<?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-4153129</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:31:06.326+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Mere Ramblings...</title><subtitle type='html'>Just my thoughts, experiences, feelings, emotions, events, tales, rumours, heresay, blasphemy and much more! :)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Chip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10618923949994923496</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>86</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153129.post-2685399819188451523</id><published>2007-07-25T09:51:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T10:04:01.747+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm selling my car</title><summary type='text'>Since I'm moving to the UK in a couple of months and going to China/HK for a holiday in 2 weeks, I need to sell my beloved Eunos Roadster. These pictures were taken right after it was detailed. Isn't it gorgeous?!?! This car has been an absolute joy to drive and even to this day, hopping into it and taking the first corner brings a smile to my face.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/feeds/2685399819188451523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4153129&amp;postID=2685399819188451523&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/2685399819188451523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/2685399819188451523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-selling-my-car.html' title='I&apos;m selling my car'/><author><name>Chip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10618923949994923496</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://bp3.blogger.com/_ohKHqp0uV6Y/RqaSXznI0SI/AAAAAAAAAh8/-y8LLUV0bEQ/s72-c/IMG_8561.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153129.post-2306625898774892455</id><published>2007-07-23T09:50:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T09:53:35.275+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost at $400!</title><summary type='text'>Sponsor me here! :D</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/feeds/2306625898774892455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4153129&amp;postID=2306625898774892455&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/2306625898774892455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/2306625898774892455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/2007/07/almost-at-400.html' title='Almost at $400!'/><author><name>Chip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10618923949994923496</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-4153129.post-101354456874416476</id><published>2007-02-06T22:21:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T22:30:53.502+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Bose headphones are Da-Bomb!</title><summary type='text'>It's amazing what a good pair of headphones can do:1. I'm hearing things in my music that I've never heard before2. I can make out individual musical instruments in the song3. I can easily close my eyes and drift off into my own world4. I'm enjoying music so much more, as a result I'm listening to it more oftenThese headphones are what's responsible. The highs are crisp, clear and razor sharp. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/feeds/101354456874416476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4153129&amp;postID=101354456874416476&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/101354456874416476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/101354456874416476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/2007/02/bose-headphones-are-da-bomb.html' title='Bose headphones are Da-Bomb!'/><author><name>Chip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10618923949994923496</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-4153129.post-7560932691379238236</id><published>2007-01-07T20:10:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T20:19:17.306+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Camping</title><summary type='text'>Christina and I kicked off the new year with a 3 day camping trip at Bournda National Park. This was brought about after we recently bought our first place together. It sleeps 3 and was $99 AUD. Below is a photo:The camp ground was 6 hours drive south of Sydney and was quite close to a beach. The trip was a nice getaway and brought us closer to nature. The amount of wildlife we saw on the trip </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/feeds/7560932691379238236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4153129&amp;postID=7560932691379238236&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/7560932691379238236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/7560932691379238236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/2007/01/camping.html' title='Camping'/><author><name>Chip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10618923949994923496</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://bp3.blogger.com/_ohKHqp0uV6Y/RaC57JCprpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/xO-05Or6STY/s72-c/DSC01174.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153129.post-116548928579615360</id><published>2006-12-07T21:42:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T22:04:19.013+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love New Zealand</title><summary type='text'>For it is a magnificently beautiful place.Look here for more photos of my recent trip to NZ.Pramod who also came on this trip has even more photos.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/feeds/116548928579615360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4153129&amp;postID=116548928579615360&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/116548928579615360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/116548928579615360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-love-new-zealand.html' title='I Love New Zealand'/><author><name>Chip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10618923949994923496</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-4153129.post-115733001863882787</id><published>2006-09-04T10:23:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T10:33:38.703+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Dump and Burn!</title><summary type='text'>Christina was up at Brisbane for work, I flew up to join her over the weekend. The River Festival is on at the moment. Saturday night was the River Fire display. Apparently it's the biggest thing in Brisbane, bigger than NYE. Started off with the Roulettes doing a display over the city/Brisbane River/Southbank. Then a couple of RAAF F-111's flew over at 400 feet and did a "dump and burn". (It's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/feeds/115733001863882787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4153129&amp;postID=115733001863882787&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/115733001863882787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/115733001863882787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/2006/09/dump-and-burn.html' title='Dump and Burn!'/><author><name>Chip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10618923949994923496</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-4153129.post-115621265606092391</id><published>2006-08-22T12:10:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T12:50:13.086+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mysterious Package</title><summary type='text'>So I get an email from Reception saying there’s a package for me. That’s weird, I don’t remember ordering anything. Maybe I forgot I bought something on eBay? Or maybe someone hacked into my account on eBay and bought something. But then they would obviously change the shipping address to them right?So I went to reception and collected a parcel from Telstra Bigpond Broadband! WTF?!? Did I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/feeds/115621265606092391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4153129&amp;postID=115621265606092391&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/115621265606092391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/115621265606092391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/2006/08/mysterious-package.html' title='The Mysterious Package'/><author><name>Chip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10618923949994923496</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-4153129.post-115259130990734559</id><published>2006-07-11T14:11:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T14:15:09.916+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Kenny</title><summary type='text'>I saw the movie Kenny yesterday and it has to be the best movie I have seen all year. Kenny is a humble, loveable, aussie bloke who takes his job seriously. His job being in the portable toilet plumbing business. It's filmed in a documentary style format and is literally a laugh a minute, with all the ocker aussie slang and shit jokes you can think of. There's even a love story in it. haha The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/feeds/115259130990734559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4153129&amp;postID=115259130990734559&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/115259130990734559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/115259130990734559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/2006/07/kenny.html' title='Kenny'/><author><name>Chip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10618923949994923496</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-4153129.post-114966408094127329</id><published>2006-06-07T16:56:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T17:08:00.953+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Recent Events</title><summary type='text'>Yes I am going to write about my Eunos Roadster again, amongst other things :D Have I mentioned how much I love driving it? Have I mentioned how it still makes me smile when I'm behind the wheel? :DIt's been scratched for the second time in a matter of months! Both times the damage was so minor I couldn't be bothered getting it fixed. Just goes to show that even other cars and drivers are </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/feeds/114966408094127329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4153129&amp;postID=114966408094127329&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/114966408094127329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/114966408094127329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/2006/06/recent-events.html' title='Recent Events'/><author><name>Chip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10618923949994923496</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-4153129.post-114843604639388410</id><published>2006-05-24T11:55:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T12:00:46.406+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Garlic Saucers make it 2 in row!</title><summary type='text'>In news just in, the Garlic Saucers has successfully retained their Wooden Spoon trophy for the second season in a row. They did it in typically spectacular fashion, a resounding defeat from the very beginning. What little doubt that creeped in after holding the other team scoreless for 10mins in the second half was quickly and brutally crushed in the next 10. The future is uncertain for the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/feeds/114843604639388410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4153129&amp;postID=114843604639388410&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/114843604639388410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/114843604639388410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/2006/05/garlic-saucers-make-it-2-in-row.html' title='Garlic Saucers make it 2 in row!'/><author><name>Chip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10618923949994923496</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-4153129.post-114308608054970112</id><published>2006-03-23T14:52:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T14:54:40.563+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Jinba Ittai</title><summary type='text'>"Rider and Horse as One"So I was driving down the M4, on the right lane, cruising along, passing cars on my left, not really watching the speedo. I looked down and it read 120km/h! Shit I didn't even notice I was going that fast! I thought I was doing 100 or something. The car was steady as, as if I was doing 80. So I decided to test this baby and pushed it up to 140km/h. OMFG. She was as steady </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/feeds/114308608054970112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4153129&amp;postID=114308608054970112&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/114308608054970112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/114308608054970112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/2006/03/jinba-ittai.html' title='Jinba Ittai'/><author><name>Chip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10618923949994923496</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-4153129.post-114047673426925501</id><published>2006-02-21T09:53:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T10:05:34.283+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Drenai Knights in battle</title><summary type='text'>Accompanied fellow Drenai Knights on Sunday for a game of Paintball Skirmish. We were up against some friends of a friend, of whom we didn't know. Haven't played Skirmish for years so I was definitely interested in seeing how we'd go. The day was hot but the pace was slow. It was a fun day regardless with some highlights. I think in the end we came out on top thanks to some early wins early in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/feeds/114047673426925501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4153129&amp;postID=114047673426925501&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/114047673426925501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/114047673426925501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/2006/02/drenai-knights-in-battle.html' title='Drenai Knights in battle'/><author><name>Chip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10618923949994923496</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-4153129.post-113857470641816670</id><published>2006-01-30T09:40:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T09:45:06.430+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Big World</title><summary type='text'>And with a couple of short goodbyes, a "call me on my mobile if you need to contact me, you have my number", I walked out into the warm night to my car, filled with my belongings. All my shoes were in the boot (didn't know I had that many) and a stack of clothes in the passenger seat. A multitude of emotions were running through me. Excitement! A brand new lifestyle! Sadness. I'm missing them </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/feeds/113857470641816670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4153129&amp;postID=113857470641816670&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/113857470641816670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/113857470641816670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/2006/01/big-big-world.html' title='Big Big World'/><author><name>Chip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10618923949994923496</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-4153129.post-113608277381890218</id><published>2006-01-01T13:23:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T13:32:53.830+11:00</updated><title type='text'>2005 &amp; 2006</title><summary type='text'>So 2005 is over. It has been a big year for me. A year of exhilirating highs and gut wrenching lows. I spent NYE at JC &amp; Pramods' apartment. I don't normally make new year resolutions as I make them when I feel I need them anytime during the year. Last night I decided to increase my skill count by 1 and try to learn to play a guitar in 2006. My indicator for success would be to be able to play &amp; </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/feeds/113608277381890218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4153129&amp;postID=113608277381890218&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/113608277381890218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/113608277381890218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/2006/01/2005-2006.html' title='2005 &amp; 2006'/><author><name>Chip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10618923949994923496</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153129.post-113365879851111562</id><published>2005-12-04T11:56:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T12:13:18.523+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful</title><summary type='text'>Isn't she beautiful?Driving has never been so much fun!Driving a convertible sports car is a totally awesome experience. The feeling of freedom you get when the top is down and the wind is flowing through your hair as you're cruising down the street is indescribable. You can't get it with just winding your window down in a normal car. It needs to be experienced in order to fully appreciated. I'm </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/feeds/113365879851111562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4153129&amp;postID=113365879851111562&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/113365879851111562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/113365879851111562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/2005/12/beautiful.html' title='Beautiful'/><author><name>Chip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10618923949994923496</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-4153129.post-113330167576714930</id><published>2005-11-30T08:57:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T09:01:15.780+11:00</updated><title type='text'>BANG!!!</title><summary type='text'>So my friend Pramod and I went car shopping on the weekend. Looking at second hand Mazda MX-5's for myself. After looking at one in Mosman we were happily driving along Military Rd. Traffic was quite bad, we were going at around 20km/h. But everything was cool, the heavens were starting to open up, the sun peeping out from the clouds and the birds were chirping. Then suddenly, BANG!! Our heads </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/feeds/113330167576714930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4153129&amp;postID=113330167576714930&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/113330167576714930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/113330167576714930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/2005/11/bang.html' title='BANG!!!'/><author><name>Chip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10618923949994923496</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-4153129.post-113179018757189532</id><published>2005-11-12T21:08:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T21:09:47.583+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sydney Harbour Amazing Race</title><summary type='text'>Before it even got started, a few of my friends had already pulled out for one reason or another, inlcuding my team mate! Soft. Luckily the comedic genius (aka Van) came to the rescue. With him as my team mate, we'd surely win! Or at least laugh all the way to the finish line from his endless stream of wise-cracks.We scoped the field early on and saw our danger team. The pairing of Iron Jemaine </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/feeds/113179018757189532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4153129&amp;postID=113179018757189532&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/113179018757189532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/113179018757189532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/2005/11/sydney-harbour-amazing-race.html' title='The Sydney Harbour Amazing Race'/><author><name>Chip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10618923949994923496</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-4153129.post-113024401300252655</id><published>2005-10-25T22:35:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T22:40:13.010+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Laura &amp; Nghia</title><summary type='text'>My high school friend Nghia got married on the weekend. I was the Best Man. It was the first time for me being Best Man or any groomsmen for that matter.We were good friends in high school but due to our career choices, we didn’t really keep in touch after that. However when we did get together occasionally, it would be like old times again. Still, it came as a surprise that he chose me as his </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/feeds/113024401300252655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4153129&amp;postID=113024401300252655&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/113024401300252655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/113024401300252655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/2005/10/laura-nghia.html' title='Laura &amp; Nghia'/><author><name>Chip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10618923949994923496</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>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153129.post-113020348055145530</id><published>2005-10-25T11:23:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T11:24:40.556+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Good and bad</title><summary type='text'>I got into a little car accident today on the way to work. It was my fault. I wanted to merge left, looked into the rear view and blind spot. The van on my left &amp; behind me looked like he was merging left as well. So I started to go but he kept going straight. Thus I scrapped the side of his van with the front of my car. Damage was minor. But I’m very annoyed with myself. Not only will this cost </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/feeds/113020348055145530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4153129&amp;postID=113020348055145530&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/113020348055145530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/113020348055145530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/2005/10/good-and-bad.html' title='Good and bad'/><author><name>Chip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10618923949994923496</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-4153129.post-112786253725036752</id><published>2005-09-28T09:06:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T09:08:57.256+10:00</updated><title type='text'>A time of celebration</title><summary type='text'>David and Madeleine tied the knot on Saturday. They promised to love each other, through thick and thin, for the rest of their lives. I am so happy for them. Finding your soulmate in life is not an easy task. Seeing them together warms my heart and provides a sense of hope to us single folk.My little sister Phuong (aka "Chubby" hehe) graduated from uni on Monday. She did a double degree in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/feeds/112786253725036752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4153129&amp;postID=112786253725036752&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/112786253725036752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/112786253725036752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/2005/09/time-of-celebration.html' title='A time of celebration'/><author><name>Chip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10618923949994923496</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-4153129.post-112708712645806133</id><published>2005-09-19T09:42:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T09:45:26.463+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Static Electricity</title><summary type='text'>My 100% pure wool suit pants are p!ssing me off. They rub against my hairy legs and produce ALOT of static electricity. I'm zapping everything I touch. It's gotten to a point where I'm afraid to touch things around me. I hesitate before I open doors with metal handles because of the fear. It's becoming a phobia. And they're not little zaps. They're friggin big audible ones with blue sparks and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/feeds/112708712645806133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4153129&amp;postID=112708712645806133&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/112708712645806133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/112708712645806133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/2005/09/static-electricity.html' title='Static Electricity'/><author><name>Chip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10618923949994923496</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-4153129.post-112661335857788335</id><published>2005-09-13T22:07:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T22:10:57.220+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged</title><summary type='text'>From xtnFunny he should tag me with this sorta topic. I've never been much of a reader, which probably explains my poor writing skills too LOL. But here goes!1) Total number of books you own?No more than 50. There's better things to spend your money on and that's what libraries are for right? :P2) What was the last book you bought?Geee it's been so long I can't remember. If we're talking about a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/feeds/112661335857788335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4153129&amp;postID=112661335857788335&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/112661335857788335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/112661335857788335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/2005/09/tagged.html' title='Tagged'/><author><name>Chip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10618923949994923496</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-4153129.post-112661322142659991</id><published>2005-09-13T22:05:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T22:07:01.433+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Dave's XI - Bucks Weekend</title><summary type='text'>"What happens on tour, remains on tour." The saying for a fantastic weekend. Which doesn't leave much to write about LOL. It was my friend's (David) bucks weekend. The first I've ever been to and probably one of the better organised ones. For me, let's just say it was an eye opening experience. A great time was had by all. It was great to have a weekend with just the guys and do all the blokey </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/feeds/112661322142659991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4153129&amp;postID=112661322142659991&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/112661322142659991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/112661322142659991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/2005/09/daves-xi-bucks-weekend.html' title='Dave&apos;s XI - Bucks Weekend'/><author><name>Chip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10618923949994923496</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-4153129.post-112535460585815003</id><published>2005-08-30T08:29:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T08:30:05.863+10:00</updated><title type='text'>So close, yet so far</title><summary type='text'>Our Oztag team lost in the grand final last night. We were up 3 - 0 early in the first half. But let them back in to be only leading 3 - 2 at half time. In the second half we began to tire and eventually lost 5 - 4. They were younger and fitter players. We had them rattled in the beginning but couldn't continue on with it. It was dissapointing for us. It was another case of being the best team in</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/feeds/112535460585815003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4153129&amp;postID=112535460585815003&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/112535460585815003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/112535460585815003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/2005/08/so-close-yet-so-far.html' title='So close, yet so far'/><author><name>Chip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10618923949994923496</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-4153129.post-112381879992071340</id><published>2005-08-12T13:33:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T13:55:20.183+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Self ImprovementThe internet is a wonderful thing. Lots of good free information if you know where to look. Below are a couple of links that will help you understand and deal with most psychological/emotional issues that you'll likely to encounter in your life, if not already. Read it if you are seeking understanding of your emotions, trying to improve yourself mentally (as a result will often </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/feeds/112381879992071340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4153129&amp;postID=112381879992071340&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/112381879992071340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/112381879992071340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/2005/08/self-improvement-internet-is-wonderful.html' title=''/><author><name>Chip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10618923949994923496</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-4153129.post-112345327803713788</id><published>2005-08-08T08:15:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T08:21:18.043+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ChangesMy sister came back from Ireland on Friday morning. She was gone for 8 months with her boyfriend. I got up at 4:30am to pick her up from the airport. Who said I didn't love my sister? Our time apart has made us closer if anything. We've never been a really close knit family at home. I don't know why. Some families do everything together yet ours don't even eat dinner together sometimes. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/feeds/112345327803713788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4153129&amp;postID=112345327803713788&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/112345327803713788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/112345327803713788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/2005/08/changes-my-sister-came-back-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Chip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10618923949994923496</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-4153129.post-112260267046209791</id><published>2005-07-29T11:14:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T12:04:30.466+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Surprise Friday Meetings3 people from our Design and Development department got retrenched today. 2 mechanical engineers and 1 industrial designer. I know all 3 of them quite well. One is a parra supporter and we talk about footy heaps. One used to sit next to me. The other I play basketball with on Fridays. Retrenchments are a sad part of working life. :(Mental note: Surprise friday meetings are</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/feeds/112260267046209791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4153129&amp;postID=112260267046209791&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/112260267046209791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/112260267046209791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/2005/07/surprise-friday-meetings-3-people-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Chip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10618923949994923496</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-4153129.post-112233797297387587</id><published>2005-07-26T10:31:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T10:32:52.976+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>An eventful weekendWent snow boarding on the weekend with some friends. It was both fun and painful. Fun when you're coming down the mountain upright. Painful when you stack it and fall on exactly the same spots of your body each time. Needless to say my butt and knees are both bruised. I managed to learn to "leaf" down the mountain with just my heel-side. Need to practice toe-side next time and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/feeds/112233797297387587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4153129&amp;postID=112233797297387587&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/112233797297387587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/112233797297387587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/2005/07/eventful-weekend-went-snow-boarding-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Chip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10618923949994923496</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-4153129.post-112190087192192300</id><published>2005-07-21T09:06:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T09:07:51.926+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A realisationI've worked out why I was so upset in the past few days. As soon as I realised, most of the pain just disappeared. I was upset because I've been trying to force myself to NOT love the one person that I love the most. This just cannot be done. And it doesn't need to be done. You see I've realised alot about what true love is. Do you remember in my previous posts I spoke about the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/feeds/112190087192192300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4153129&amp;postID=112190087192192300&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/112190087192192300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/112190087192192300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/2005/07/realisation-ive-worked-out-why-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Chip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10618923949994923496</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-4153129.post-112164856666454341</id><published>2005-07-18T10:59:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T11:02:46.670+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Barely holding onI wish I can remain strong all the time. Sometimes the pain is just unbearable."Behind These Hazel Eyes" by Kelly ClarksonSeems like just yesterdayYou were a part of meI used to stand so tallI used to be so strongYour arms around me tightEverything, it felt so rightUnbreakable, like nothin' could go wrongNow I can't breatheNo, I can't sleepI'm barely hanging onHere I am, once </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/feeds/112164856666454341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4153129&amp;postID=112164856666454341&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/112164856666454341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/112164856666454341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/2005/07/barely-holding-on-i-wish-i-can-remain.html' title=''/><author><name>Chip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10618923949994923496</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-4153129.post-112121095973896138</id><published>2005-07-13T09:28:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T09:29:19.746+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lessons in LifeIt amazes me how emotionally mature girls are compared to guys. They seem to understand their emotions and are able to control it at a much younger age than us. I've come to realise this after some recent events. More specifically, Sara and I broke off our long term relationship recently. This was extremely upsetting but it also gave me time to think. And talk. I spoke with an old </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/feeds/112121095973896138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4153129&amp;postID=112121095973896138&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/112121095973896138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/112121095973896138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/2005/07/lessons-in-life-it-amazes-me-how.html' title=''/><author><name>Chip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10618923949994923496</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-4153129.post-112017032856422734</id><published>2005-07-01T08:24:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T08:25:28.570+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Growing UpSomeone said last night that it's been awhile since I blogged. And so here I am! It has been a turbulent month or so for me. A rollercoaster ride of emotions as they say. Starting with a relationship breakup, some realisations and then the start of a new relationship. I think in this period of time, I have learnt a tremendous amount about myself (both positive and negative), about true </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/feeds/112017032856422734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4153129&amp;postID=112017032856422734&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/112017032856422734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/112017032856422734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/2005/07/growing-up-someone-said-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Chip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10618923949994923496</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-4153129.post-111818102024942753</id><published>2005-06-08T07:49:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T07:50:20.256+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>10 DaysThe first verse and chorus of "Ten Days" by Missy HigginsSo we've put an end to it this time.I'm no longer yours and you're no longer mine.You said this hill looks far too steepIf I'm not even sure it's me you wanna keep.And it's been ten days without you in my reach,And the only time I've touched you is in my sleep.But time has changed nothing at all -You're still the only one that feels </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/feeds/111818102024942753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4153129&amp;postID=111818102024942753&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/111818102024942753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/111818102024942753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/2005/06/10-days-first-verse-and-chorus-of-ten.html' title=''/><author><name>Chip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10618923949994923496</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-4153129.post-111205139782438187</id><published>2005-03-29T09:09:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T09:09:57.826+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>QLDSara, her friend Alan and I, went up to Brisbane on this Easter long weekend to visit Sara's sister, Lisa and her boyfriend Nguyen. It was a fun and relaxing weekend with lots of seafood, alcohol, footy and more food. Some highlights of the trip:* Tried XXXX beer. Dubbed "Double X, double X" beer by Alan. Tasted like any other beer.* Went on a wonderful Ferry cruise along the Bisbane river to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/feeds/111205139782438187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4153129&amp;postID=111205139782438187&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/111205139782438187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/111205139782438187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/2005/03/qld-sara-her-friend-alan-and-i-went-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Chip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10618923949994923496</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-4153129.post-110923735335289778</id><published>2005-02-24T20:28:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T20:29:13.353+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why?Why does every property I'm interested in buying, I always get competition from other buyers? *sigh* Back to square one.Got into a car accident today. Very minor. I ran into the car in front of me at a zebra crossing. He didn't even get a scratch and just drove on. I was slightly dented by his bullbar. I really gotta be more careful on the roads.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/feeds/110923735335289778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4153129&amp;postID=110923735335289778&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/110923735335289778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/110923735335289778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/2005/02/why-why-does-every-property-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Chip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10618923949994923496</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-4153129.post-110686413436948777</id><published>2005-01-28T09:14:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T09:15:34.370+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ScaryIt's been a sad couple of days at work. On Tuesday, 9 people in our company, including a few in our R&amp;D department, were retrenched. The company is moving into another phase of it's life cycle. It's moving from being research focussed to production/marketing focussed. Thus inevitably, certain personnel were no longer needed. Most of the Bio-compatibility department were retrenched. In a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/feeds/110686413436948777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4153129&amp;postID=110686413436948777&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/110686413436948777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/110686413436948777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/2005/01/scary-its-been-sad-couple-of-days-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Chip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10618923949994923496</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-4153129.post-110660300980918839</id><published>2005-01-25T08:42:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T08:43:29.810+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>COMON!A lot of people hate Lleyton Hewitt. That includes Sara. They thinks he's arrogant, unsportsmanlike and a brat. I, on the other hand admire the bloke. When he screams "COMON!", he's doing it to psych himself up more than to piss the opposition off. He is a bloke that always brings 110% to every game and wears his emotions on his sleeve. You can tell from his emotional screams that he's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/feeds/110660300980918839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4153129&amp;postID=110660300980918839&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/110660300980918839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/110660300980918839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/2005/01/comon-lot-of-people-hate-lleyton.html' title=''/><author><name>Chip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10618923949994923496</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-4153129.post-110298363763700243</id><published>2004-12-14T11:19:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T11:20:37.636+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>IrelandMy sister will be leaving for Ireland today with her boyfriend. She's going over there to meet his family and to travel around Europe. Apparently they'll try to work a bit there to get more money, then travel. She said she'll be gone for a few months. It's a big move for her. And my mum. My mum is worried about her as usual. I think deep down inside she fears that her daughter may not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/feeds/110298363763700243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4153129&amp;postID=110298363763700243&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/110298363763700243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/110298363763700243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/2004/12/ireland-my-sister-will-be-leaving-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Chip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10618923949994923496</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-4153129.post-110291855630156607</id><published>2004-12-13T17:12:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T17:15:56.303+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CherriesSo I'm sitting here, eating cherries and this email invitation from a friend to go on a day trip to pick and eat cherries pops into my head. I suddenly realise what a scam this is! Not only do you get charged extra for the cherries you pick, you're running half the business for them! They're saving on cherry pickers, people that transport the cherries to shops and people that sell the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/feeds/110291855630156607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4153129&amp;postID=110291855630156607&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/110291855630156607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/110291855630156607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/2004/12/cherries-so-im-sitting-here-eating.html' title=''/><author><name>Chip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10618923949994923496</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-4153129.post-110195518575888072</id><published>2004-12-02T14:39:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-12-02T13:39:45.756+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Something StupidWanna hear something stupid? I locked myself out of my house yesterday for 1.5hrs. As you all know I was gonna go swimming after work. Well I got out of work a bit late, there was lots of traffic and Birrong INDOOR pool was too full so they didn't let me in. I coulda went to Fairfield but it woulda been 6:30pm before I got there. So I went home. Got undressed, put on a pair of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/feeds/110195518575888072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4153129&amp;postID=110195518575888072&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/110195518575888072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/110195518575888072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/2004/12/something-stupid-wanna-hear-something.html' title=''/><author><name>Chip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10618923949994923496</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-4153129.post-110082120221800434</id><published>2004-11-19T10:37:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-11-19T10:40:02.216+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm going to be famous! :DSara has a penpal who has been writing teenage/childrens books for some time.http://www.detnews.com/2004/nnfarmington/0411/17/v02-6461.htmIn her book "Confessions of a Boyfriend Stealer", she named one of her characters after me. Now it's going to be published and possibility made into a movie. :D</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/feeds/110082120221800434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4153129&amp;postID=110082120221800434&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/110082120221800434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/110082120221800434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/2004/11/im-going-to-be-famous-d-sara-has.html' title=''/><author><name>Chip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10618923949994923496</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-4153129.post-109995551343797532</id><published>2004-11-09T10:10:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T10:11:53.436+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Warm &amp; FuzzyEverytime Ventracor is in the media we get sent a copy of it from our propaganda guy. This is today's one. It's nice to know that your 9-5 grind is contributing to making someone's life a little better.================================Bionic heart saves womanSARAH BLAKE MATP 354 words 7 November 2004Sunday Telegraph2 - First24EnglishCopyright 2004 News Ltd. All Rights ReservedA </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/feeds/109995551343797532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4153129&amp;postID=109995551343797532&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/109995551343797532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/109995551343797532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/2004/11/warm-fuzzy-everytime-ventracor-is-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Chip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10618923949994923496</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-4153129.post-109649983416988981</id><published>2004-09-30T09:13:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T09:17:14.170+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Melbourne Trip 2004Friday - Day 1Sara's train was cancelled in the morning so we were on time as opposed to being early arriving at the airport. That didn't stop Sara from worrying the whole way though. Only when we fully checked in with 30 minutes to spare did she start to relax. She's such a worrier :D We had Maccas for breakfast at the airport then boarded the plane. The plane trip was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/feeds/109649983416988981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4153129&amp;postID=109649983416988981&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/109649983416988981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/109649983416988981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/2004/09/melbourne-trip-2004-friday-day-1-saras.html' title=''/><author><name>Chip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10618923949994923496</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-4153129.post-109468484565769304</id><published>2004-09-09T09:06:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T09:07:25.656+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A PurposeIt's been almost 2 weeks since I started here at Ventracor. Things are starting to settle down now. It seems I've joined the Software team at a really busy stage of the current project iteration. We're on the verge of a release and everyone is madly testing and verifying the new features that was implemented.The work environment has been quite good. The R&amp;D department has a very open</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/feeds/109468484565769304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4153129&amp;postID=109468484565769304&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/109468484565769304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/109468484565769304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/2004/09/purpose-its-been-almost-2-weeks-since.html' title=''/><author><name>Chip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10618923949994923496</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-4153129.post-109349701786170054</id><published>2004-08-26T15:00:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-08-26T15:10:17.863+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Farewell ResMedToday was my last day at ResMed. My colleagues took me out to Yum Cha for lunch. I was amazed at the amount of people that turned up. I was quite humbled really. And what's more, they even got me a card and some gifts. They bought me a basketball and a rugby league ball as they knew I liked playing those sports. Plus a golf umbrella for those rainy day walks from the station to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/feeds/109349701786170054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4153129&amp;postID=109349701786170054&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/109349701786170054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/109349701786170054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/2004/08/farewell-resmed-today-was-my-last-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Chip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10618923949994923496</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-4153129.post-109261144825243287</id><published>2004-08-16T09:10:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T09:11:22.420+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>New JobI got a new job last week. It's at a company called Ventracor. The position is Software Engineer. They make an implantable heart assisting device for really sick people. I'm really excited about this job. It's a much smaller company than ResMed and it's a permanent position. Something I've been seeking in ResMed but without success. I feel I'll be able to learn more and make a bigger </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/feeds/109261144825243287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4153129&amp;postID=109261144825243287&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/109261144825243287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/109261144825243287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/2004/08/new-job-i-got-new-job-last-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Chip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10618923949994923496</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-4153129.post-109200462209753807</id><published>2004-08-09T08:36:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-08-09T08:37:02.096+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>City to SurfWalked the City to Surf yesterday with Sara. Today I'm quite sore. Sara must be in a world of hurt today since she hardly ever does any sporting activities hehe :)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/feeds/109200462209753807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4153129&amp;postID=109200462209753807&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/109200462209753807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/109200462209753807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/2004/08/city-to-surf-walked-city-to-surf.html' title=''/><author><name>Chip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10618923949994923496</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-4153129.post-109027662070394124</id><published>2004-07-20T08:35:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-07-20T08:37:00.703+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A lesson I learnt a valuable lesson about buying property on the weekend. "If a property is cheap, then do anything that is humanly possible to close the deal ASAP." On Thursday afternoon I went and saw a property. I made an offer on Friday morning and the real estate agent said ok, just come in and sign the contract. I was at work so I decided to wait till the afternoon before signing it. By </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/feeds/109027662070394124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4153129&amp;postID=109027662070394124&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/109027662070394124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/109027662070394124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/2004/07/lesson-i-learnt-valuable-lessonabout.html' title=''/><author><name>Chip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10618923949994923496</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-4153129.post-108633555733184842</id><published>2004-06-04T17:52:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-06-04T17:52:37.333+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Great DayI had a great day today. Today was our Product Development Department's sports day. Which meant we would only work half a day and then go down to the local park for a free lunch and some organised sporting activities. Lunch was modest, which included roast lamb, beef and pork on a spit. After lunch we got started on the games. Everyone in the department was allocated a team which was</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/feeds/108633555733184842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4153129&amp;postID=108633555733184842&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/108633555733184842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/108633555733184842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/2004/06/great-day-i-had-great-day-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Chip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10618923949994923496</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-4153129.post-108630183544035769</id><published>2004-06-04T08:30:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-06-04T08:30:35.440+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Come CleanLast night, whilst I was driving home, I tuned into 2DayFM and they had this segment called Come Clean. It's where someone calls in and confesses something to their partner on national radio. Well, this lady called in and confessed to her boyfriend that their still born baby is not his. It was terrible. The guy was gutted and what's worse, he didn't even know he was on radio until the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/feeds/108630183544035769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4153129&amp;postID=108630183544035769&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/108630183544035769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/108630183544035769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/2004/06/come-clean-last-night-whilst-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Chip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10618923949994923496</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-4153129.post-108433495025154754</id><published>2004-05-12T14:08:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-05-12T14:09:10.250+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lunchtimes @ ResMedYou know, I bitch about ResMed not paying me enough but there is one thing I enjoy at ResMed. Lunchtime sports/recreational activities. My current weekly schedule (it changes depending on what sports are available) is:Monday: Watch something in our main conference room with the projector. Currently it's The Office season 2.Tuesday: Touch footyWednesday: Basketball</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/feeds/108433495025154754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4153129&amp;postID=108433495025154754&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/108433495025154754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/108433495025154754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/2004/05/lunchtimes-resmed-you-know-i-bitch.html' title=''/><author><name>Chip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10618923949994923496</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-4153129.post-108415075245045628</id><published>2004-05-10T10:58:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-05-10T10:59:12.450+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>RewardedRecently I got awarded a $100 restaurant voucher by ResMed. ResMed has a policy where team leaders can nominate people for outstanding work performed by any employee. I was nominated for my implementation and verification efforts in my last project. It's nice to be rewarded for the effort you put in. Seafood platter here I come!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/feeds/108415075245045628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4153129&amp;postID=108415075245045628&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/108415075245045628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/108415075245045628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/2004/05/rewarded-recently-i-got-awarded-100.html' title=''/><author><name>Chip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10618923949994923496</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-4153129.post-108357737061399025</id><published>2004-05-03T19:42:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-05-03T19:47:00.950+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Close CallI almost got into a car accident on Saturday afternoon. My girlfriend and I were in the car, driving down Hector St in Sefton. I was doing 60 in a 60 zone. A car from the side street stops and decides to turn right. Everything is fine. But then as I'm about 20m away from him he pulls out so that more than half his car is onto my lane before he realises that I was even there. He stops </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/feeds/108357737061399025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4153129&amp;postID=108357737061399025&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/108357737061399025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/108357737061399025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/2004/05/close-call-i-almost-got-into-car.html' title=''/><author><name>Chip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10618923949994923496</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-4153129.post-108077118613138852</id><published>2004-04-01T08:13:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T08:08:02.966+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Your ThumbYou don't realise how useful your thumb is until you've lost the use of it. I recently injured my left thumb while playing touch footy and now just doing the simple things has been a pain. Literally. Things like tying your shoe laces, putting on your socks, buttoning up your right shirt cuff and pulling up your pants while dressing has become a challenge.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/feeds/108077118613138852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4153129&amp;postID=108077118613138852&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/108077118613138852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/108077118613138852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/2004/04/your-thumb-you-dont-realise-how-useful.html' title=''/><author><name>Chip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10618923949994923496</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-4153129.post-107964883604160482</id><published>2004-03-19T09:27:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-03-19T09:30:31.090+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pyramid SchemesMy workmate who I regulary play basketball with recently asked me if I was interested in making a little extra money on the side. He said he had a business idea that he wants to discuss with me. Immediately I thought "Pyramid Scheme". But I figured I'll hear him out to see what he has to say. We arranged to meet after work one evening and have a chat.He went through the usual </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/feeds/107964883604160482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4153129&amp;postID=107964883604160482&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/107964883604160482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/107964883604160482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/2004/03/pyramid-schemes-my-workmate-who-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Chip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10618923949994923496</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-4153129.post-107722743539571984</id><published>2004-02-20T08:50:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-02-20T08:53:14.543+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>JewelWent to her concert last night at the Opera House. She has such a powerful voice. And it's a beautiful voice as well. She's also quite funny. The concert was her standing on stage telling stories and jokes in between playing a selection of her new and old songs on her guitar. She seems fairly down to earth and even forgot her lyrics at one point. The fans were only too glad to help her out</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/feeds/107722743539571984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4153129&amp;postID=107722743539571984&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/107722743539571984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/107722743539571984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/2004/02/jewel-went-to-her-concert-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Chip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10618923949994923496</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-4153129.post-107665535820622351</id><published>2004-02-13T17:55:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-02-13T17:59:25.030+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A DreamLast night I dreamt I had done something stupid and smashed my mouth against something. (Can't remember now) The impact was so hard that I was spitting blood and broken teeth. My entire upper and lower sets of teeth were either very loose or knocked out. 5 minutes later (in dream time) I was still spitting out blood and teeth. I was thinking "Oh no! False teeth for me for the rest of my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/feeds/107665535820622351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4153129&amp;postID=107665535820622351&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/107665535820622351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/107665535820622351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/2004/02/dream-last-night-i-dreamt-i-had-done.html' title=''/><author><name>Chip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10618923949994923496</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-4153129.post-107333971960910155</id><published>2004-01-06T08:55:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-01-06T08:57:08.700+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Mars Exploration RoverI don't know how many people have been following this but in my mind, it's these sorta moments that I truly believe, are the real quests for the meaning of life. Exploring an entirely new planet, so far away, with so much unknown history and seeing a slice of martian surface that no one has set their eyes on before, is truly magical. And it's by these means that we </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/feeds/107333971960910155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4153129&amp;postID=107333971960910155&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/107333971960910155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/107333971960910155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/2004/01/mars-exploration-rover-i-dont-know-how.html' title=''/><author><name>Chip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10618923949994923496</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-4153129.post-107299545493362185</id><published>2004-01-02T09:17:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2004-01-02T09:19:08.343+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>2004!So, another year has passed and a new one has just begun. What have I achieved in the past 12 months? Well let's see, I graduated from uni for starters. That was a highlight. After 6 long years I am now a professional engineer. With that degree I found a job that I am happy with. A job that I am currently working in. Then there's my relationship with my girlfriend Sara. It didn't start off</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/feeds/107299545493362185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4153129&amp;postID=107299545493362185&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/107299545493362185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/107299545493362185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/2004/01/2004-so-another-year-has-passed-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Chip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10618923949994923496</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-4153129.post-107299542877158423</id><published>2004-01-02T09:17:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-01-02T09:18:42.186+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hawks Nest Road Trip 2003Spent a week at a beach house just relaxing. It was nice. Went to the beach, ate seafood, played X-Box, went bush walking, played Charades are among some of the things we did. Some classic moments on the trip:1. The girls losing to the boys in Charades &amp; having to make breakfast. Too bad I was on the girls team to even up the numbers. The look &amp; mood of the poor girls</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/feeds/107299542877158423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4153129&amp;postID=107299542877158423&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/107299542877158423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/107299542877158423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/2004/01/hawks-nest-road-trip-2003-spent-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Chip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10618923949994923496</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-4153129.post-106988056689866009</id><published>2003-11-27T08:02:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2003-11-27T08:03:33.076+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SquashPlayed squash for the first time in almost a year on Tuesday. Played against my workmate, he beat me 3 games to 2. I'm sore all over today, because I didn't stretch. I was too eager to get in there and play. It was great fun. The running around desperately trying to save the ball, the last ditch dives and the workout I got from it was amazing. My shirt was almost drenched after the game. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/feeds/106988056689866009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4153129&amp;postID=106988056689866009&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/106988056689866009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/106988056689866009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/2003/11/squash-played-squash-for-first-time-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Chip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10618923949994923496</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-4153129.post-106858780115963828</id><published>2003-11-12T08:56:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2003-11-12T08:57:05.966+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TeppanyakiSara, her cousin Thomas from Germany, her sister Lisa and I, all went to eat Teppanyaki last night. I had never done this before and the only thing I've heard of it previously was that they cook the food in front of you and throw food at you. We were there quite early so we were the first to be served. As the night went on, it looked like they only had 1 chef working that night so we </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/feeds/106858780115963828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4153129&amp;postID=106858780115963828&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/106858780115963828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/106858780115963828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/2003/11/teppanyaki-sara-her-cousin-thomas-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Chip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10618923949994923496</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-4153129.post-106815320672180411</id><published>2003-11-07T08:13:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2003-11-07T08:13:45.560+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FreakyToday is casual friday so in the morning I slipped on my pair of Everlast shoes which I haven't worn for a few days now. Everything was ok until I got to work and as I was making my cup of tea I felt something in my shoe that felt like a little stone. Hmmmm that was weird I thought. I didn't feel it while driving. So when I got back to my seat, I took off the shoe and out fell 2 moths. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/feeds/106815320672180411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4153129&amp;postID=106815320672180411&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/106815320672180411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/106815320672180411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/2003/11/freaky-today-is-casual-friday-so-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Chip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10618923949994923496</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-4153129.post-106694690316489922</id><published>2003-10-24T08:08:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-10-24T08:08:23.216+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Something NiceMy last couple of Blog entries have been both negative and angry. Just thought I'd write something nice today. Today has "offically" been one year since my girlfriend, Sara, and I have been together. And I just wanted to say "I love you sweetie" :)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/feeds/106694690316489922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4153129&amp;postID=106694690316489922&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/106694690316489922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/106694690316489922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/2003/10/something-nice-my-last-couple-of-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Chip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10618923949994923496</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-4153129.post-106686378911043746</id><published>2003-10-23T09:03:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-10-23T09:07:30.376+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dirty corporations!Got a promotion letter from American Express trying to sell their new "Rewards Maximiser" credit card. Included were an application form and some brochures. I read the declaration on the back of the application form and it says,Quote:To American Express International, Inc:By signing overleaf, I request you to issue me with the Credit Card specified on the application, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/feeds/106686378911043746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4153129&amp;postID=106686378911043746&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/106686378911043746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/106686378911043746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/2003/10/dirty-corporations-got-promotion.html' title=''/><author><name>Chip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10618923949994923496</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-4153129.post-106444456095547905</id><published>2003-09-25T08:40:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-09-25T09:02:41.103+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>VentingIt's only 8:40 in the morning and I'm in a bad mood already. It all started with the traffic. And there was alot of it this morning. I leave work at 7:30am and yet it still takes me 45-60 minutes to get to work. Without traffic, this journey only takes 20 minutes. And now that summer is almost here, sitting in a car with the sun beating down on you, even at that hour, is f*cken </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/feeds/106444456095547905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4153129&amp;postID=106444456095547905&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/106444456095547905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/106444456095547905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/2003/09/venting-its-only-840-in-morning-and-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Chip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10618923949994923496</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-4153129.post-106393467660593890</id><published>2003-09-19T10:02:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-09-19T11:24:36.480+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Theory of FlightI read an article today on the theory of lift and flight. It was certainly an enlightening experience. It's one of those moments where something that you've always taken for granted to be true, has suddenly been blown out of the water leaving you feeling cheated. This article explained that the major component attributing to lift is not the differences in pressure (aka </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/feeds/106393467660593890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4153129&amp;postID=106393467660593890&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/106393467660593890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/106393467660593890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/2003/09/theory-of-flight-i-read-article-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Chip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10618923949994923496</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-4153129.post-106108912729156801</id><published>2003-08-17T12:58:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-08-17T12:58:47.263+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>2 Amazing Things1. Terminator 3! Saw it with Sara yesterday and loved it! Loved the action. The crane scene was unbelievable. Arnie should be a comedian. Even Sara enjoyed it :)2. Chandeliers. I saw one today for $29,950!! WHAT THE F_CK!?!? I was gob smacked! 30k for a set of lights?!!?! WHAT THE F_CK?!?!! That's a new car my friend! You can buy my car 7 times over for that amount of money. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/feeds/106108912729156801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4153129&amp;postID=106108912729156801&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/106108912729156801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/106108912729156801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/2003/08/2-amazing-things-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Chip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10618923949994923496</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-4153129.post-105969773500365181</id><published>2003-08-01T10:28:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-08-01T10:28:54.930+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ski TripDay 1 - Sunday:Planned to leave at 8am sharp from my place. Sara came over at 7:30. Jason was on time. Phi calls me at 8:15am saying he just got up. B@stard. Phi and MJ finally arrive at approx. 9:30 and we headed off for breakfast at Maccas. The usual maccas breakie and then we hit the road. Stopped at Canberra for lunch, had kebabs. Spent half an hour looking for a vacant public </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/feeds/105969773500365181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4153129&amp;postID=105969773500365181&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/105969773500365181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/105969773500365181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/2003/08/ski-trip-day-1-sunday-planned-to-leave.html' title=''/><author><name>Chip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10618923949994923496</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-4153129.post-105718642972860364</id><published>2003-07-03T08:53:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-07-03T08:53:49.730+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's moments like these......that brings back the reality of what has happened. An email bounced today. It was from a mass forward I sent yesterday to an email list. Some funny pictures that were doing the rounds in the email community. It was from my cousin's email account. He is no longer with us, passed away a few weeks ago in a tragic car accident. Immediately I felt a pang of sadness as I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/feeds/105718642972860364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4153129&amp;postID=105718642972860364&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/105718642972860364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/105718642972860364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/2003/07/its-moments-like-these.html' title=''/><author><name>Chip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10618923949994923496</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-4153129.post-105667791850549226</id><published>2003-06-27T11:38:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-06-27T11:38:38.393+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Good booksI've been wanting to do more reading for a while now since I've pretty much neglected it for the past few years. And I don't mean reading more fantasy books which I exclusively read in the past. I want to read good quality books from many genres. Fiction and non fiction. That is why I've decided to trawl through some of the world's most prestigious literary prizes (eg. Booker Prize &amp; </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/feeds/105667791850549226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4153129&amp;postID=105667791850549226&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/105667791850549226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/105667791850549226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/2003/06/good-books-ive-been-wanting-to-do-more.html' title=''/><author><name>Chip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10618923949994923496</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-4153129.post-95977250</id><published>2003-06-24T21:17:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-06-24T21:17:33.990+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sport at workI've just recently joined various sporting activities with some of my workmates. On Monday lunchtimes we play touch footy for the company. Tuesday lunch I head down to the park to play touch footy with people who work around our area. On Thursday some of the guys at work organise a Basketball game. All this plus my gym membership which I try to go at least once a week! Man if I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/feeds/95977250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4153129&amp;postID=95977250&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/95977250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/95977250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/2003/06/sport-at-work-ive-just-recently-joined.html' title=''/><author><name>Chip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10618923949994923496</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-4153129.post-95524970</id><published>2003-06-11T08:44:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-06-11T08:44:56.503+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A good deedIt was Saturday morning and I was up early to head to the hair dresser for a haircut. My mum's car was blocking mine in the carport so I moved hers out to the front of the house. As I was walking back to get my car I noticed a middle aged woman standing on the corner (I live on a corner block with a bus stop) waiting for something. She had been there for a while I assumed. As I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/feeds/95524970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4153129&amp;postID=95524970&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/95524970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/95524970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/2003/06/good-deed-it-was-saturday-morning-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Chip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10618923949994923496</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-4153129.post-94254280</id><published>2003-05-13T18:52:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-05-13T21:53:59.000+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>First week @ ResMedI suppose I should write something about my first week at ResMed. It was a hectic week that went by oh so quickly. There was the usual sorting out where I was going to sit, what computer I was suppose to use and the rest of the admin that goes with starting a new job. They had ordered a new computer for me but it wasn't due to arrive until the second week, in fact it's still </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/feeds/94254280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4153129&amp;postID=94254280&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/94254280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/94254280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/2003/05/first-week-resmed-i-suppose-i-should.html' title=''/><author><name>Chip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10618923949994923496</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-4153129.post-93580746</id><published>2003-05-01T16:22:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-05-01T16:22:55.963+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My last day at AdtecMy last day at work here and it has been a blast. I didn't expect the boys to do anything as I just wanted to quietly slip away. But they had other ideas and gave a cardboard box full of "gifts". It included:* A plastic container with a packet of cat food on a bed of some uncooked rice to symbolise what I bring for lunch each day.* A limited edition Adtec notepad stuck </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/feeds/93580746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4153129&amp;postID=93580746&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/93580746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/93580746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/2003/05/my-last-day-at-adtec-my-last-day-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Chip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10618923949994923496</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-4153129.post-92745098</id><published>2003-04-17T09:46:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-04-17T10:01:59.000+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>UpdateEmployment: Signed the employment contract yesterday for the job at ResMed. Woohoo! It's not all smooth sailing though. I've only been offered a 3 month contract position to start off with. ResMed gets their R&amp;D budget every July. So there is no 100% guarantee that I'll get a permanent position once this contract expires. However at the interview they assured me that the chances are </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/feeds/92745098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4153129&amp;postID=92745098&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/92745098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/92745098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/2003/04/update-employmento-love-itll-be-our-6.html' title=''/><author><name>Chip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10618923949994923496</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-4153129.post-91958527</id><published>2003-04-04T14:00:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-04-04T14:00:13.123+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Had the interview today...As you may already know, I've been looking for another job for over 2 months now and today I had an interview for a Graduate Embedded Software Engineering position.The company is called ResMed Ltd. and they make medical products that help in treating breathing abnormalities, especially in the area of sleep apnea. The interview was at their Sydney office in Macquarie </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/feeds/91958527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4153129&amp;postID=91958527&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/91958527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/91958527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/2003/04/had-interview-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Chip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10618923949994923496</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-4153129.post-90425135</id><published>2003-03-10T11:31:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2003-03-10T11:31:11.013+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MovingSpent the whole weekend moving. Friday night was spent packing things up and putting them into cardboard boxes. Saturday morning the movers were suppose to arrive at 10am. They called at 10:30 and said they were going to be half an hour late. By 12:30 and numerous attempts to contact them (all of which ended in his voicemail) we decided to call another mover instead. Found someone who </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/feeds/90425135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4153129&amp;postID=90425135&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/90425135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/90425135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/2003/03/moving-sefton-i-wonder-what-happened.html' title=''/><author><name>Chip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10618923949994923496</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-4153129.post-90077776</id><published>2003-03-04T10:56:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2003-03-04T11:07:18.000+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Being forgottenI've been looking for a new job for the past month or so. Most of these jobs I'm applying to are through an employment agency. It's not because I want to but because companies tend to outsource this part to the "professionals" who do it for a living.In the past, I would send my resume and a short cover letter to the agency and if I didn't get a reply, then I can assume that I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/feeds/90077776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4153129&amp;postID=90077776&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/90077776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/90077776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/2003/03/being-forgotten-ive-been-looking-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Chip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10618923949994923496</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-4153129.post-89224092</id><published>2003-02-17T16:53:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2003-02-17T17:03:45.000+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Record anti-war protestsA record number of people turned up for anti-war protests yesterday in Sydney and in major cities around the world. John Howard, our Prime Minister, the man tasked with making the tough decisions, in the best interest of our nation, ignored these protests and defended his actions in sending troops to the gulf. Personally I think that is a sign of a strong leader and a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/feeds/89224092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4153129&amp;postID=89224092&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/89224092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/89224092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/2003/02/record-anti-war-protests-record-number.html' title=''/><author><name>Chip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10618923949994923496</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-4153129.post-88672080</id><published>2003-02-07T09:50:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2003-02-07T09:50:55.376+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So many Engineers!I've been looking for a new job recently and one of the keywords that I use to search these online job agencies is "Engineer". Now you wouldn't believe it but I got a tonne of hits based on that word. Initially I was like "Woohoo! Lotsa good jobs for me to choose from!" Then upon closer inspection I get jobs like "Japanese Speaking Technical Support Engineer" and "Voice </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/feeds/88672080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4153129&amp;postID=88672080&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/88672080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/88672080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/2003/02/so-many-engineers-ive-been-looking-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Chip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10618923949994923496</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-4153129.post-88492797</id><published>2003-02-04T08:46:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2003-02-04T08:48:26.000+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sultanas Part 2As you all recall in part 1 of the Sultanas episode, Paul had unknowingly eaten all of Georges' packet of sultanas and he wasn't impressed. Newton was the culprit as he managed to trick Paul into believing that it was his packet of sultanas. Well, as I was walking to work today I felt the truth must be told about this little debacle. On the afternoon of that day, Newton told me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/feeds/88492797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4153129&amp;postID=88492797&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/88492797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/88492797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/2003/02/sultanas-part-2-as-you-all-recall-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Chip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10618923949994923496</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-4153129.post-88492105</id><published>2003-02-04T08:32:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2003-02-04T08:34:15.000+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Changes...This is a little something I wrote to my friends on email a couple of weeks ago that depicts my situation with my army reserve commitments.======================================As you all know, people change with time. Our needs and wants today will not be the same in the future nor were they the same in the past. During the past year at the army, things have been quiet and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/feeds/88492105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4153129&amp;postID=88492105&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/88492105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/88492105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/2003/02/changes.html' title=''/><author><name>Chip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10618923949994923496</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-4153129.post-88245166</id><published>2003-01-30T14:19:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2003-01-30T14:40:15.000+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SultanasFunny thing happened at work today. One of my workmates, lets call him Newton, walks into our room and asks my other workmate, lets call him Paul, if he likes sultanas. That immediately got Paul's attention because he loves sultanas, and later reveals to me that there is not enough sultanas in the breakfast cereal Sultana Bran. So being a little curious he asks Newton why he's giving </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/feeds/88245166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4153129&amp;postID=88245166&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/88245166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/88245166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/2003/01/sultanas-funny-thing-happened-at-work.html' title=''/><author><name>Chip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10618923949994923496</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-4153129.post-88231634</id><published>2003-01-30T09:46:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2003-01-30T09:46:21.350+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Comments link is up!Woohoo! Now I can get feedback from people who reads this page. Comon, don't be shy now ;) (That's if there is actually people reading this page LOL)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/feeds/88231634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4153129&amp;postID=88231634&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/88231634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/88231634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/2003/01/comments-link-is-up-woohoo-now-i-can.html' title=''/><author><name>Chip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10618923949994923496</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-4153129.post-88187248</id><published>2003-01-29T12:16:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2003-01-29T12:16:38.913+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Testing 1 2 3...I've always wanted to start a personal journal about my life experiences/thoughts but just never got off my lazy ass to do something about it. Well now I have no excuse and being in the electronic age, it's never been easier! At least this will keep me sane during the work hours (don't tell my boss I'm doing this instead of working :)) So yeah, this is the first of many posts, I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/feeds/88187248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4153129&amp;postID=88187248&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/88187248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153129/posts/default/88187248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilam.blogspot.com/2003/01/testing-1-2-3.html' title=''/><author><name>Chip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10618923949994923496</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>
