Don&apos;t worry about what people think, they don&apos;t do it very often'/><author><name>Pippala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09470561156155313739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8747525405138985919.post-2948845984154655289</id><published>2007-02-04T14:11:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T14:26:40.941+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The Secret is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Last night we got home late after being at a friend's birthday drinks and we decided to see what was on telly. We flicked onto a show called The Secret and it was basically trying to define the secret of life by showing snippits from multiple interviews. The range of careers of these 'philosophers' was quite extensive and included writers, physicists, visionaries and psychologists but what was blatantly obvious to me was that they were all raised in Western society and they were all american. It made me wonder how balanced this view about the meaning of life was, although what they were all saying was logical and made sense but was it possible they were missing out some vital element that just doesn't exist in everyday Western society?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Whether you decide that you can do it, or that you can't, either way you are correct" - Henry Ford&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747525405138985919-2948845984154655289?l=pippala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippala.blogspot.com/feeds/2948845984154655289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8747525405138985919&amp;postID=2948845984154655289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747525405138985919/posts/default/2948845984154655289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747525405138985919/posts/default/2948845984154655289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippala.blogspot.com/2007/02/secret-is.html' title='The Secret is...'/><author><name>Pippala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09470561156155313739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8747525405138985919.post-7741478594661141948</id><published>2007-01-19T14:30:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T15:32:27.905+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambling'/><title type='text'>Tears</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;My brother left for England on Wednesday. Sniff sniff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;I have also got multiple pieces of other sad news over the last couple of days. Are people of the age of 22 meant to know what to say to someone when its all bad news? The only thing I know how to do is give hugs - and even that feels pretty useless sometimes. And the coping part - I don't cope well with feeling useless. Well I don't feel like I'm coping... could be the bad news - could be something else...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;Yikes - how am I going to cope when I finally have to deal with really bad news?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747525405138985919-7741478594661141948?l=pippala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippala.blogspot.com/feeds/7741478594661141948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8747525405138985919&amp;postID=7741478594661141948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747525405138985919/posts/default/7741478594661141948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747525405138985919/posts/default/7741478594661141948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippala.blogspot.com/2007/01/tears.html' title='Tears'/><author><name>Pippala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09470561156155313739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8747525405138985919.post-6233886655744693270</id><published>2007-01-12T16:27:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T16:33:14.840+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Who knew that I could be wrong...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;Well, I was proved wrong yesterday. Sort of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;T got a job at an accounting firm in Belconnen. He submitted an application to them, they called up 45 minutes later asking for an interview, he attended the interview yesterday and started work today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;I was proved 'wrong' because I honestly thought that someone with as little experience in the field as T would have a hell of a time getting a job... so its not that I thought he &lt;u&gt;wouldn't&lt;/u&gt; get a job, I just thought it would take more than two weeks...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Let me just clarify that I am ecstatic for him; really, honestly happy. And he looks so hot in a suit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747525405138985919-6233886655744693270?l=pippala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippala.blogspot.com/feeds/6233886655744693270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8747525405138985919&amp;postID=6233886655744693270' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747525405138985919/posts/default/6233886655744693270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747525405138985919/posts/default/6233886655744693270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippala.blogspot.com/2007/01/who-knew-that-i-could-be-wrong.html' title='Who knew that I could be wrong...'/><author><name>Pippala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09470561156155313739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8747525405138985919.post-888320449813920083</id><published>2007-01-06T14:31:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T14:37:23.110+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Admin Law'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer school'/><title type='text'>Should be studying...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mmmmm, samosas..... yummy little pockets of mouth-scorching goodness!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have started summer school. Boy, was that a bad choice. Classes are Wed and Friday nights 5-9pm and then Saturday morning from 9.30-1.30. Hmmmm, no going out on Friday night for me for the next couple of weeks. And I have decided I don't like mature aged students - they seem determined to prove the lecturer wrong on every point by feigning confusion. Ok, so they may actually be confused on some of the points but for the last four years if I haven't understood something I will go away and read about it and if I still don't get it I will then ask the lecturer - and not in class time!!! These next 40 hours of administration law are going to be painful enough without the 'graduate' students extending it to 60 hours.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HMPH!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747525405138985919-888320449813920083?l=pippala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippala.blogspot.com/feeds/888320449813920083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8747525405138985919&amp;postID=888320449813920083' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747525405138985919/posts/default/888320449813920083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747525405138985919/posts/default/888320449813920083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippala.blogspot.com/2007/01/should-be-studying.html' title='Should be studying...'/><author><name>Pippala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09470561156155313739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8747525405138985919.post-1953589979724324527</id><published>2007-01-04T11:46:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T12:04:04.082+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Housesitting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New years eve'/><title type='text'>Housesitting</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;New Year's eve. I wanted to stay at home. No such luck. Instead I dropped T off at one party and on my way to another got caught in the biggest storm I reckon Belco's ever had. I was so freaked out. Stopped in some stranger's driveway wishing I was not alone in the car with bottle of peach vodka to myself. The rain and hail did eventually subside but next New Years I'm picking one party and staying there. It was great seeing the girls (will attempt to add photos later) and we all looked so pretty! But there is something about being able to kiss your honey as you go into the new year. Let's ignore the fact that this year, we completely missed the count down. Oops!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Am currently house and pet-sitting for my UC boss. It's a lovely house with a gorgeous solar-heated pool and a HUGE garden. A garden that I am somehow meant to water between the hours of 7-10am and 7-10pm (odd days only) while working from 8am and then having summer school from 5-9pm. Does anyone else see a problem with this? Sorry for the rant but I'm just desperately praying that the garden survives til the weekend. YAY for sprinklers!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am sure that everyone has had the experience of meeting someone in a social situation (or even just at the supermarket or wherever) with the other person 'recognising' you but unsure of where from, and you have absolutely no recollection. This rarely happens to me as I have a fairly good head for names and faces but a couple of weeks ago I met a girl from work's b/f and he knew both T and me. Not a clue where from. T reckoned he looked familiar, but me - not a thing. Got a msg from that  girl yesterday saying that her b/f remembered that he knew us from Jacaranda (summer holiday work). Still no clue. I just cannot believe that I have absolutely no memory of this guy. Am I already going senile??? I'm only 22!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747525405138985919-1953589979724324527?l=pippala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippala.blogspot.com/feeds/1953589979724324527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8747525405138985919&amp;postID=1953589979724324527' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747525405138985919/posts/default/1953589979724324527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747525405138985919/posts/default/1953589979724324527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippala.blogspot.com/2007/01/housesitting.html' title='Housesitting'/><author><name>Pippala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09470561156155313739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8747525405138985919.post-4397344957855009741</id><published>2006-12-26T18:24:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T12:07:44.433+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Boxing Day is a wonderful day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;color:#663366;"&gt;Well, T and I survived yesterday. We both had lunch with his family and then moved to my mum's place to have dinner with my family. I felt like I was the only one eating during lunchtime, T's family had had a late breakfast and weren't particularly hungry. Also, his mum had bought these huge prawns, about 15 of them, and T and I were the only ones eating them... His mum is a vegetarian and his dad and sister don't particularly like seafood. Oh well, couldn't let them go to waste...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;color:#663366;"&gt;Dinner was the usual loud affair. I'm used to it and I think T is becoming accustomed to it thankfully. But there was plenty of conversation and I believe that my brothers appreciated their shirts and tie/perfume from Vietnam. Except one of them. But he never says much, so you can never be sure. Mum thought he was cranky just before he left, but he seemed fine to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;color:#663366;"&gt;I got an awesome BBQ set from mum, to go with my new (but actually very old) BBQ from A. I also got some sheets from M and a gorgeous reversible top from S. I challenged S to buy me clothes and he did a lot better than I thought he would. Mum and I went out shopping today for the rest of my present and I just bought a whole heap of clothes and jewellery. I can never have enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;color:#663366;"&gt;Apart from that, cricket, more prawns and not much else today. I do like Boxing Day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747525405138985919-4397344957855009741?l=pippala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippala.blogspot.com/feeds/4397344957855009741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8747525405138985919&amp;postID=4397344957855009741' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747525405138985919/posts/default/4397344957855009741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747525405138985919/posts/default/4397344957855009741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippala.blogspot.com/2006/12/boxing-day-is-wonderful-day.html' title='Boxing Day is a wonderful day'/><author><name>Pippala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09470561156155313739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8747525405138985919.post-6551970958818655358</id><published>2006-12-25T11:09:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T11:10:51.292+11:00</updated><title type='text'>MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!!!</title><content type='html'>Hope everyone is spending today surrounded by family, too much food and drink and lots of happiness. (and all the pressies you asked santa for).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747525405138985919-6551970958818655358?l=pippala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippala.blogspot.com/feeds/6551970958818655358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8747525405138985919&amp;postID=6551970958818655358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747525405138985919/posts/default/6551970958818655358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747525405138985919/posts/default/6551970958818655358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippala.blogspot.com/2006/12/merry-christmas-everyone.html' title='MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!!!'/><author><name>Pippala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09470561156155313739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8747525405138985919.post-4357615835637973541</id><published>2006-12-24T19:20:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T12:09:14.448+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Not how I had hoped</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ok, so the idea of a blog to document my travels overseas didn't exactly pan out the way I had hoped. For those who haven't already dissed me for not updating my blog since I got to Singapore - not one computer in Vietnam would even let me view my own blog, much less sign in to post. So there! (And you are going to have to just ignore the fact I've been back for two weeks. Myspace has some of the photos from the trip and I can back-date entries, so I might write up some of my travel journal entries. Only if I get really bored mind you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;This is definitely the christmas season - As of tomorrow I will have been to 6 christmas parties in four days. Silly me got wasted at the first one, so the two since have been a little bit slower. The first party was with my 'Hawker friends'. We drank lots of cocktails, ate too much food and sat in the spa all night. It was so good to catch up with everyone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;The second party was just lunch at my UC boss's house and the third was dinner with my ranger girls. I have to admit I do love giving presents. The bit I hate is agonising over what to get everyone. So don't ever tell me if you don't like the gift I've given you.. just pass it on. I'll never know!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Had christmas lunch at my dad's place today. Again, way too much food, but for some reason we were all having trouble finding stuff to talk about. The conversation did start flowing after awhile but I found it weird not being able to talk to my brothers. The best thing about today was when my oldest brother started a conversation with T, which then lasted more than five minutes. I think its about time that my family get to know T a little better. I guess tomorrow christmas dinner will be another opportunity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747525405138985919-4357615835637973541?l=pippala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippala.blogspot.com/feeds/4357615835637973541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8747525405138985919&amp;postID=4357615835637973541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747525405138985919/posts/default/4357615835637973541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747525405138985919/posts/default/4357615835637973541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippala.blogspot.com/2006/12/not-how-i-had-hoped.html' title='Not how I had hoped'/><author><name>Pippala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09470561156155313739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8747525405138985919.post-8948902532671966387</id><published>2006-11-24T20:07:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T19:48:46.966+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidaying in Vietnam'/><title type='text'>Singapore</title><content type='html'>Singapore is the most beautiful city. There is greenery and water features everywhere. It probably helps that this place gets a fair bit of rain. In fact it has rained all day today. Not that it has stopped Tom and me from getting out and about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first stop was Suntec City - a huge shopping complex that consists of four multi-storey buildings which covers an entire city block. One of the buildings is devoted almost entirely to food. We were very good and didn't buy anything. We are trying to keep space in our luggage until Vietnam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second stop was Sentosa Island - a paradise theme park. Not so great in the wet, but it stopped raining for about 3 hours so we wandered around, took a lot of photos and soaked up the humidity. It is so humid here. All buildings and transport (taxis, buses and trains) are completely air-conditioned, which is great until you have to get out of the building or taxi or bus. You walk out and its like being hit by a wall of hot water vapour. Crazy. But tell you what, I could quite happily live in the country from what I have seen. I know I have only been here about 24 hours, but it really is a beautiful laid-back sort of place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't figure out how to download photos with this computer (its a bit ancient) but will try to get some up soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747525405138985919-8948902532671966387?l=pippala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippala.blogspot.com/feeds/8948902532671966387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8747525405138985919&amp;postID=8948902532671966387' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747525405138985919/posts/default/8948902532671966387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747525405138985919/posts/default/8948902532671966387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippala.blogspot.com/2006/11/singapore.html' title='Singapore'/><author><name>Pippala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09470561156155313739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8747525405138985919.post-154094360265297864</id><published>2006-11-20T22:01:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T12:10:31.045+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambling'/><title type='text'>A Snapshot</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I just realised that these few entries before leaving for Vietnam might show a snippet of what my life is like (or was like) before travelling. Not that I'm expecting two weeks in Vietnam are going to change me. But the next three weeks of entries are, I reckon, be quite contrasting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I've just got home from having a catch-up dinner with some of the SFX girls; E, T, H and K. I must admit I never thought we would really keep in contact after college, but I am really glad we have. I took them to Can Tho, a relatively new Vietnamese restaurant in Belconnen. They do this one most delicious dish 'Beef with honey pepper sauce' - and as of tonight, the girls agree with me. It's not too expensive, which is always a plus for us who are trying to save, but the service tonight was dismal. I think we gave the staff quite a shock when we stood up and looked like we were about to walk out after waiting 15 minutes or so for our plates to be cleared off the table.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I still have so much to do before Thursday. I'll probably be running around like a chook with its head chopped off on Wed, despite H's advice I should have a relaxing day. I just seem to worry. A lot. And I have found I am a 'just-in-case' sort of person. I know I said I was going to arrive in Vietnam with an empty pack, but at this moment, I just don't see that happening. "I better take the travel-sickness tablets just-in-case", "Better pack that extra pair of jeans just-in-case", "How bout my ski jacket just-in-case". Poor T.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;3 sleeps to go...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747525405138985919-154094360265297864?l=pippala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippala.blogspot.com/feeds/154094360265297864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8747525405138985919&amp;postID=154094360265297864' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747525405138985919/posts/default/154094360265297864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747525405138985919/posts/default/154094360265297864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippala.blogspot.com/2006/11/snapshot.html' title='A Snapshot'/><author><name>Pippala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09470561156155313739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8747525405138985919.post-5952629900107263366</id><published>2006-11-18T19:22:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T19:26:38.224+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid waste of time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I HATE myspace.com. I have been trying to start a blog there as well because you can do this cool photo slideshow. But the stupid website keeps spitting 'technical error' out at me. Stupid, stupid, stupid.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Had work at Capital today 12-4 shift. Can usually get out by 3.30, so I thought I would at least make the second half of my softball game. But no, it was the busiest Sat ever and I missed the whole game. Sucks! Found out that we won by the mercy rule. That's pretty cool.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;5 sleeps to go...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747525405138985919-5952629900107263366?l=pippala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippala.blogspot.com/feeds/5952629900107263366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8747525405138985919&amp;postID=5952629900107263366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747525405138985919/posts/default/5952629900107263366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747525405138985919/posts/default/5952629900107263366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippala.blogspot.com/2006/11/stupid-waste-of-time.html' title='Stupid waste of time!'/><author><name>Pippala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09470561156155313739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8747525405138985919.post-3121031523722267151</id><published>2006-11-13T18:17:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:26:14.016+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogging'/><title type='text'>One small step for A woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/959/1067813159807005/1600/Blue%20hills.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I kept saying that I was going to start a blog, so here it is. T convinced me that it would be a great idea, especially since we will be flying out to Vietnam very soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who will read my blog, there will be days when it will be boring (most days actually). In fact, there might even be months where I don't post at all. I just hope that this insight into me and my life helps you understand me a little better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/959/1067813159807005/1600/Sunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747525405138985919-3121031523722267151?l=pippala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pippala.blogspot.com/feeds/3121031523722267151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8747525405138985919&amp;postID=3121031523722267151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747525405138985919/posts/default/3121031523722267151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747525405138985919/posts/default/3121031523722267151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pippala.blogspot.com/2006/11/one-small-step-for-woman.html' title='One small step for A woman'/><author><name>Pippala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09470561156155313739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
