<?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-7879694</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:38:39.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;  BackTrak</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>BackTrak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09353476637843134817</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>123</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7879694.post-8860038828694476473</id><published>2007-07-22T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T22:41:43.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It'll never happen to me...</title><content type='html'>You see it in the movies. You hear about this on the news. You think to yourself, how could anyone be so careless? You think, "It'll never happen to me".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i was driving along the other day, rather slowly as i was looking at houses, we saw a little toddler playing on the grass verge. At first we thought, "how cute!" then we realised WHERE he was playing and looked around to expect his mother to be standing behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But alas, no mother, no father, no ANYBODY! I just went along and said out loud i hope the parent IS somewhere nearby! But mez being the lovely girl she is, convinced me to turn back coz she had a bad feeling and wanted to check on the toddler. So I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i drove back, another car was coming the other way. As it drove past, the toddler was still there, oblivious to the world. Then he proceeded to step ONTO the road and wander. Mez was out of the car in a flash and scooped him up into her arms. All that came from the toddler were some baby giggles, as kids do their giggling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went into the house, whose front door and gate were opened, and went lookin for the irresponsible parent. The look on the father's face was priceless when we asked him,"Um excuse me, is this your child?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know he was extremely appreciative of what we did for him and his son, and the shock was enough to keep him speechless. But surely if you had a child that age, you would NEVER let him out of your sight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, it's easy to think "It'll never happen to me....."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879694-8860038828694476473?l=backtrak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/feeds/8860038828694476473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879694&amp;postID=8860038828694476473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/8860038828694476473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/8860038828694476473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/2007/07/itll-never-happen-to-me.html' title='It&apos;ll never happen to me...'/><author><name>BackTrak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09353476637843134817</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-7879694.post-5964879216831637988</id><published>2007-06-01T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T00:39:14.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How big can Dinosaur stool get!?</title><content type='html'>I heard about this place on the news the other day....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.news.com.au/story/0,23599,21801624-2,00.html"&gt;http://www.news.com.au/story/0,23599,21801624-2,00.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A museum based on the first book of the bible, Genesis. A place where exhibits are based on Creation, not evolution. The history of the world according to God. Shows how God's works and creations have developed over the years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as usual, just coz it's got to do with "religion", there has to be some controversy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Groups are protesting against the museum's opening. WTF!? There are evolutionists claiming it's wrong as it will 'confuse' kids when they go to school. One thing that really pisses me off are these groups out there condemning one thing, and thinking their own farts dont stink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These so called "scientists" say that evolution is science and hence is taught at school and hence a museum like this confuses kids.... where do they get off on this idea? Have they forgotten that evolution comes from one man's THEORY, which struggles to be backed up with HARD facts anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the otherhand, Creation is supported by no man's theories, but by GOD himself. I've had to study evolution in uni, and its the biggest load of dinosaur stool i've had to learn. Part of my life i will never get back.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You dont see Christians banging down the door of London's Natural History Museum, claiming that their exhibits of dinosaurs are heresy. So just coz Christians want a chance to display their views, why the heck are they being torn apart here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All i have to say is, Fair go. Christians dont hound these so called 'scientists' on the crap they claim to teach to the world, so why cant they show the same RESPECT &amp;amp; courtesy and go find a shovel and keep diggin around for whatever it is next they need to make up their next evolutionary theory....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879694-5964879216831637988?l=backtrak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/feeds/5964879216831637988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879694&amp;postID=5964879216831637988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/5964879216831637988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/5964879216831637988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/2007/06/how-big-can-dinosaur-stool-get.html' title='How big can Dinosaur stool get!?'/><author><name>BackTrak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09353476637843134817</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-7879694.post-6684109588145227288</id><published>2007-05-28T00:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T00:23:47.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>King Indeed?</title><content type='html'>Some people claim that the Durian is the "King of fruits"........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yHMwAc8jgBY/RlmvzO8tt4I/AAAAAAAAABc/4M6MlsKDveE/s1600-h/27052007174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yHMwAc8jgBY/RlmvzO8tt4I/AAAAAAAAABc/4M6MlsKDveE/s320/27052007174.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069276150303143810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judging by these expressions, Kings my arse.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Christa so eloquently puts it, "It's like somebody vomited down my throat!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879694-6684109588145227288?l=backtrak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/feeds/6684109588145227288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879694&amp;postID=6684109588145227288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/6684109588145227288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/6684109588145227288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/2007/05/king-indeed.html' title='King Indeed?'/><author><name>BackTrak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09353476637843134817</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://bp0.blogger.com/_yHMwAc8jgBY/RlmvzO8tt4I/AAAAAAAAABc/4M6MlsKDveE/s72-c/27052007174.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7879694.post-5669255245381412802</id><published>2007-04-12T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T00:33:38.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter 07</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Easter Long weekend was a good one....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing exciting report, on other hand, its the extreme opposite of exciting, it was a time of relaxation, good friends, good times and great weather.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yHMwAc8jgBY/RieXV4uXukI/AAAAAAAAABU/194nNHt5e38/s1600-h/DSCN0771.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yHMwAc8jgBY/RieXV4uXukI/AAAAAAAAABU/194nNHt5e38/s320/DSCN0771.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055175509006596674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yHMwAc8jgBY/RieXBouXuiI/AAAAAAAAABE/Q_afuNWcfOI/s1600-h/DSCN0768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yHMwAc8jgBY/RieXBouXuiI/AAAAAAAAABE/Q_afuNWcfOI/s320/DSCN0768.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055175161114245666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yHMwAc8jgBY/RieWAouXuhI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Q5ANTucwAbo/s1600-h/IMG_0039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yHMwAc8jgBY/RieWAouXuhI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Q5ANTucwAbo/s320/IMG_0039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055174044422748690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yHMwAc8jgBY/RieVTouXugI/AAAAAAAAAA0/N8PtH-TUqaI/s1600-h/IMG_0037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yHMwAc8jgBY/RieVTouXugI/AAAAAAAAAA0/N8PtH-TUqaI/s320/IMG_0037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055173271328635394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes Christa, you're such a Poser!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879694-5669255245381412802?l=backtrak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/feeds/5669255245381412802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879694&amp;postID=5669255245381412802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/5669255245381412802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/5669255245381412802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/2007/04/easter-07.html' title='Easter 07'/><author><name>BackTrak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09353476637843134817</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/_yHMwAc8jgBY/RieXV4uXukI/AAAAAAAAABU/194nNHt5e38/s72-c/DSCN0771.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7879694.post-6689708139656311415</id><published>2007-03-08T22:16:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T22:30:28.998+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Nearly a quarter...</title><content type='html'>We are one week into march. That's nearly a quarter of the way through 2007. Where does time go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first couple of months and a bit have been a struggle. Things have been so hectic with work, i feel breathless thinking about it. Then my cousin from melb moved in with me, which is cool, but nonetheless is a change to get used to. Then it went up a gear with the death 2 weeks ago. I never realised that true grieving is so difficult. Emotions go through you as if you mean nothing, and it makes it tough to be "yourself" so to speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then returning last week, i stepped off the plane and hit the ground running......&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Work up to my eyeballs.    &lt;br /&gt;&gt;Crap &amp; nonsense happening at work to complicate things.    &lt;br /&gt;&gt;Engagement parties &amp; hence presents.    &lt;br /&gt;&gt;40+ weather.    &lt;br /&gt;&gt;Lack of food at home.    &lt;br /&gt;&gt;Eagles losing.        &lt;br /&gt;&gt;Friends that always want to "do" something.        &lt;br /&gt;&gt;Strained friendships.        &lt;br /&gt;&gt;Lost friendships.        &lt;br /&gt;&gt;Parents who abuse their children.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;busy-ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cant wait for this quarter to end......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879694-6689708139656311415?l=backtrak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/feeds/6689708139656311415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879694&amp;postID=6689708139656311415' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/6689708139656311415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/6689708139656311415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/2007/03/nearly-quarter.html' title='Nearly a quarter...'/><author><name>BackTrak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09353476637843134817</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-7879694.post-5214945800219440686</id><published>2007-02-08T23:37:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T12:18:44.178+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Ultimate...</title><content type='html'>I've never found boxing or WWF or any of the "bloodsports" interesting at all. In fact, whenever i saw it on tv, i'd do the immediate change channel. But here's something that i'm really getting into.... &lt;a href="http://www.ufc.com/"&gt;Ultimate Fighting&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, it's got a different vibe about it and quite absorbing. Maybe its the fact that there are NO rules to this, and 2 guys are literally fighting for their lives. Blood and sweat are the norm, and this truly is a endurance test, not to mention survival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me really feel like a true wimp.......... I am so not a man...... :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879694-5214945800219440686?l=backtrak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/feeds/5214945800219440686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879694&amp;postID=5214945800219440686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/5214945800219440686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/5214945800219440686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/2007/02/ultimate.html' title='Ultimate...'/><author><name>BackTrak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09353476637843134817</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-7879694.post-1456916382865878156</id><published>2007-02-06T00:05:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T00:12:38.317+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Good or Bad?</title><content type='html'>Being 5 weeks into 2007 already, its made me think where the yr's gone. Not just that, but it's been so hectic that i'm lookin around for some sort of relief! And for the time being, it looks unlikely that will happen anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLUS, add the fact that i've got 5 weddings to attend this year already, it's getting crazy. This is something i really am not looking forward to. I understand that all of us have to go thru this at some stage of our lives, but i cant believe that my time has come. But this many weddings? We're only in Feb!! And i know that the inevitable question will rise during these times, "So when are YOU gonna be tying the knot?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to my couz Nat moving to Perth tommorow night, for at least the next 2 yrs, studying a postgrad course. She's to become my new housemate, and its just great to have her here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879694-1456916382865878156?l=backtrak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/feeds/1456916382865878156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879694&amp;postID=1456916382865878156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/1456916382865878156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/1456916382865878156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/2007/02/good-or-bad.html' title='Good or Bad?'/><author><name>BackTrak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09353476637843134817</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-7879694.post-8693449612985219630</id><published>2007-01-01T12:45:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T13:06:42.519+09:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Year 2007</title><content type='html'>It does not seem so long ago that we were all worried about the &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;millennium&lt;/span&gt; bug, entering the 21st century &amp; watching for planes falling out of the sky. But here we are now, 7 years on, the world the same as ever, yet constantly changing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past 3 NY's, I've felt pretty blase about the whole NY's thing, but in saying that, each time i had gone out, it has been a good time. But it seemed more procedural, matter of fact, something that just had to be done......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This NY's though, was great. We put NO expectations nor emphasis into the night or event, and just wanted to have a small get together and chill. It didnt quite turn out that way, and more people than we expected came, but that was a blessing in disguise. I had a great time chatting and making pizza with friends, then laying out on the porchanda outside watching old movies on the projector.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when it came to midnight, the event only afforded a mention, a weak smatter of applause, the movie held more precedent for now..... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as our fellow "revellers" started to depart, Mez and I managed to pull an all-nighter, catching the first rays of 2007's sunrise over King's Park. It was quite apparent that we werent the only ones with the idea, but it was a special moment for me nonetheless; sharing the first hours of daylight of 2007 with one very special person in my life. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yHMwAc8jgBY/RZiHbezYPqI/AAAAAAAAAAg/-LE4cjXvrYY/s1600-h/01012007098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yHMwAc8jgBY/RZiHbezYPqI/AAAAAAAAAAg/-LE4cjXvrYY/s320/01012007098.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014907091271827106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879694-8693449612985219630?l=backtrak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/feeds/8693449612985219630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879694&amp;postID=8693449612985219630' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/8693449612985219630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/8693449612985219630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-year-2007.html' title='The New Year 2007'/><author><name>BackTrak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09353476637843134817</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/_yHMwAc8jgBY/RZiHbezYPqI/AAAAAAAAAAg/-LE4cjXvrYY/s72-c/01012007098.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7879694.post-2702057964353021750</id><published>2006-12-17T23:08:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T23:16:17.863+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Brief Holiday</title><content type='html'>Travelling at full speed, it's difficult to slow down sometimes. These last 2 months of the year have been crazy. I feel like there's been so much goin on, and the last 2 months have felt like the entire year! That's usually a sign it's time for a break of some sort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few of us managed to head away from the Big Smoke, for 5 days in one of the most beautiful parts of Western Australia. Needless to say, it was awesome, and i've included some photos &lt;a href="http://share.shutterfly.com/action/welcome?sid=0Ibs3DZuxZsXcg"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to show you proof of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much to say, not enough time time to say it all, but as they say, "pictures say a thousand words."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yHMwAc8jgBY/RYVRAXz8GiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NSbA0BZHbAQ/s1600-h/IMG_1015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yHMwAc8jgBY/RYVRAXz8GiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NSbA0BZHbAQ/s320/IMG_1015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009499227353258530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879694-2702057964353021750?l=backtrak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/feeds/2702057964353021750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879694&amp;postID=2702057964353021750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/2702057964353021750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/2702057964353021750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/2006/12/brief-holiday.html' title='Brief Holiday'/><author><name>BackTrak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09353476637843134817</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://bp0.blogger.com/_yHMwAc8jgBY/RYVRAXz8GiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NSbA0BZHbAQ/s72-c/IMG_1015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7879694.post-116312151519374538</id><published>2006-11-10T09:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T11:48:29.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'>things of love and hate</title><content type='html'>I've come to LOVE my new &lt;a href="http://store.apple.com/133-622/WebObjects/australiastore.woa/wa/RSLID?mco=E8D2E5B4&amp;nclm=MacBookPro"&gt;Macbook pro&lt;/a&gt;. I was so apprehensive about making the switch to apple, but am so glad to have done so!! Therefore, for all those considering the shift themselves, Just do it! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are few things i really "HATE" as such, but i do hate being taken advantage of. Or even people i care about being taken advantage of. Like what happened on the weekend..... some dude was outside the restaurant asking everyone for money. When he asked us, we asked why, and he replied to buy food. Nothing unusual, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we thought we'd help him out and buy him a meal, but he preferred cash. (of course he would) But we just said we would buy him a meal of what WE were eating. So he obliged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he had the nerve to ask for the speciality of the house; a seafood noodles dish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There always has to be one to spoil it for others....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879694-116312151519374538?l=backtrak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/feeds/116312151519374538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879694&amp;postID=116312151519374538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/116312151519374538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/116312151519374538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/2006/11/things-of-love-and-hate.html' title='things of love and hate'/><author><name>BackTrak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09353476637843134817</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-7879694.post-116295110043957325</id><published>2006-11-08T09:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:34:35.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recommended Reading!</title><content type='html'>When i was younger, i used to find Time Magazine soooo boring. I mean, it just seemed so serious. I dont know if it's old age or what, but nowadays, i find the articles fascinating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is one topic i've always struggled with but have recently come to peace with. It's a very taboo topic to some who attend church or call themselves "christian", but this was very well covered and written by Time Magazine in September this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Does God Want You to be Rich?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The article is very well weighted i thought, and based its views on facts, not opinions. I like that they looked at the various biblical references supporting and disapproving wealth, but assuming that the people who wrote the article are not christians, the conclusion they came to was great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have a spare 15min to read this article, i STRONGLY recommend having a read. It'll open your eyes to a topic that divide christians all around the world. But thankfully, despite this difference, there is still the one common denominator that holds the faith together, in Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.time.com/time/magazine/article/0,9171,1533448,00.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879694-116295110043957325?l=backtrak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/feeds/116295110043957325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879694&amp;postID=116295110043957325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/116295110043957325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/116295110043957325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/2006/11/recommended-reading.html' title='Recommended Reading!'/><author><name>BackTrak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09353476637843134817</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-7879694.post-116040890307134626</id><published>2006-10-09T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:34:35.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The finest day in September</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Saturday the 30th September 2006 will forever stand as one of the most memorable days of my short life.  The entire weekend was a hoot. For those interested, there are pics &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" href="http://share.shutterfly.com/action/welcome?sid=0Ibs3DZuxZsXJw"&gt;here &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;and i've compiled a brief itinerary of my special weekend, one September in 2006.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16.40; Thurs, 28th Sept:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Had a mad day at work, supposed to have left work at 4.30pm to try to get to the airport for a 5.50 flight. Thanks heaps to Robbo for coming by work to pick me up and drop me off. A true mate and west coast supporter who was desperate to be there that one day in september but couldn't, but in turn helped another supporter get there himself. What a selfless act in the true spirit of footy.... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18.00; Thurs, 28th Sept:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; A FULL QANTAS 767 jet takes off for the skies in search of glory to the eastern seaboard of Australia. It was a plane load of West Coast supporters which also happened to have the non-playing 25 West Coast squad, trainers and coaching staff. The actual players themselves took the flight before. The vibe of the plane was electric, to say the least. Everyone knew everyone (I soon found out the whole plane was charted by the club, and was full of West Coast players, staff, admin, family, wives, etc.) and were chatting away, looking forward to 2 days time. Watched a pretty crap movie in Poseidon. (at least i got a movie and meal.... ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;23.50; Thurs, 28th Sept: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Landed in Melbourne, pretty stuffed. The fact that i worked the whole day, partook in a 3 hr flight had taken its toll....... i was running on adrenaline alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13.00; Fri, 29th Sept: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;walking around the streets of melbourne, the air was teeming with anticipation of 24 hrs into the future. West Coast supporters wore their guernsey and club gear with pride.... it's a wonder if any of us changed clothes that entire weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12.30; Sat, 30th Sept:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Got the call from leesz. Met up with her outside Gate 1 of the NEW Ponsford stand of the MCG. On the way to the MCG, had my Eagles scarf out the window of the car the whole way there. Passed a mob of sydney supporters on the way. That was interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13.00; Sat 30th Sept:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; entered the Ponsford stand. I was in awe. The 'oh-so-few-hairs' on the back of my neck were standing up. I have arrived. Found our seats. They were awesome. Close enough to see all parts of the ground, yet not too far from the action. Also noticed a LOT of attractives females around my area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;14.29; Sat 30th Sept:&lt;/span&gt; After a very ordinary pre-match entertainment, which i struggle to remember what was on, the moment had arrived. The players gathered at their positions... the starting siren sounds....... Game on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17.30ish; Sat 30th Sept:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Final siren sounds at last! I dont think i've ever experienced such a multitude of emotions over a 20min period. But such euphoria at the end! Lots of hugging of strangers and highfive-ing. Realised how sore my throat was.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18.15; Sat 30th Sept:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Fought the crowds (both happy and sad) to meet up with Leon and the other perth crew in town. More hugging and screaming ensued...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19.00 - late; Sat 30th Sept:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Never have I sung the West Coast Eagles song so many times in one night. West coast flags, scarves, hats, shirts were waved wherever you went. Footy's were kicked across the streets and tram lines. Strangers who would normally never even acknowledge each other were patting each other on the back, highfive-ing and sharing in each other's joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd think we'd just won a war. You'd think we'd won a presidential election. You'd think we'd saved the world from the evil of satan's army. In a sense we did....... and more. We'd won the AFL Grand Final!! &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;was there for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10.45; Sun 1st Oct:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; The airport was crazy. Leesz and I were sitting having brekky and saw the crowd cheering the players as they walked thru the metal detectors. Autographs were requested by everyone. Cameras were flashing. I thought a plethora of hollywood stars had arrived. It was so unreal. Everywhere i looked, Eagles colours were ever present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11.10; Sun 1st Oct:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Boarded the plane for the journey home. Again, I was fortunate enough to be on the West Coast plane. This time however, the ENTIRE club was on this plane, including the 25 that played yesterday. Trevor Nisbett had the premiership cup 3 rows in front of me! It was ironic how something so precious was nonchanlantly chucked in the overheard compartment, only to be cushioned last minute by some pillows lying around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mood was rather mellow on the trip back. Might've been the fact everyone's probably hungover. I was looking forward to watching Nacho Libre on the way back, but guess what? Something even better was on instead.... Yes, they replayed the grand final. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13.10; Sun 1st oct:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Disembarked the plane to a huge roaring crowd. Leesz had warned me of the welcoming crowd at the airport, but i could not picture what she meant. It was like our own mini subi oval within the airport! Even the road leading out of the airport was lined with people that had parked their cars to cheer their team. It was like a street parade down that road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Needless to say, sleep was not really on offer that weekend. The anticipation and excitement leading up to the game and the sheer jubilation that followed didnt allow much sleep. I am just so esctatic and appreciative and blessed that i had the privilege of being there, the finest day in September.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879694-116040890307134626?l=backtrak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/feeds/116040890307134626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879694&amp;postID=116040890307134626' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/116040890307134626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/116040890307134626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/2006/10/finest-day-in-september.html' title='The finest day in September'/><author><name>BackTrak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09353476637843134817</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-7879694.post-115917135605418516</id><published>2006-09-25T16:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:34:35.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MCG, here I come!</title><content type='html'>It's confirmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to the 2006 AFL grand final.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited I have no words to explain it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now have one of my "Things to do before i die" list completed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4010/507/1600/cup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4010/507/320/cup.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                      Carn the Eagles!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879694-115917135605418516?l=backtrak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/feeds/115917135605418516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879694&amp;postID=115917135605418516' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/115917135605418516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/115917135605418516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/2006/09/mcg-here-i-come.html' title='MCG, here I come!'/><author><name>BackTrak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09353476637843134817</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-7879694.post-115911442208325223</id><published>2006-09-25T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:34:35.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Limbo</title><content type='html'>This has been the best weekend of the season ever.......... It was a terrific game on saturday, the way we overcame adversity to win our way to the grand final.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But alas,  I now sit in limbo, awaiting to see if i get to witness this great spectacle.... that last saturday in september..........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879694-115911442208325223?l=backtrak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/feeds/115911442208325223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879694&amp;postID=115911442208325223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/115911442208325223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/115911442208325223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/2006/09/in-limbo.html' title='In Limbo'/><author><name>BackTrak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09353476637843134817</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-7879694.post-115847411071183264</id><published>2006-09-17T14:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:34:35.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I saw the sign..</title><content type='html'>I am definitely sure that i am overdue for my next trip. So many ppl around me have been travelling, going travelling or are currently travelling.  The pictures on &lt;a href="http://www.allentoh.com"&gt;Al's&lt;/a&gt; site has just just confirmed it for me. What is so cool is that every single one of his photos, i've been there! I remember that! I've got the same photos!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially Bratislava, where i did not have the best time coz of the weather, the streets he walked were soooo familar! I knew what was just around this corner or that corner. But it would've been nice to have the sunshine when i was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to hit the WORLD scene again! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879694-115847411071183264?l=backtrak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/feeds/115847411071183264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879694&amp;postID=115847411071183264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/115847411071183264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/115847411071183264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-saw-sign_17.html' title='I saw the sign..'/><author><name>BackTrak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09353476637843134817</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-7879694.post-115816271227461626</id><published>2006-09-13T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:34:34.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh yeah, i forgot.....</title><content type='html'>I mentioned something about melbourne photos, from when i went a few weeks ago......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i've finally got around to putting them up.... Just look to the link on your right! =&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879694-115816271227461626?l=backtrak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/feeds/115816271227461626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879694&amp;postID=115816271227461626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/115816271227461626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/115816271227461626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/2006/09/oh-yeah-i-forgot.html' title='Oh yeah, i forgot.....'/><author><name>BackTrak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09353476637843134817</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-7879694.post-115816253676195219</id><published>2006-09-13T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:34:34.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Debacle quelled.</title><content type='html'>I'm pleased to say that i didnt waste my tuesday this week clicking a mouse button continuously, trying to get my tickets to this week's Eagles final. I actually managed to get through within 10mins of logging onto the net. Either i'm extremely lucky or ticketmaster have lifted their game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, i still think it would be easier if the AFL would just let us keep our original seats.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let's hope the good times continue, and we actually win this time!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879694-115816253676195219?l=backtrak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/feeds/115816253676195219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879694&amp;postID=115816253676195219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/115816253676195219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/115816253676195219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/2006/09/debacle-quelled.html' title='Debacle quelled.'/><author><name>BackTrak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09353476637843134817</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-7879694.post-115736290000713001</id><published>2006-09-04T17:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:34:34.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Absurdity Amplified</title><content type='html'>Today was a total waste of a day. I have never felt so frustrated in a LONG time. Yes, i was happy and looking forward to this day, but spending the ENTIRE day (5 hours in total) in front of a computer and phone trying to get my freakin tickets to the Eagles V Swans qualifying final pushed my patience past its threshold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what they will say. "You have to understand that with this volume of people trying to get tickets at the same time, there will be some waiting." But this is ridiculous. You would think that for as long as the AFL has been running, they would have learnt from the past, especially after LAST year. Yes, last year wasnt that long ago! Sure some common sense could prevail from such madness!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The West Coast Eagles Football Club have one of the highest (if not THE highest) memberships in the league. You KNOW that EVERY single one of those members will be wanting tickets. And you KNOW that they'd like their usual seats. And you KNOW that 40000+ members will be battering your doors and website and phone lines today. Why not take action in anticipation of this? Or better still, devise a freaking logical system that takes the load off your staff, phones and website and allow original allocation of seating for a period of time, and if the member does NOT claim their seat within their time, then they lose it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wouldnt that prevent the mad rush of disgruntled members and the crashing of computer systems? Mr. AFL, you want this competition to be a "professional" sporting body, with hopes to become international and match the other codes such as the English Premier league, NBA, NFL, etc. You are a long, long, long way away from this, and the inability to learn from previous RECENT mistakes impedes any such growth as yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879694-115736290000713001?l=backtrak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/feeds/115736290000713001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879694&amp;postID=115736290000713001' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/115736290000713001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/115736290000713001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/2006/09/absurdity-amplified.html' title='Absurdity Amplified'/><author><name>BackTrak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09353476637843134817</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-7879694.post-115526813310279530</id><published>2006-08-11T11:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:34:34.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suggestions?</title><content type='html'>I'm looking around for a new notebook computer. I've been looking, but i'm getting all the more confused and overwhelmed with the great variety in notebook computers these days. I know what i want......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- small and lightweight (but not super small or those ultra-portable ones)&lt;br /&gt;- powerful and fast (i do a lot of photo imaging stuff)&lt;br /&gt;- that super bright screen thingy (and i'm thinking nothing smaller than a 15.4" screen)&lt;br /&gt;- long battery life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i'm confused by all the new processors out at the moment and this and that. Dunno which is a good one. Does anyone know what the "top" one is at the moment, as a benchmark, so i have something to compare models to? :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879694-115526813310279530?l=backtrak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/feeds/115526813310279530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879694&amp;postID=115526813310279530' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/115526813310279530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/115526813310279530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/2006/08/suggestions.html' title='Suggestions?'/><author><name>BackTrak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09353476637843134817</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-7879694.post-115462192319713044</id><published>2006-08-03T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:34:34.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Syd</title><content type='html'>A couple of weeks ago, i was dragged kickin and screamin all the way to sydney for some conference i didnt really want to go to. When i first registered to go in January, i thought, "might as well, there's nothing better to do!" But when time came, i really couldnt be bothered. Not only that, but it coincided with a trip to Kenya my church was doing, which i really DID want to go on! But coz i had already paid and registered and all that, i couldnt really pull out. Hence i was really bummed and pissed that i had to go, and rocked up to the sydney ICMDA conference not in the best frame of mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little did i know that it was to be the best thing i have done thus far in 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;nternational &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;hristian &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;edical &amp; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;ental &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;ssociation World Congress in Sydney was a gathering of medical and dental people from around the WORLD. I held ZERO expectations upon arrival, and boy was i glad that was the case. The presence of hundreds of people in the healthcare industry with a massive passion for our God and how the two go hand in hand..... i dont think it's possible to describe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does one describe one's "feeling" literally? I know i cant. I felt so spiritually uplifted, it was higher than any drug i've been on. Now i begin to understand what the day of Pentecost may have felt like. Meeting members of all nations in one place was overwhelming. Rubbing shoulders with fellow doctors/dentists from the congo, korea, zimbabwe, norway, usa, germany, holland, brazil..... the list goes on, was so surreal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The greatest gift i recieved from this time were the many lessons recieved, both personally and professionally. Lessons gratefully accepted and forever remembered and treasured for the rest  of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4010/507/1600/collage.0.jpg"&gt;                                                                                 &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 313px; height: 290px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4010/507/320/collage.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4010/507/1600/collage1.0.jpg"&gt;                                                                                     &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 307px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4010/507/320/collage1.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879694-115462192319713044?l=backtrak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/feeds/115462192319713044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879694&amp;postID=115462192319713044' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/115462192319713044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/115462192319713044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/2006/08/syd.html' title='Syd'/><author><name>BackTrak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09353476637843134817</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-7879694.post-115173377210760819</id><published>2006-07-01T14:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:34:33.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Visual</title><content type='html'>A picture says a thousand words. Dunno how many words these pictures will say, but how can I sum up, the first half of this year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4010/507/1600/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4010/507/320/collage.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4010/507/1600/collage2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4010/507/320/collage2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4010/507/1600/collage3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4010/507/320/collage3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4010/507/1600/collage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4010/507/320/collage1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879694-115173377210760819?l=backtrak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/feeds/115173377210760819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879694&amp;postID=115173377210760819' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/115173377210760819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/115173377210760819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/2006/07/visual.html' title='Visual'/><author><name>BackTrak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09353476637843134817</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-7879694.post-115078082315116418</id><published>2006-06-20T13:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:34:33.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LIfe goes on...</title><content type='html'>Wow. Didnt realise it's been so long since my last post. Obviously i havent been missed, coz noone's made any comment :) I guess quite a bit has happened in the time in my last post, but where do i start? I'll try lists, since i just love lists......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- finished my housesitting gig&lt;br /&gt;- moved into my own place (still settling in)&lt;br /&gt;- work's getting into a routine&lt;br /&gt;- really relishing working in kids ministry&lt;br /&gt;- got my 1st real compliment from a parent of one of the kids i teach&lt;br /&gt;- loving the job i have as it allows me to stay up all nite to watch the world cup!&lt;br /&gt;- spiritual life has been a real rollercoaster&lt;br /&gt;- always knew, but never really wanted to believe that females are soooooo damn complicated. i give up.....&lt;br /&gt;- Been real lazy of late, havent been cooking or eating well.&lt;br /&gt;- i miss travelling. REAL bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny. I know there's heaps that have been going on, but yet i sit here stuck on what to write.... sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to post some photos up soon......... pictures say a thousand words, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879694-115078082315116418?l=backtrak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/feeds/115078082315116418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879694&amp;postID=115078082315116418' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/115078082315116418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/115078082315116418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/2006/06/life-goes-on.html' title='LIfe goes on...'/><author><name>BackTrak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09353476637843134817</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-7879694.post-114528620182169497</id><published>2006-04-17T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:34:33.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'>F-R-A-G-I-L-E</title><content type='html'>Life is fragile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this became none more apparant to me until the last couple of weeks.  To keep it brief, an absolute tragedy occured a couple of weeks ago. A tragedy likened to something you'd see in the movies. A dearly loved mother, a daughter, a sister and a friend, passed away 2 days after giving birth to a healthy baby daughter. She left behind a husband, and 4 children, all under the age of 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i first heard this, i felt sorry for the family and people involved. But that's about it. I mean, i didnt know these people personally, so it's hard to feel any more. So when they were looking for volunteers to help in the memorial service last week, i put my hand up as i thought i'd be one of the few that wouldnt be too affected, as i didnt know them personally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I havent been so sad for a long long time. By the end of the service, i felt emotionally drained, numb and extremely upset with a heavy heart. I could not begin to fathom how her husband must be. And i didnt even know her personally. But i did realise that i knew her children, which was the real heartbreaker for me. I am connected to the kids thru sunday school, and hence a wave of despair overcame me during the service, and the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it difficult to look at children and families now without this tragedy in mind. This was such a young family of promise, which was so easily broken just like that. I look at people and the world and realise how easily it could be broken. In a world where we LIKE to think we're in control, it goes to show just how little control over life we really do have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No words or actions could ever express my condolesences to the family, but my heart bleeds for them. Now i have the slightest inkling of what Christ feels for us, why he died for us. May we remember what this long weekend signifies for us all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is fragile indeed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879694-114528620182169497?l=backtrak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/feeds/114528620182169497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879694&amp;postID=114528620182169497' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/114528620182169497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/114528620182169497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/2006/04/f-r-g-i-l-e.html' title='F-R-A-G-I-L-E'/><author><name>BackTrak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09353476637843134817</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-7879694.post-114234812628975670</id><published>2006-03-14T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:34:33.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's luxuries</title><content type='html'>There's a something special about life's little luxuries, isnt there? And i think i've found another one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When one goes grocery shopping, we always look for the cheapest deals, right? And that goes for mundane things like toilet paper. Well, i decided to go against the trend, and splurged on bog rolls. I bought the most expensive, thickest, multi-ply'd, fragrant paper i could find. I just had to find out if there really was ANY difference! I mean, at the end of the day, they all have the same purpose, and its purpose is pretty simple, so how different can companies make them!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me say this...... it IS worth the extra dollar or two for super thick, quadruple ply, soft, pleasant smelling toilet paper. Tis indeed a luxury everyone should afford........ :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879694-114234812628975670?l=backtrak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/feeds/114234812628975670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879694&amp;postID=114234812628975670' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/114234812628975670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/114234812628975670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/2006/03/lifes-luxuries.html' title='Life&apos;s luxuries'/><author><name>BackTrak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09353476637843134817</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-7879694.post-114135747832025887</id><published>2006-03-03T11:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:34:33.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>phone freaks</title><content type='html'>Ever since that Seinfeld episode where a telemarketing call centre calls Jerry, and he toys with them over the phone, i've been wanting an opportunity to do the same. This morning, I HAD that opportunity..... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;callcentre: Hello? May I speak to Mr Oh?&lt;br /&gt;me: Sorry, he's not home at the moment, may i take a msg?&lt;br /&gt;callcentre: Oh, no, i cant leave a msg, whom am i speaking to? Is that Mr Oh?&lt;br /&gt;me: No, he's not in. can i take a msg?&lt;br /&gt;callcentre: who am i speaking to?&lt;br /&gt;me: who am I speaking to?&lt;br /&gt;callcentre: I'm Angel, and you are......?&lt;br /&gt;me: what can i do for you?&lt;br /&gt;callcentre: If wont tell me who you are, i'll have to end this conversation...&lt;br /&gt;me: fine. &lt;click&gt; (end of conversation)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do they think they are!? They dont DEMAND i identify myself.... They called ME, i dont know who the heck they are, why should i identify MYself? I'll bloody well tell them my name if I FEEL like it, not coz i HAVE to. At least I'm a little satisfied now. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879694-114135747832025887?l=backtrak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/feeds/114135747832025887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879694&amp;postID=114135747832025887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/114135747832025887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/114135747832025887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/2006/03/phone-freaks.html' title='phone freaks'/><author><name>BackTrak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09353476637843134817</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-7879694.post-113880980387600957</id><published>2006-02-01T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:34:33.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>High Drama</title><content type='html'>I was at the post office on Monday, handing in my application for the government's new "Working With Children" card. Now it's a pretty sad state of affairs when it is required to register adults working with children because of all the sickos around, but that's another matter.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i thought it'd be a 5 minute job, in and out, maybe with a quick snapshot for the card.... But no, it took about an hour! How so u may ask? I guess when u take into account lining up, and all that, it could take awhile. But not an hour surely!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it takes that long when u have to fill out the forms MORE than once. I'm not an idiot (i think) but apparantly there are such strict regulations on HOW to fill out the stupid form. And it aint short either. And i had to redo it THREE times! And have to goto my employer to get her to sign in THREE times. Can u see how it took an hour?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time: "nup. Sorry. It's blue. You HAVE to use BLACK pen"&lt;br /&gt;Second time: "nope, you signed OUTSIDE the box. Yup, even if it's 0.5 mm outside the box, u have to do it again"&lt;br /&gt;Third time: "ok &lt;reluctantly&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And u should've seen the drama it kicked up in the post office, as the lady showed various staff and superiors in the post office to confirm that i had to redo it again. The all stared at it for minutes, shaking their heads in disapproval, shocked at my discrepancy. Seriously ladies, it's only a bloody form with half a millimetre of my signature hanging out of the box, it's not exactly a terrorist bomb. Some people need a chill pill.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879694-113880980387600957?l=backtrak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/feeds/113880980387600957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879694&amp;postID=113880980387600957' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/113880980387600957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/113880980387600957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/2006/02/high-drama.html' title='High Drama'/><author><name>BackTrak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09353476637843134817</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-7879694.post-113810784220910560</id><published>2006-01-24T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:34:33.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some things are better left unsaid.</title><content type='html'>Sometimes there are certain things in life you just dont want to know about. Knowledge that once attained, will ruin the image you had previously carved in your mind. Things that actually leave u feeling dumber than u were before. Just something u know you would be happier if u just did NOT know..... But when u take one of nature's true miracles, your perception is that its all dandy, beautiful and wonderful, until the reality of the situation is revealed to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At work, i'm surrounded by women. Some may say that's paradise. And in most cases, it is. But today, i learnt certain things about "women business" i didnt appreciate too much. The talk at lunch came down to babies and pregnancies, which is understandable since one of them is expecting her 1st child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to scar some of you fellas out there, but lets say that the woman's body goes thru some unsavoury changes thru her pregnancy, that may not be so obvious to the outsider. U have the obvious lumps and bumps that appear that anyone can see, but there are other things so hideous and dark that it pains me to think about it. Apparantly the look on my face was priceless as the girls went on comparing pregnancy notes. I think my expression was one of sheer shock and disgust, similar to one suffering from a nauseating kick in the goolies, that left the girls laughing their heads off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess u mums out there would know what these are, but lets just say, i'll never look at a pregnant lady the same way again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879694-113810784220910560?l=backtrak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/feeds/113810784220910560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879694&amp;postID=113810784220910560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/113810784220910560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/113810784220910560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/2006/01/some-things-are-better-left-unsaid.html' title='Some things are better left unsaid.'/><author><name>BackTrak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09353476637843134817</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-7879694.post-113621850939206466</id><published>2006-01-02T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:34:33.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Annual Review</title><content type='html'>Tis the time of the year again, well the START of a new year,  so as with everyone else, it would be most appropriate to perform our annual review of 2005. Heck, if big corporations can do it, why cant I??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's a big call, but 2005 has been the BEST year in my memory. I guess there has to be a "best" somewhere, and mine so happens to be very recent as compared to a long time ago. What would culminate 2005 to be the best yr in my very poor memory? Well I could mention a few....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- starting 2005 with backpacking  around europe for the 1st 3mths of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4010/507/1600/mar040622.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4010/507/320/mar040622.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- built my 1st BIG snowman ever&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4010/507/1600/img_4381.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4010/507/320/img_4381.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- mission trip to madagascar and mauritius&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4010/507/1600/17th.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4010/507/320/17th.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The forging of new friendships and deepening of existing friendships&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4010/507/1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4010/507/320/2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- All the weddings!! Congrats Steve &amp; Nicola, MayChin &amp;amp; Rob, Ron &amp; Sara, Ivan &amp;amp; Angel.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The terrific new job i so badly needed. Thank God for saving me!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4010/507/1600/xmasparty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4010/507/320/xmasparty.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The balance struck between work and play, I'm loving my roster!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4010/507/1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4010/507/320/1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;- Full recovery from my back surgery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- And to top it all off, a terrific NYE spent down south, with me sleeping under the grandest night sky, bursting with more stars than I have EVER seen in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been so blessed this year, and i thank EVERYONE and everything for being a part of it. And God wililng, may the good times rock on!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4010/507/1600/353_5303-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4010/507/320/353_5303-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879694-113621850939206466?l=backtrak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/feeds/113621850939206466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879694&amp;postID=113621850939206466' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/113621850939206466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/113621850939206466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/2006/01/annual-review.html' title='Annual Review'/><author><name>BackTrak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09353476637843134817</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-7879694.post-113457772762815962</id><published>2005-12-15T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:34:32.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tis the Festive Season</title><content type='html'>I am officially on holidays as of NOW! After having a marathon session at work, (and an equally marathon of a phone conversation, to which i found out ppl still read this blog...) I can now rest easy and look forward to days of pleasure. But looking at my diary, i dont have a lot of time to rest easy for some reason! What kind of holiday is this!? But its good busy, and the sort of busy that is in preparation to the ultimate relaxation period.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this is indeed the most festive season i've had in awhile........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Friday, catching the ferry to Rotto, where our work xmas party is at. A great day of sun (we hope!) and fun!&lt;br /&gt;2) Saturday, got dinner with the impact leadership crew!&lt;br /&gt;3) Sunday, well, it's sunday.&lt;br /&gt;4) Monday; pick my couz up from the airport (7am in the bloody morning!) and do food shopping for the week ahead.&lt;br /&gt;5) the REST of the week; DUNSBOROUGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, next week, i've got the week in Dunsborough, and opportunity to really kick back and relax. I've got so many good memories of that place, even though i havent been there in 6 yrs.  We've got an awesome crew heading down there, and found a sweet house to shack up in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can picture this time of great fellowship and a truly revitalising time away. Plenty of eating and drinking will be done, true to the festive spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the festivities BEGIN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879694-113457772762815962?l=backtrak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/feeds/113457772762815962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879694&amp;postID=113457772762815962' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/113457772762815962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/113457772762815962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/2005/12/tis-festive-season.html' title='Tis the Festive Season'/><author><name>BackTrak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09353476637843134817</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-7879694.post-113440433764689074</id><published>2005-12-12T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:34:32.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad news.</title><content type='html'>I know whenever something major on the news occurs, a lot of people blog about the same issue. I'm sorry to say that i will be doing no different, but this is a topic that strikes close to my heart. Sometimes i think its better not to watch all the news reports about the racist riots in sydney, and just turn a blind eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But would it be better to ignore it and believe that the "majority" arent like that and that majority rules? I totally agree that racists in Australia exist, but they are the minority. I have not experienced racism in a long time, not since i was in school. But what really gets to me is how the politicians are trying to "sweep this under the carpet" and blame it on alcohol abuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched an interview with the lord mayor of Cronulla, and all he kept saying was "too much alcohol" and "lets move forward from this". Yes we have to move forward, but u cant just IGNORE what has just happened!!!!!!!!!!  Prime Minister Howard is in denial if he thinks there is no racism involved. Yes it's a law and order problem, it's bloody racial villification, so it IS against the law! But for fuck's sake, can he not see it for what it is!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Politicians piss me off for ONE reason. Their need to weasel their way around questions or issues, until they can get their lackeys to write them a proper statement. It's great that Howard doesnt condone what has just happened, but dont think that letting these ppl just "cool off" and sober up will cure the situation. The underlying problem is still there. Alcohol and a minority of shitstirrers just magnified it. These so called "leaders" are promoting the act of sweeping it under the carpet and hope no one noticed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad that this has made international news, and i really hope this does damage australia's reputation.  Howard needs to realise that he needs to fix his own backyard up before he plays with the big boys in Asia. He wants australia to be part of asia, but if it gives off the impression that they're not wanted, what hope has he got?? Also, this might be the spur for the community of Australia to bind together and really fight against this wrongful reputation. Australia is a beautiful country with great ppl of all cultural backgrounds. But there are too many fence sitters led by a person lacking testicles suffering from shortman syndrome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, i feel the police have done the best they could and good on them. I just hope the governments dont let them down and follow this up and finish it off. Sometimes i think the best punishment would be humilation rather than jail. Why not publish EVERY one of their faces in every newspaper and news show to reveal these cowards for who they are. There's so much video footage of the riots, why not freeze frame as many ppl as u can, identify them and publish their name and picture in the "riot roll call of shame"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May Justice prevail.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879694-113440433764689074?l=backtrak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/feeds/113440433764689074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879694&amp;postID=113440433764689074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/113440433764689074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/113440433764689074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/2005/12/sad-news.html' title='Sad news.'/><author><name>BackTrak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09353476637843134817</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-7879694.post-113431599051221653</id><published>2005-12-11T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:34:32.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessed union</title><content type='html'>It takes a bit for me to be inspired to blog nowadays. And the weekend has been inspiration enough. I've had the honor to witness the union of a true mate with his partner for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems as though I've had weddings coming out of my ears of late, but this one i truly have been looking forward to for a long time. (not as long as the groom has, of course!) It was a day of great celebration, and i havent met a more relaxed groom ever! The day started off with a bit of tenpin bowling, then the wedding ceremony, all the way to the reception! Whatever the case, to be able to go tenpin bowling on the day of your wedding, that's truly stress free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, the bride steals the show, but that's ok. The whole day seemed to pass by smoothly, even the weather held up for us. But to top it off, just when you thought it was safe to hit the road and go off home, Seabs had to get his car bogged. So we hung around for what seemed like awhile trying to un-bog the mighty ute. In the end, all methods failed bar the most crude one.... Just lift the bloody car, we've got enough blokes here! So all in all, a memorable day and night. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4010/507/1600/350_5100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4010/507/320/350_5100.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4010/507/1600/351_5104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4010/507/320/351_5104.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4010/507/1600/351_5109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4010/507/320/351_5109.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4010/507/1600/351_5120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4010/507/320/351_5120.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all i really have to say is, "Ron and Sara, congrats on this great union, and my best wishes and prayers are always with yous for the rest of your lives." :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879694-113431599051221653?l=backtrak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/feeds/113431599051221653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879694&amp;postID=113431599051221653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/113431599051221653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/113431599051221653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/2005/12/blessed-union.html' title='Blessed union'/><author><name>BackTrak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09353476637843134817</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-7879694.post-113336819900790745</id><published>2005-12-01T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:34:32.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What the bucks!?</title><content type='html'>For those still interested...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i'm still alive. Not only that, but also kickin....... i've found a new lease on life that has allowed me to keep kickin. It's amazing the difference it makes when you have  a job and workplace you actually WANT to be there for. Where you wake up in the morning and WANT to goto work and do GOOD work too. Needless to say, my new job is going great, i'm enjoying it thoroughly and hope it will continue to be as great as it is now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that has been happening lately are weddings. They seem to be popping up EVERYWHERE. I just went to one last week, got one next week, and another one in the 1st week of jan. Not to mention the ones friends have to goto as well. People are getting hitched all over the place. And the timing aint so great, i mean, some ppl have xmas to budget for as well!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with weddings, buck's nights preceeds them. Well in my case, buck's day. It all started well with a barbie with the fellas and a few drinks shared, until the fun and games started. I've never been to a buck's do quite like this one. And to put it bluntly, if i had to go thru this, i'd rather not get married. That's how bad it was. What is the reason for a buck's night anyway!!?? It's bloody mindless and useless if u ask me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The poor groom was basically humilliated and degraded in a public place in acts i consider barbaric. I dont see the fun in it or the point of it. Cracking eggs and smothering used nappies on someone............ WHY? And that wasnt the worst of it. Would a stripper been better? I dont know, but i think both are as bad as each other. The main take home message is, i aint having no buck's nite, that's for sure!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879694-113336819900790745?l=backtrak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/feeds/113336819900790745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879694&amp;postID=113336819900790745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/113336819900790745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/113336819900790745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/2005/12/what-bucks.html' title='What the bucks!?'/><author><name>BackTrak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09353476637843134817</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-7879694.post-113164557669660677</id><published>2005-11-11T01:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:34:32.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Insomnia</title><content type='html'>I dont know if i have it. How does one diagnose oneself with this? Would being wide awake in the middle of the night (morning) have anything to do with it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont think i'm a chronic sufferer of insomnia, but man, it would suck if i was. At this moment, i cannot get to sleep, i've been tossing and turning in my bed for the last 2 hrs, unable to fall asleep. Then again, how do u know if u have fallen asleep? I remember those dreams where u dream you're awake, when actually you're not, but asleep, if that makes sense.... ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or am I currently sleepwalking/typing? Now that would be freaky. They say that sleepwalkers appear to be totally normal as they do things, so i could've slept-walk to my computer, turned it on, logged on, and blogged away....... hmmmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's got something to do with my new job....... It does involve later hours, much like a night shift, only i dont go ALL night. For instance, 2 nite i got home at 10pm. Like a friend of mine suggested, it takes time to wind down after a day's work, and if mine started later and finished later, then its gonna take longer to wind down..... I guess that sounds about right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesnt make me feel any better though....... Zzz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879694-113164557669660677?l=backtrak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/feeds/113164557669660677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879694&amp;postID=113164557669660677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/113164557669660677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/113164557669660677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/2005/11/insomnia.html' title='Insomnia'/><author><name>BackTrak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09353476637843134817</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-7879694.post-113094993142582996</id><published>2005-11-02T10:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:34:32.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Longing</title><content type='html'>The last 3 weeks have been very awkward. I believe it has to do with the transition period that i am going thru at the moment, the switching of workplaces. It has been dead quiet at work, and i have been literally working half days for the past 2 weeks. The less work i have, means less money, but that's not really bothering me. I think what bothers me the most is the apparant waste of time i am faced with each day. And lots of time on one's hand leaves a lot of time to think.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel guilty, sloth-like and lazy, coming home each day at 11am, after working for only a couple of hours. Coz everyone else i know is working, there's noone to hang with, which leaves me able to bask in the lovely spring sun, by MYSELF. It may sound good to some readers out there, but i dont know..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing makes this worse for me then to think about travel. Just like chocolate or il gelato are some people's weaknesses, mine is travel. I was flicking thru the &lt;a href="http://www.lonelyplanet.com/"&gt;lonely planet&lt;/a&gt; webpage, to the thorntree forum. It's a forum where fellow travellers post FAQ and comments about all the places they are visiting or visited. Just going thru that forum makes my heart yearn ever so much to be out there again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i sit here and read everyone's comments, questions or short stories, emotions run high. I laugh at each mistake the traveller is about to make, and i empathise with those that had the same experiences i had. I become suprised with NEW facts that come from places i've visited, which make me wanna know more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is an amazing place. Who could've fathomed the creation of such a melting pot of people, places, cultures, smells, sounds, colors, buildings, food, languages or experiences that leaves the heart and mind longing for more and more..... I guess it's true; noone truly knows your heart's desires more than God himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4010/507/1600/mar040766.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4010/507/400/mar040766.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                               How I long to set foot on foreign soil once more..........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879694-113094993142582996?l=backtrak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/feeds/113094993142582996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879694&amp;postID=113094993142582996' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/113094993142582996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/113094993142582996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/2005/11/longing.html' title='Longing'/><author><name>BackTrak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09353476637843134817</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-7879694.post-113025296064323739</id><published>2005-10-25T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:34:32.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Occurences thus far</title><content type='html'>I think God is trying to tell me something.............. I should STOP playing basketball. I totally busted my hand last week, and it's taking a very LONG time to heal. I've broken fingers and strained and jarred fingers, but i've never sprained it in such a way before. My whole thumb and forefinger were so swollen, it hurt just to move them. And the next day, it went REAL black..... that was scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4010/507/1600/350_5034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4010/507/320/350_5034.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4010/507/1600/350_5035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4010/507/320/350_5035.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to cancel the afternoon of work, coz i just couldnt do squat. That sucked. But on the up side, i have a bit of news for the few who still frequent this blog......... I've QUIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, after yrs of suffering, i've finally managed to find a new place that will further my career, and more importantly, maintain my sanity. This new place is most definitely a step UP for me, and the type of workplace that reflects my personality and professionalism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from that, the weekend was pretty full on. We had our church camp over the weekend which was a total suprise packet.... it was fabulous. Then on sunday nite was Church Together. For those not knowing what that is, you may have heard it, literally. Supreme Court gardens, thousands of people, LOUD music. Anyone within the vicinity would've heard it, and if u did, i hope u got a chance to pop in and have a look. It was grand..... I was totally taken by the venue and i hope they have it here again next year.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4010/507/1600/churchtogether.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4010/507/320/churchtogether.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879694-113025296064323739?l=backtrak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/feeds/113025296064323739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879694&amp;postID=113025296064323739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/113025296064323739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/113025296064323739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/2005/10/occurences-thus-far.html' title='Occurences thus far'/><author><name>BackTrak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09353476637843134817</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-7879694.post-112938952304086719</id><published>2005-10-15T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:34:32.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspirational</title><content type='html'>I have just finished this book that has left me all the more inspired, yet depressed. I got given the travel photography book "One Planet" the other day as a gift, which is totally my thing, and i love it. It's a beautifully laid out book, boasting 242 'inspirational travel photographs' from various photographers and travellers. It is a collection of phenomenal photos that give me ideas and possibilities for my future photo taking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've come to realise just how gorgeous our planet earth is, and how vast it is and us so small and insignificant. I've never been the arty kinda guy, but i can appreciate good pics when i see them, and this book shows it all. I can but "try" to achieve the same effect these photos have. The editors claim that these photos were selected to allow the reader to feel that they are partaking in the actions IN the photo, and as bizzare as that sounds, it's does!.......... As i sit here trying to describe what i have seen in this book, i've come to realise that no words can, and that pictures do indeed say more than a thousand words......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the problem is, upon completing this book, of the 242 photographic prints there, i can safely say that i have been to just about NONE of the places in the book. (Ok, maybe 10) I believed that i've been fortunate enough to travel a fair bit in the past 3 yrs, but after reading this book, my ego's been shot..... I feel there's SO much to see in the world, and i havent even begun to scrape the surface! Why did God have to make this place so big? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So 2 take-home  messages from this book:)&lt;br /&gt;(1) Have to travel more and see more of our great planet.&lt;br /&gt;(2) take better photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easier said than done..............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879694-112938952304086719?l=backtrak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/feeds/112938952304086719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879694&amp;postID=112938952304086719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/112938952304086719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/112938952304086719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/2005/10/inspirational.html' title='Inspirational'/><author><name>BackTrak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09353476637843134817</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-7879694.post-112870263433494521</id><published>2005-10-08T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:34:31.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Settling back home</title><content type='html'>It's definitely been a long time between drinks, and since i've scraped the bottom of the barrel as far as things to procrastinate on, here i am......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a tough period for me, since coming back from Africa. Not so much that i miss the place, i guess its the first time in a LONG time (this whole year in fact) that i have to accept the fact that i'm back home and am not going anywhere else soon. No travel to look forward to. Nothing. Nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i look back to my past 24 months, i've always had a travel destination to look forward to, so all my efforts at work and elsewhere were directed toward those goals. This is the first time in 24 months that i dont have any such goals to strive for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, this is the first time in a long while that i've actually been home for an extended period of time. Usually, i'm always off on little trips here and there, whether it be for work or leisure. I guess in a nutshell, i'm back into the normality of life........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, 2 mths into it, i guess i can say i'm finally settling in. I'm reminded constantly of my real purpose and direction in life, and that i dont need those "travel incentives" to keep me going. Far from it in fact. I've realised and am glad that my difficulties were only a short phase i had to go thru. Now, I'm serving a lot more at church, getting back into sport (now the back's better) and really enjoying my work rest and play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing i'm looking forward to now is some warmth (bring on summer!) where i hope to get a scooter in the next few weeks to really take advantage of the great Perth summer. Speaking of Perth, we're still voted in the "top 5 most livable cities", but dunno why melbourne is still ahead of us............ You can check out the report &lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/business/4306936.stm"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Now, i've been to vienna (rated 3rd) and geneva (rated 4th), and being TOTALLY and HONESTLY unbiased, Perth is a WAY better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perth is definitely my HOME, and i'm glad to be home. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879694-112870263433494521?l=backtrak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/feeds/112870263433494521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879694&amp;postID=112870263433494521' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/112870263433494521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/112870263433494521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/2005/10/settling-back-home.html' title='Settling back home'/><author><name>BackTrak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09353476637843134817</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-7879694.post-112372751107643266</id><published>2005-08-11T10:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:34:31.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos!</title><content type='html'>I've finally posted some photos......... &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/missiontrip05"&gt;www.flickr.com/photos/missiontrip05&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click on the albums on the left side of the page. I've tried to order them chronologically as much as i could. As always, there's a story to every picture, so if u wanna know about it, you'll just have to ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope u enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879694-112372751107643266?l=backtrak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/feeds/112372751107643266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879694&amp;postID=112372751107643266' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/112372751107643266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/112372751107643266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/2005/08/photos.html' title='Photos!'/><author><name>BackTrak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09353476637843134817</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-7879694.post-112342399025572002</id><published>2005-08-07T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:34:31.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>African return...</title><content type='html'>My return to Perth has been a memorable one. For the 1st time, the reality of my arrival home didnt hit me until the plane literally hit the tarmac (And the landing was a rather smooth one in comparison to some of the other landings we experienced whilst away).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never had i felt so physically exhausted, emotionally drained or intellectually zapped after a trip. Normally i feel, well, normal!! But spiritually, I felt totally recharged.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This trip to africa is one i will treasure for a long time to come, as it was the kind of trip i really needed to improve my spiritual growth. I wouldnt say my faith was wavering, but it was definitely stagnating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those wondering, we went to Madagascar to teach the local pastors and church leaders. We basically had to lead an inductive study into 3 books of the bible; the books of Galatians, Ephesians and 1 Timothy. This is something I was not very comfortable with, as I thought my knowledge to be insufficient to be teaching anyone! But give God a chance, and it'll amaze you what he can do with you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could write a book on my travels, but it still wouldnt cover what i have to say. So here are a few pointers i have extrapolated instead, any other details and you will just have to ask me personally...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- poverty sux, especially when u see it affecting children&lt;br /&gt;- half the population of madagascar is aged under 14, so there were a LOT of kids!!&lt;br /&gt;- When challenged outside your comfort zone, giving my fears and apprehensions to God empowered me to complete tasks once thought impossible.&lt;br /&gt;- I've developed a real compassion for the people of madagascar and africa&lt;br /&gt;- Perth is SO clean and nice smelling!&lt;br /&gt;- Lemurs run funny and have soft hands. (yes hands, NOT paws!)&lt;br /&gt;- Madagascar is reknown for their wood carvings, and i scored these carved hidden daggers and a carved musical lute for under $10!!&lt;br /&gt;- On our return from madagascar, we went via mauritius for further teaching, but also for some R&amp;amp;R...... :)&lt;br /&gt;- On one of our days off, we formed a scooter gang and terrorized the island of Mauritius. We invaded the lush tropical beaches, tranquil blue waters, gently swaying palm trees, doing as we pleased (mainly lying on beaches comatose)&lt;br /&gt;- I've taken a liking to sunbaking, where in the past i detested it. Must have something to do with the Mauritian sun! :)&lt;br /&gt;- Scooters rock, especially when all they are used for was for getting from one beach to the next.&lt;br /&gt;- The food in Mauritius was delish!! The chinese food in madagascar was NOT.&lt;br /&gt;- I tried snails for the 1st time ever in madagascar!!&lt;br /&gt;- Africa will always have a place in my heart. Always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos will be up when i get the time to put them up. Watch this SPACE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879694-112342399025572002?l=backtrak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/feeds/112342399025572002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879694&amp;postID=112342399025572002' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/112342399025572002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/112342399025572002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/2005/08/african-return.html' title='African return...'/><author><name>BackTrak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09353476637843134817</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-7879694.post-112126900440487720</id><published>2005-07-13T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:34:31.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Madagascar: NOT the movie.</title><content type='html'>Well, I think this will be my last post for awhile, not that i've been posting much anyway..... The time between my last post and now has been pretty hectic, i dare say its been one of the craziest periods of my life so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a big call, whenever u r comparing it to all the other events in your LIFE. But i think its right up there. This is mainly coz work has been crazy, so that's the entire day taken up. On top of that, i still have my daily commitments at nights, which really leaves only monday nite free for me. But now, i've started playing basketball on monday nites, so i dont think i've got  a spare weeknite anymore......... i think i'm gonna hafta reassess my commitments. I dont think i'm burning out, but i probably could if i'm not careful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving for Africa on friday night, which is the other reason why i havent been blogging much or will be for the next few weeks. Preparation for the trip has been mad as well, especially when things have been quite disorganised. So the last few days leading up to our departure, there's been a mad dash to get things done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those that dont know, i'll be heading on my 1st mission trip ever, to africa, namely; Mauritius &amp;amp; Madagascar. We'll be going there to teach the existing church pastors and leadership groups there, which to me is one of the most challenging things i have ever done. I mean its one thing advising a graduate at work, but teaching the bible to pastors!? ME!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be honest and say that i had my doubts leading up to our departure. I mean, i've never had any teaching/lecturing experience in my life, let alone any theological training. But this week has been good, it's made me realise that God can work thru me, and its amazing the amt of stuff i'm taking in just before my departure. I just wish i had started a LOT earlier......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to drop me an email whilst i'm away, it'll be nice to hear from ppl!!! (If i can find internet access over there!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879694-112126900440487720?l=backtrak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/feeds/112126900440487720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879694&amp;postID=112126900440487720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/112126900440487720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/112126900440487720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/2005/07/madagascar-not-movie.html' title='Madagascar: NOT the movie.'/><author><name>BackTrak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09353476637843134817</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-7879694.post-111962572722789110</id><published>2005-06-24T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:34:31.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday night city shopping</title><content type='html'>I havent been into the city in quite awhile, and i was reminded very quickly why i detested it in the 1st place.... parking was a real hassle and expensive too! Gone are the days of free parking....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another sight to behold were the people that constituted the "crowd" in the bustling city of perth.... most who live here would agree that's we're in a rather chilly spell at the moment. So seeing girls in the shortest of short skirts and skimpy singlet tops was quite a sight... i thought was in the middle of summer, apart from the touch of frost on my brow..... ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a girl with a dog collar..... i know, it's so 2 or 3 or 4 yrs ago, (or whenever!) so its not the collar i was suprised about, it was more the chain attached to it! And the chain was clasped by this man (or was it a manly woman?) And He/She was leading her around Forrest Chase! WTF!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the plus side of the city at the moment are the number of sales on! And they're pretty good quality, not those rubbishy sales where the stuff they're trying to get rid off are on sale only. There's actually worthwhile items this time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness for my self-restraint........ :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879694-111962572722789110?l=backtrak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/feeds/111962572722789110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879694&amp;postID=111962572722789110' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/111962572722789110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/111962572722789110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/2005/06/friday-night-city-shopping.html' title='Friday night city shopping'/><author><name>BackTrak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09353476637843134817</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-7879694.post-111936823338610446</id><published>2005-06-21T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:34:31.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sinking sand...</title><content type='html'>I must appear to be a very angry person...... especially since my last post was about venting. What i'm about to write may appear to be more venting, but this is REALLY bugging me, so out it comes......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been having real issues with responsiblity and people pulling their weight, the last couple of months. It's not the majority mind you, more the minority. The worst thing about it is that i totally do NOT want to sound self-righteous about it, but when it comes down to it, i feel like I've been doing all the bloody work and noone around me bothers to lift a fat finger!!! Sure its easy to think inwardly here, as there is some bias to the thought, but as the workload piles on from everywhere, i feel like i'm being stretched thin over everything, so i can no longer produce my best efforts for the tasks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that really sucks, coz i like to put 100% into all i do, knowing that i'd achieve a good result, but coz of this, a good result is getting harder and harder to achieve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i'm not just talking about work...... Off the top of me head, i can count; 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6.....that's the number of things i've got going on all at one time for the next 3 wks..... And i've gotta fit it in with work. WTF!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna list the things i got going on or what the specific issues are, but suffice to say, i'm starting to feel myself sinking a little now, and i'm hoping that the ppl around me will start to notice before i'm up to my eyeballs in it, and perhaps pull out a fat finger to not just help me out, but themselves and others too......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879694-111936823338610446?l=backtrak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/feeds/111936823338610446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879694&amp;postID=111936823338610446' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/111936823338610446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/111936823338610446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/2005/06/sinking-sand.html' title='Sinking sand...'/><author><name>BackTrak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09353476637843134817</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-7879694.post-111927855508602270</id><published>2005-06-20T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:34:31.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flight schedules suck!</title><content type='html'>I found out some bad news today...... I'll miss 2 West Coast home games in July!! I misread my travel itinerary, where i thought i was leaving on saturday nite-sunday morning, on the midnight flight. That would've been cool, coz its a night game, which runs from 6pm to 10.40pm, then i'd get straight onto the place for Africa!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But alas, the flight is actually midnight, friday night-saturday morning...... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And coz of the time we're away, i'll miss the following home game as well..... And when this season's been so great, i really didnt want to miss a game this season at all!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879694-111927855508602270?l=backtrak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/feeds/111927855508602270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879694&amp;postID=111927855508602270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/111927855508602270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/111927855508602270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/2005/06/flight-schedules-suck.html' title='Flight schedules suck!'/><author><name>BackTrak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09353476637843134817</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-7879694.post-111902762985163453</id><published>2005-06-18T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:34:31.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Venting!</title><content type='html'>Today for some reason, a few people brought up the topic of venting...... ie. the need to vent during those times of frustration. Now i totally agree, coz there are things that happen everyday that can get under your skin, and I reckon if u dont release this, it can eat u up inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I wish to vent.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I was searching for a park, when i saw this car pulling out. I thought, "Cool, i got a spot", turned my indicators on, and waited for this lady to back out. But as she takes off, this bloody camry comes from nowhere and "zip!" straight into my spot. WTF!? I gave her a honk with my horn, and she has the gall to look around at me, then turned around and proceeded to continue to park her car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blood was boiling at this point, so i went elsewhere to find another spot. I'm not really hot tempered, so i didnt mind driving away from this incident, but as i parked into another spot, i so nearly wanted to go back to that camry, and write down for her the ettiquette of parking..... ON her car, WITH MY KEYS...... if u get my drift! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879694-111902762985163453?l=backtrak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/feeds/111902762985163453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879694&amp;postID=111902762985163453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/111902762985163453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/111902762985163453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/2005/06/venting.html' title='Venting!'/><author><name>BackTrak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09353476637843134817</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-7879694.post-111894107690904065</id><published>2005-06-17T00:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:34:31.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart racing</title><content type='html'>Driving home tonight thru Leederville sounds routine and nothing at all special. Except when there's a booze bus camped at the intersection where the freeway entries are, and there's no way out but to go thru their road block!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how the sight of a booze bus or something simliar gets your heart racing.... the 1st thought that entered my head was "bugger! I hope i dont get flagged!" The 2nd thought was, "just how many beers did i have tonite? Will I be under the limit?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I felt a little silly when my 3rd thought echoed," you havent had a beer all bloody night, stupid."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879694-111894107690904065?l=backtrak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/feeds/111894107690904065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879694&amp;postID=111894107690904065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/111894107690904065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/111894107690904065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/2005/06/heart-racing.html' title='Heart racing'/><author><name>BackTrak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09353476637843134817</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-7879694.post-111884355721483919</id><published>2005-06-15T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:34:30.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daze</title><content type='html'>Life's a daze at the moment..... I seem to be going thru the motions, and the days pass in a blur. What am I doing here? What am I striving for? What's today's goal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so spaced out right now, which explains the thoughts occupying my mind, being scribed onto this blog. There seems so much to do, yet there's not enough time to do it nor things to do. I keep working and plodding on but to what avail? Why do we keep working ourselves to exhaustion, and tell ourselves its good? Why does it make us feel satisfied to come home from work tired? Can we not feel refreshed after work? Is it possible to feel like that yet be satified with ourselves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i am reminded of the light at the end of the tunnel. Yes, there is greener grass just on that side, a little to the left..... There is a reason to all this, a purpose to our chase. We just gotta try to discover it, and if we never ask, we'll never get it. So ask Him for it. Bring on Africa! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879694-111884355721483919?l=backtrak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/feeds/111884355721483919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879694&amp;postID=111884355721483919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/111884355721483919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/111884355721483919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/2005/06/daze.html' title='Daze'/><author><name>BackTrak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09353476637843134817</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-7879694.post-111839189521848091</id><published>2005-06-10T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:34:30.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where are the bargains?</title><content type='html'>Today sucked.... It's supposed to be my day off, but coz someone called in sick, i was asked if i could come in and cover. It wasnt so much a question, more an expectation that i WOULD come in. But I did anyway, since i'm such a nice guy..... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dilemma came after work, where i was trying to find a quick and easy, cheap bite to eat. I remember the days when i could find a satisfying meal for 5 bucks, the pinkish single note that would satisfy the food vendors. But now, i could barely find anything for under 7 bucks! That would mean having to break my 10 dollar note! Not that i had one, i only had a five in my wallet. (plus 10 cents)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i had to go all the way to the bank to get cash, but ended up buying a dozen dunkin donuts for 12 bucks for lunch..... :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879694-111839189521848091?l=backtrak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/feeds/111839189521848091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879694&amp;postID=111839189521848091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/111839189521848091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/111839189521848091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/2005/06/where-are-bargains.html' title='Where are the bargains?'/><author><name>BackTrak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09353476637843134817</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-7879694.post-111806477055297096</id><published>2005-06-06T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:34:30.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My return...</title><content type='html'>I have been contemplating the cessation of blogging, as i believe that no actually checks my blog anymore. (except maybe 1 person, thanks Leedear! ) So I'll just hafta wait and see how many comments i get to keep going, then maybe i will keep this going. So what brought me back to the blogging table? The same reason i started this blog in the 1st place, nearly a year ago now...... pain and incapacitation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hurting quite badly at the moment, but thankfully its not the same pain i had in the beginning of this blog where i had to have surgery for it. This pain is more self-inflicted, and the incapacitation, temporary. But coz i cant (and dont want to) move, i'll just sit here and blog for a bit..... ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The origin of this stems from the long wkend, where i've been in Bunbury participating in this year's State Youth Games. Its basically a massive sports carnival with about 1000 participants, all vying to excel in their nominated sports to win the trophy for their team. I was part of the Subi team, where i played the grand sports of Bocce, basketball, beach volleyball and mixed netball. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the last one that got the better of me..... I forgot how high impact netball is, and coz we actually did well and got into the finals, there were extra matches to be played. Now my entire body is aching, my quads the worst, which causes me to struggle as i try to stand up even! But it was a fantastic wkend nonetheless, by far the best i've experienced and a splendid job done by our organiser Middo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly do not know how the heck i'm gonna make it to work 2mrw, i havent felt this sore and sorry for myself since i did my back, but at the same time, &lt;em&gt;i've never felt this alive for a long, long time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879694-111806477055297096?l=backtrak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/feeds/111806477055297096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879694&amp;postID=111806477055297096' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/111806477055297096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/111806477055297096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-return.html' title='My return...'/><author><name>BackTrak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09353476637843134817</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-7879694.post-110589559361378354</id><published>2005-01-17T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:34:30.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On Holidays....</title><content type='html'>I started my holidays on thurs, and its been a pretty full on weekend..... I dont think i've been out this much since my early uni days, where an 18 yr old's energy levels are unsurmountable. But i sit here now, after a sunday sesh and bumming around a dead Heat Nightclub, pretty exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think back to my early uni days..... how on earth did i ever manage to go out as much as i did? Nowadays, i go out once a wkend, and that's enough! Nicole summed it up nicely tonite,"We're getting old."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One may ask, why the sudden need to go out so much this wkend? Trying to relive one's youth? Trying to feel young again by hanging out in these places? Just wanna have a good time? Too much time and money on your hands? (the last one definitely does NOT apply.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving for Europe 2mrw.... well actually today. I leave this afternoon for london, where i'll commence my European adventure for the next 3 mths. I'll be back in April, but until then, i wont be updating this blog anymore, till i return.&lt;span class="down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_CreateLink" title="Link" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 8);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who know me and wish to recieve email updates, drop me an email and i'll put u on my list. I pretty much have everyone, but if u think i dont have it, give it to me anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au revoir everyone, and Bon Voyage to me! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879694-110589559361378354?l=backtrak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/feeds/110589559361378354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879694&amp;postID=110589559361378354' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/110589559361378354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/110589559361378354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/2005/01/on-holidays.html' title='On Holidays....'/><author><name>BackTrak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09353476637843134817</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-7879694.post-110536924485341918</id><published>2005-01-10T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:34:30.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There is hope yet...</title><content type='html'>In light of the Tsunami catastrophe, now more than ever, i feel there is hope yet. How so? Well.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's been SO MUCH fund raising stuff for the tsunami victims, u cant get by without seeing an ad on tv, newspaper, billboard, beer cartons, or hearing about it on radio. Yet, i'm amazed at how generous and caring ppl have been. When i saw Eddie Maguire on that telethon thing, i cringed and thought," not another plug by Eddie..." But the general public are unlike me. They looked past that. They are bigger than that. They see the real issue here. That is, helping the victims. And I'll admit, i was humbled by this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noone has really dwelled on the past. It's happened. Get over it. Let's focus on what we're left with, help the victims, fix what needs fixing. I've only heard a minority of reports on "WHY". Usually in times like these, i notice ppl like to ask "WHY" or "Who's to blame". I'm glad that hasnt been the bulk of the news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if god allowed such a travesty to occur as a spur for mankind to unite &amp; show care for one another for once, no matter who they are or where they're from. I mean, we had a impromptu concert/telethon thingy on sat nite that raised 15 million dollars in a few hrs. The cricket match (World XI vs Asia) raised over 10 million during the match. Coporate businesses from everywhere are throwing in millions and hundreds of thousands in. I'm thinking,"how come everyone's got so much money all of a sudden?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a world that strives towards and seeks profits rather than gains, it so warms my heart to see some humility return to the world. Where the starving children in africa, war in iraq, abusive govts of millitaristic regimes failed to raise an eyebrow &lt;em&gt;yesterday&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;today&lt;/strong&gt; this one catasrophe has managed to bring together the WHOLE world and show love for humanity. Love for one another. Love for our fellow human being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879694-110536924485341918?l=backtrak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/feeds/110536924485341918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879694&amp;postID=110536924485341918' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/110536924485341918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/110536924485341918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/2005/01/there-is-hope-yet.html' title='There is hope yet...'/><author><name>BackTrak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09353476637843134817</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-7879694.post-110527911630364975</id><published>2005-01-09T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:34:30.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exquisite beauty</title><content type='html'>I came across a odd sight tonight....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the most beautiful women i have seen for a long time graced me with her presence tonight. She strode by me, just as i was shovelling the mixture of curry lamb and rice into my oral orifice. Initially, she did not captivate me, rather i was more intent on completing the shovelling procedure so i could satisfy the wonton desires of my gut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the mixture seared the inner lining of my throat as i swallowed, only then did i notice her across the room, being seated at her table. Then, "Whack!". I was slapped hard across my face. I nearly fell over from the force of the strike, but my jaw was not so lucky. It dropped and hit the table hard.  As I tried pick my jaw off the table, i found it difficult to avoid the blows of beauty that radiated from her presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She exuded class, elegance and beauty as she sat there and placed her order that would satisfy her appetite. As the waitress left, only then did i notice what was amiss from this perfect scenario...... She was dining alone. Table set for one. &lt;em&gt;Uno momento&lt;/em&gt;..... WTF!? What is such an exquisite specimen of the female gender doing ALONE? That's not right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People ask, "what did u do about it then?". I did what any gentleman would've done of course. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879694-110527911630364975?l=backtrak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/feeds/110527911630364975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879694&amp;postID=110527911630364975' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/110527911630364975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/110527911630364975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/2005/01/exquisite-beauty.html' title='Exquisite beauty'/><author><name>BackTrak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09353476637843134817</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-7879694.post-110493986576734831</id><published>2005-01-05T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:34:30.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tear Jerker</title><content type='html'>3 posts in one day is a record for me, but i just HAVE TO share this &lt;a href="http://www.karencheng.com.au/index.htm"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt;, dated the 4th Jan 2005, with everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a really amazing story that really tugs at the heart strings, but for me, it really struck deeply in me for some reason. 2 points she writes really STICK out to me...... (1) the grace of God, and (2) "reducing stress and enjoying the everydayness of life"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 things that i too believe strongly in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879694-110493986576734831?l=backtrak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/feeds/110493986576734831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879694&amp;postID=110493986576734831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/110493986576734831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/110493986576734831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/2005/01/tear-jerker.html' title='Tear Jerker'/><author><name>BackTrak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09353476637843134817</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-7879694.post-110493872006169008</id><published>2005-01-05T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:34:30.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are u for real?</title><content type='html'>Outback Jack is in Perth next wk! I had a bit of a chuckle when the girls were given a reprieve from the outback to return to civilisation and be allowed to shop in a metropolis. And they picked Perth. !?@?#?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of Sydney, Melbourne and Perth, which is more of a metropolis with all the facillities to quench any shopping desire?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879694-110493872006169008?l=backtrak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/feeds/110493872006169008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879694&amp;postID=110493872006169008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/110493872006169008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/110493872006169008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/2005/01/are-u-for-real.html' title='Are u for real?'/><author><name>BackTrak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09353476637843134817</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-7879694.post-110493851010073150</id><published>2005-01-05T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:34:30.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things are never as u planned</title><content type='html'>In recent times, i havent been a big fan of planning things. This is coz i have been bitten too many times in planning events, only for it to crumble to dust and/or ppl not turning up. I get my hopes up or get amped towards something, only to be disappointed. And this doesnt just happen with women either. It's EVERY thing in life. Even down to catching up for a coffee with someone, borrowing a book, asking a favour, maintaining friendships.................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i knew i had a slack day. I mean, looking at the appt book yesterday, i had this huge 3 hr lunch today. So i thought, "what will i do for 3 hrs? Why play xbox of course!" So i brought my xbox to work, all ready to tackle my game of the moment, FIFA 2005. (For those thinking of getting it, GET IT! Its fabulous!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what do u know? My 3 hr lunch break got whittled down to 30 mins, and i ended up having a full-on day. Never got to even kick off..... Sigh. So i lugged my xbox all the way to work, for NOTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879694-110493851010073150?l=backtrak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/feeds/110493851010073150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879694&amp;postID=110493851010073150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/110493851010073150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/110493851010073150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/2005/01/things-are-never-as-u-planned.html' title='Things are never as u planned'/><author><name>BackTrak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09353476637843134817</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-7879694.post-110459250164311540</id><published>2005-01-02T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:34:29.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Outcomes of the long weekend...</title><content type='html'>Rather than dwell on what i PLAN to do in the new year, i might try something different and write about the "Outcomes over the New Year long weekend festivities."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Where everyone and everything else gets to kick back and relax during this period, my gastro-intestinal system has had to pick up the pace, especially since xmas.&lt;br /&gt;2) Consumption of alcohol, even in a responsible manner, for consecutive days, gets u dehydrated. My mouth is like a 5 yr old dried prune.&lt;br /&gt;3) I came to re-live the nightclub life, and why i have such a "love-hate" relationship with it.&lt;br /&gt;4) For once, i didnt mind being squished in an extremely hot, humid, sweaty dance floor wif hundreds of other strangers, counting down the new yr to some african drumbeats....(only they werent actually african ppl!)&lt;br /&gt;5) There is one restaurant in Northbridge I will NEVER recommend to anyone. It was appalling and i vow never to go again (unless it was free of course!) If u do not want the worst dining experience of your life, just ask me and i'll tell u which one it is.&lt;br /&gt;6) Found a new place in northbridge worth going to, The Shed, seems like a great venue for a sunday session or catchup drinks.&lt;br /&gt;7) Playing 18 holes of NY day golf after 4 hrs of sleep is NOT easy. (especially when the day is 35 degrees)&lt;br /&gt;8) I've got MAJOR bogan tan lines due to 5 hrs on the sunny fairways. I'm a little annoyed, coz this summer i've tried to maintain an "even" all over tan.&lt;br /&gt;9) sunburn hurts&lt;br /&gt;10) chicks spewing in public is still NOT a good look.&lt;br /&gt;11) greek-macedonian dancing is fun. Any cultural enrichment is cool.&lt;br /&gt;12) I've eaten and drank way too much. The gut has returned.... :(&lt;br /&gt;13) Returning to work is &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; going to be pretty......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879694-110459250164311540?l=backtrak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/feeds/110459250164311540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879694&amp;postID=110459250164311540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/110459250164311540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/110459250164311540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/2005/01/outcomes-of-long-weekend.html' title='Outcomes of the long weekend...'/><author><name>BackTrak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09353476637843134817</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-7879694.post-110459374506876004</id><published>2005-01-01T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:34:30.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dampeners...</title><content type='html'>Being out on the last nite of 2004 was great. Northbridge was a lot quieter than i'd ever expected (is perth shrinking!?) but there was a decent enough crowd where we were anyway. Afterall, all everyone wants is to have a good time with our fellow human beings and see off 2004, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It came to my attention last nite there were the odd idiots that are ever present. What goes thru these ppl's minds i dont know. I thought that the crowd around me were pretty good, everyone was just doing their thing. But my friend had her boobs grabbed by some random dipshit, which scared the crap out of her, all whilst he smiled n sniggered. Understandably, she was quite upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do ppl have to do that? It's guys like this that give males a bad name, and that pisses me off. Then "ALL" guys in that place become seedy. Cant ppl not control themselves? Maybe they should stick to grabbing themselves instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879694-110459374506876004?l=backtrak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/feeds/110459374506876004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879694&amp;postID=110459374506876004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/110459374506876004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/110459374506876004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/2005/01/dampeners.html' title='dampeners...'/><author><name>BackTrak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09353476637843134817</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-7879694.post-110442352702360864</id><published>2004-12-31T01:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:34:29.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Judging a book by its cover...</title><content type='html'>U know how they say "dont judge a book by its cover"? Well i dont know about u, but i still do sometimes. Especially when it comes to choosing books or wine. What catches my eye about a wine is what the label on the bottle looks like. Sounds bad right? I of all people should know this, but i still fall into this trap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well tonight, i brought a bottle of merlot that someone had given me for my b'day last yr to a barbie tonight. I thought it wouldnt be the best wine i'd ever brought, since it looked like a really average bottle. But once i poured it into the glass, took a whiff and taste, it was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of this tonight, i have fallen in love with organic wine. Havent heard of it? Well neither have I, until tonight. I'm a big fan of organic wine now, especially this one, i'll be looking out for it on the shelves.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879694-110442352702360864?l=backtrak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/feeds/110442352702360864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879694&amp;postID=110442352702360864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/110442352702360864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/110442352702360864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/2004/12/judging-book-by-its-cover.html' title='Judging a book by its cover...'/><author><name>BackTrak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09353476637843134817</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-7879694.post-110416574481961891</id><published>2004-12-28T01:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:34:29.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tsunami Terror</title><content type='html'>It struck me this morning as i picked up the front page of the newspaper the enormity of the situation. I mean, for it to make front page news, it would have to be quite important, right? I remember last nite my dad telling me there was a big earthquake near indonesia, extending to india and thailand. At the time, i was too engrossed in my xbox game, Splinter Cell; Pandora Tommorrow. (Mind u, it is an awesome game requiring much concentration!) I sort of nodded and showed some kind of acknowledgement to him, but inwardly i was cursing the fact he was interrupting my gaming! Doesnt he realise i could die, and i would have to start the level again!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hear of disasters on the news all the time. The media covers everything so well nowadays, i dont even take notice of them. But this morning as i read the full story, i realised i know some ppl that are in Phuket and Penang as i type this. Then i read on, realising that Phuket is one of the worst places hit, and the a number killed in Penang. My heart sank a little. My thoughts of the 3 ppl i know there come flooding in, and i pray that they would be safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the bali bombings occured, it was a shocking incident, yet i could not not fully empathise. Now, i can associate the panic and concern that family would have over the ppl in the affected areas. Guys, if u r out there and read this, pls let me know ur ok! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879694-110416574481961891?l=backtrak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/feeds/110416574481961891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879694&amp;postID=110416574481961891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/110416574481961891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/110416574481961891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/2004/12/tsunami-terror.html' title='Tsunami Terror'/><author><name>BackTrak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09353476637843134817</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-7879694.post-110390232020295029</id><published>2004-12-24T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:34:29.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scrooge</title><content type='html'>I think i'm pretty close to being a xmas scrooge. Dont get me wrong, i dont go saying "bah humbug" to everything and everyone, but i'm really not at all excited about xmas at all. If anything, its an opportunity for me to kick my legs up and chill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few of the girls at work are all excited about the day and everything, but i'm not too fussed about it. I dont know if it comes across as me being moody or a scrooge, but xmas just aint a big thing to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean it is important in the fact that it celebrate's Jesus' birth, but I consider easter a much more important date/time. I think easter is the most important event on the christian calendar, not xmas. People may disagree with me here..... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think back to when i was younger, whether xmas was a big thing then..... I dont believe it was. So maybe that's where my view comes from...... At the end of the day, it seems like most are getting overly excited for what is essentially a long wkend. But i definitely enjoy the excuse to get together with friends and family, laze about with a beer in one hand, food in the other, and watch the boxing day test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry xmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879694-110390232020295029?l=backtrak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/feeds/110390232020295029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879694&amp;postID=110390232020295029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/110390232020295029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/110390232020295029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/2004/12/scrooge.html' title='Scrooge'/><author><name>BackTrak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09353476637843134817</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-7879694.post-110364450428574277</id><published>2004-12-21T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:34:29.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have u ever noticed how...</title><content type='html'>- In the bank, there are like 8 teller counters...... Have u ever seen more than half the counters manned at one time!? I was at the bank today, and had to wait 30 mins to be served. All the while there were 8 counters, and only THREE people attending. What the heck do we pay all these bloody bank fees for? Where do the million dollar profits that we hear about go to!? Why close at 4pm when it takes u so bloody long to see your customers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- We live in dangerous times....... the bank i went to had security sliding doors to get INTO the teller counters. So basically the line was facing a door, until the teller inside pushed a button to let u into the area where they were! Talk about HIGH security!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Courtesy does not exist...... On my drive to work and home, I let about 5 people in front of me How many thank yous did i get? Nil, nada, zilch, zero, none, bugger all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- kids are maturing sooner....... more so for females, but schoolgirls nowadays look so mature, i have difficulty differentiating them from 15 yr olds or 25 yr olds! Such was the case today in the shopping centre... so many young chicks out today, wonder why..... Oh yeah, its school hols... Woops, that means they must still be at school!....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- some people dont know much about their own job...... i went into a shop, wanting to apply for something. The moment i ask questions outside the square, the guy has got no clue, and starts fishing for answers out of his arse. That annoys me, coz if u dont know, just say so and get me someone who does!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879694-110364450428574277?l=backtrak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/feeds/110364450428574277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879694&amp;postID=110364450428574277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/110364450428574277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/110364450428574277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/2004/12/have-u-ever-noticed-how.html' title='Have u ever noticed how...'/><author><name>BackTrak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09353476637843134817</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-7879694.post-110329751365300235</id><published>2004-12-17T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:34:28.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sport &amp; psychology</title><content type='html'>U know how sometimes u have that unscratchable itch in u, where u just cant wait to get out and get to that itch? Something that has been building up within u, with no sense of resolve? Well one of those itches for me has been the desire to play sport again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since my injury, i have been incapable to play any sort of sport. In fact, i could barely twist around to reach over to get anything! But after a month of physio, i've been put back on track, and have reached the point where i may resume an active lifestyle once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today i managed to have my 1st swing of the golf club in a LONG time. I must admit that i was quite apprehensive in going to the driving range, as i did not want a recurrence of my injury. So the 1st few swings were definitely very ginger, so tentative that i missed the ball completely! (Much to the amusement of my golfing wannabe companion ;) Then again, i dont know if she was laughing at my golf skill or just me...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It definitely took awhile to get going, and i started middle-ing the ball more, although in my mind i was constantly thinking i was feeling pain or tightness from my back. This was definitely a case of "mind over matter". The back is fine. Surgery has fixed it. Now i need to get my mind over it. And stop being so scared. Who says sport psych doesnt exist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879694-110329751365300235?l=backtrak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/feeds/110329751365300235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879694&amp;postID=110329751365300235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/110329751365300235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/110329751365300235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/2004/12/sport-psychology.html' title='sport &amp; psychology'/><author><name>BackTrak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09353476637843134817</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-7879694.post-110303429990007703</id><published>2004-12-14T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:34:28.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beach or shopping?</title><content type='html'>Seeing that i didnt start work till 3 in the afternoon, i had a variety of options as to how to spend my half day off today. One was to go to the beach. The other, xmas shopping and errands. I chose the latter. Now i regret that decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shops were packed. And not just packed, but filled with smelly teenagers (sorry to all those nice-smelling teenagers) Finding presents was like trekking thru densr jungle, using my arms as machetes, chopping and fending stray arm-like branches blocking the way. The bright signs vying for your attention simply brings on more confusion, especially an unseasoned shopping campaigner like me. And it was HOT, so going from store to store was taxing..... Xmas carols were ingrained into my brain that i found myself subconsciously humming it by the end of the day. I was drawn to the "sale" signs like a bear to honey, picking and poking at it until my cravings were satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i finally got home, i thought,"I could do with a swim about now". Then i realised it was time to go to work, and i had missed my chance. I love going to the beach when its stinkin hot, i love the ability to sweat the instant u step out of the water, just so u can hop back in. And i missed all that so as to mix it with the best of the material world.... sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879694-110303429990007703?l=backtrak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/feeds/110303429990007703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879694&amp;postID=110303429990007703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/110303429990007703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/110303429990007703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/2004/12/beach-or-shopping.html' title='Beach or shopping?'/><author><name>BackTrak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09353476637843134817</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-7879694.post-110269481326406752</id><published>2004-12-10T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:34:28.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections</title><content type='html'>I'm in a kind of a reflective mood today.... I guess it was a lazy sort of a day, where it was a cruisy morning at work, had coffee with a friend in the arvo, got a haircut, went to the physio, then dinner with some friends.... Life just passes by..... has my whole yr walked by me like that? It's kinda hard to explain, but my day sorta just happened. The sun rises, then it sets, and here i am, its dark, &amp; i'm blogging. Just seems like we get so blase about all we do.... I guess as the end of 2004 approaches, we all look back in retrospect to what we have achieved or gained out of the yr, and i guess upon reflection, here are a few moments of 2004 that made it the yr it was for me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I cut my hair (for those that remember, it was quite long)&lt;br /&gt;- I hurt my back at basketball&lt;br /&gt;- The pain of my back for 3 mths&lt;br /&gt;- The incapacitated "me" for the majority of this yr!&lt;br /&gt;- My baptism&lt;br /&gt;- Back Surgery&lt;br /&gt;- Progress of my professional career&lt;br /&gt;- starting &amp; continuing lap swimming&lt;br /&gt;- 1 week wonderful whirlwind holiday of Singapore, thanks to gracious hostess... :)&lt;br /&gt;- consolidation of real friendships&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure there'll be more when i have more time to think of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879694-110269481326406752?l=backtrak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/feeds/110269481326406752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879694&amp;postID=110269481326406752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/110269481326406752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/110269481326406752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/2004/12/reflections.html' title='Reflections'/><author><name>BackTrak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09353476637843134817</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-7879694.post-110243366380150140</id><published>2004-12-07T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:34:28.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Most hated people....</title><content type='html'>As i was driving to work today, something on the radio got me thinking as to what is the most detested occupation in today's society is. Depending on what kind of person u r, occupations such as policeman come to mind, perhaps even the dentist?? Ppl always rave on about how they HATE the dentist and cant understand how anyone could do it or how they cause constant pain.... How about real moronic bouncers who dont let u in for no good reason? Lollipop men/women that take their sweet ass time in getting off the road! One occupation that is really annoying, but i'll admit is bloody hard work is telemarketers. Even phone sales ppl..... they must get so much abuse from the ppl they call, i dont know how they do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i reckon i've found the one occupation that would be THE MOST HATED. Even more than the dreaded dentist. An occupation that could earn u scorns and hisses from the general public should u reveal yourself. One that u would not be mentioning to impress the ladies. One that could result in violence should it be revealed to its innocent victim.......the multinova cameraman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879694-110243366380150140?l=backtrak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/feeds/110243366380150140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879694&amp;postID=110243366380150140' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/110243366380150140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/110243366380150140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/2004/12/most-hated-people.html' title='Most hated people....'/><author><name>BackTrak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09353476637843134817</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-7879694.post-110173455841740257</id><published>2004-11-29T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:34:28.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>multitasking</title><content type='html'>For those in the know, the Subi Street Party was on over the wkend. The closing of Rokeby Rd and Hay Street added a new dimension to subi i thought...... It was wierd walking on the road meant for cars..... It sorta shifted perspective looking around from the road rather than the footpath!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a pretty good setup i thought, and gradually the streets got packed. The music of some of the bands were great, some not so great :) I found it amusing that they chucked the heavy metal band at the far end of the party, away from the masses.... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was free rock climbing, food, drink, rides, games...... kinda like a mini-fair of sorts. And the weather was great for it too! I was tempted into paying 5 bucks to play the popgun game, where i have to shoot rabbits. But I figured that even if i were to hit the maximum number of targets, the prize u get wasnt worth the 5 bucks spent in the 1st place, so i passed..... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, what would a party be without animals!? There were the token sheep, lamb, cattle, turkey, chooks and 2 goats. Wot a zoo huh? And the goats were most impressive...... able to multitask the duties of peeing &amp; pooping &amp;amp; eating, ALL at the SAME time. Quite a feat..... I dare u to try it! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879694-110173455841740257?l=backtrak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/feeds/110173455841740257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879694&amp;postID=110173455841740257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/110173455841740257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/110173455841740257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/2004/11/multitasking.html' title='multitasking'/><author><name>BackTrak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09353476637843134817</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-7879694.post-110130917019025665</id><published>2004-11-24T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:34:28.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Killing time</title><content type='html'>How does one waste a day? Just observe me today. I had practically nothing to do today, had a handful of patients to treat, otherwise i was bored stiff. I really racked my brains as to what i could do to kill time, but i kept drawing a blank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One option is to go shopping, again! But i thought better of it, especially from my &lt;a href="http://backtrak.blogspot.com/2004/11/retail-therapy-2.html"&gt;previous blog &lt;/a&gt;about this. I also tried sitting around reading my lonely planet, but got pretty bored of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the advantages of working where i work is the ability to sleep on my workstation. For those who know what i do, my workstation is convertible (in a sense) into a neat package for lying back and having a snooze. Boy that kills time alright, and i didnt realise how tired i was, till i laid back and closed my eyes......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879694-110130917019025665?l=backtrak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/feeds/110130917019025665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879694&amp;postID=110130917019025665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/110130917019025665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/110130917019025665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/2004/11/killing-time.html' title='Killing time'/><author><name>BackTrak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09353476637843134817</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-7879694.post-110122380999164497</id><published>2004-11-23T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:34:28.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheesy</title><content type='html'>I had a Ham-tuna-cheese sandwich for lunch today. But even that was not as cheesy as wot was on tv tonite. Dancing with the stars was on, and it's the 2nd time i've ever seen it, and it was the finale. For starters, how the heck did Pauline Hanson get into the final 2!? And wot was with the big choreographed dance with Daryl Sommers singing? So not good....... Thank goodness justice prevailed and Bec Cartwright won...... I may have slit my wrists if Pauline won, i think the quality of Australian tv is on the slide......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the flip side, american tv never fails to entertain. I've never seen a full episode, but i always managed to catch the last few mins of this show called elove. Yes, it follows the trail of 2 internet lovers meeting for the 1st time. They show how they met and communicated over chat rooms, then finally arrange to meet beacause they believe they've met they're true love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont get me wrong, i reckon its sweet and would be awesome for ppl to find their soul mates, lovers, husbands, wives, life partner over the internet, espeically in this day and age. Modern tech allows us to reach millions of ppl around the globe, so eventually dating and romance would have to conform too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the stark reality of this show is that from the limited last bits i've seen, none of the couples actually end up together. Admittedly, i havent seen many, but it always seems to end with, "HE/SHE is not exactly what i thought they'd be". In the end, I guess some things never change......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879694-110122380999164497?l=backtrak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/feeds/110122380999164497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879694&amp;postID=110122380999164497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/110122380999164497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/110122380999164497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/2004/11/cheesy.html' title='Cheesy'/><author><name>BackTrak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09353476637843134817</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-7879694.post-110070384209321038</id><published>2004-11-17T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:34:28.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Retail Therapy 2</title><content type='html'>Femine urges are pervading my masculinity. In other words, i think i'm starting to enjoy shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, i had a 3 hour lunch..... havent had one of those in awhile. :) Anywayz, i tot i'd go into carousel to do some shopping for a top hat and cane for the formal on saturday nite. Wot did i end up doing instead? Went into different stores, looking, trying on, buying stuff. Ended up buying stuff, feeling pretty good about it, until on the way back to work, i realised i was supposed to get the gear for the formal. Hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then just now, got a call from a mate who got invited to Mainpeak's member-only sale. I just HAD TO check out the stuff on sale and the specials. Ended up getting this wicked travel towel and the cool blue carrabina with combo lock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's going on!? When has this sudden change hit me? (Or more importantly, what can i do with a blue carrabina with combo lock??) What happened to that typical blokey attititude of having to shop only when necessary? When the underpants are so well-worn that u have to peel if from your epidermis to get new ones on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Return my manhood please.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879694-110070384209321038?l=backtrak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/feeds/110070384209321038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879694&amp;postID=110070384209321038' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/110070384209321038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/110070384209321038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/2004/11/retail-therapy-2.html' title='Retail Therapy 2'/><author><name>BackTrak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09353476637843134817</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-7879694.post-110062293301371905</id><published>2004-11-16T01:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:34:27.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dot Dot Dot</title><content type='html'>I just completed one of the longest days i've had in a long, long time, since i returned to work. The day started with being stuck in theatre from 8am till 12pm. Then had patients from 2pm till 6.30pm. I didnt get home till 7pm, then had to shoot off again for BS, which just finished, so here i am at 11pm writing this....... Cant wait for my head to hit that pillow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also discussed with many others who suffer my condidtion (hayfever) whether it has been getting worse. Most ppl i talk to all agree this yr's been the worst ever! My eyes just kill me! It gets so itchy and blurry, it's really annoying. Today, I had to resort to using IV Saline to lubricate my eyes, coz i could barely see what i was doing!! But i got these new Meds from David.... hope it works. :) So girls, dont blame me for not like flowers......... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just found out a couple of friends of mine have been together for 5 yrs. FIVE yrs. I find that amazing. I definitely dont come anywhere near that. In fact, i dont think i've really had any relationship i consider "real" for any substantial period of time really. But looking back, i think i've been quite immature in my thinking, coz i definitely dont feel the same way now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gone away from "let's just keep having fun" to a more mature psyche of "maybe i should start looking for something more serious". I'd like to think that its a sign of me growing up :) Maturity takes time, it's like a piece of good, delicious, juicy fruit.... it takes TIME to ripen and flourish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879694-110062293301371905?l=backtrak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/feeds/110062293301371905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879694&amp;postID=110062293301371905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/110062293301371905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/110062293301371905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/2004/11/dot-dot-dot.html' title='Dot Dot Dot'/><author><name>BackTrak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09353476637843134817</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-7879694.post-110027112725043273</id><published>2004-11-12T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:34:27.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things of Love &amp; Hate</title><content type='html'>- I love lists. ;)&lt;br /&gt;- Hate pikers&lt;br /&gt;- Like my beef med-rare&lt;br /&gt;- Prefer comfort over fashion&lt;br /&gt;- Love taking photos but not being in them&lt;br /&gt;- Dont mind standing in a queue&lt;br /&gt;- Hate selfish drivers&lt;br /&gt;- Love organisation&lt;br /&gt;- Can stomach most things, but not smells&lt;br /&gt;- Hate lateness&lt;br /&gt;- Love good wine&lt;br /&gt;- Prefer egg yolk runny&lt;br /&gt;- Love travelling&lt;br /&gt;- Love GOOD coffee; there's a difference!&lt;br /&gt;- Hate being bored, always gotta have something to do!&lt;br /&gt;- Hate my dodgy back, but love it when it's an excuse to get u out of something! ;)&lt;br /&gt;- Dont really like suprises&lt;br /&gt;- Love presents! :)&lt;br /&gt;- Prefer not to have a beer gut&lt;br /&gt;- I so dont like lying!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to top &lt;a href="http://moocher.blogspot.com/2004/07/what-about-me-when-all-else-fails-you.html"&gt;Moocher's &lt;/a&gt;effort, but i've fallen 80 short.... Oh well......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879694-110027112725043273?l=backtrak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/feeds/110027112725043273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879694&amp;postID=110027112725043273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/110027112725043273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/110027112725043273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/2004/11/things-of-love-hate.html' title='Things of Love &amp; Hate'/><author><name>BackTrak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09353476637843134817</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-7879694.post-110018862112808706</id><published>2004-11-11T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:34:27.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We are a multicultural nation</title><content type='html'>I remember a time when sashimi was taboo, lemon chicken was exotic, curry was for the brave and to have italian was to be "way" out there. My how times have changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had lunch at the subi markets food court, and while i dug into some bavarian food (ie. meat patty, bacon, sauce, salad on a turkish roll), i relished at the thought of eating something from germany. Now whether the meat and produce was from germany i dont know, but it tasted good nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I came to realise was how multicultural australia has become. Despite Pauline Hanson's best efforts, i would have to think australia would have to be one of the MOST multicultural countries in the world! Now i come from a place "considered" to be pro-multicultural, but i think aust. has it all over Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now back to the foodcourt..... we had old aussie ladies having asian combination, indian ppl having a kebab, italian ppl having curry, me having bavarian..... At school, i remember when i used to bring my noodles or rice for lunch, and i got the piss taken out of me big time. But then, vegemite sandwiches didnt really appeal to me! Now, it's probably passe, and i reckon my mum would have to be one of the pioneers of using the 'ol thermos flask  for storing piping hot noodles which was my lunch! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reckon what migrants have done for this country is phenomenal, such a grand multicultural society is the best gift Australia has ever recieved and given at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879694-110018862112808706?l=backtrak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/feeds/110018862112808706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879694&amp;postID=110018862112808706' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/110018862112808706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/110018862112808706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/2004/11/we-are-multicultural-nation.html' title='We are a multicultural nation'/><author><name>BackTrak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09353476637843134817</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-7879694.post-110010025239815119</id><published>2004-11-10T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:34:27.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dopey ramblings</title><content type='html'>As I put finger to keyboard, I'm a bit apprehensive that all the beautiful writing may suddenly disappear like last time. Well, we'll have to see what will be left by the time i'm finished.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I dont have much to say. I'm feeling really dopey right now, the fact that i had a real long day at work today, small grp straight after which just finished, and i'm pooped. So please excuse me if my words arent too coherent..... So here are some random thoughts floating in me head, similar to what I intended to write last time.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) My head is rude. What i mean by this is that my hair has reached a stage where its,"not-short-enough-yet-not-long-enough-to-do-anything". It's in this middle stage, and i'm not sure what to do with it. I'm seriously considering growing it long again, although back then i had more negative feedback than positive. Or go short again. Decisons, decisions....... ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Rain is good. My car got washed, and washed real good!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Love. Tonite really sucked. I know i've had a long day and am tired and all, but when someone actually needed me, i failed to show the love, care and kindness i normally do or should. That should not be the case. Lately, i think i can feel myself having less love for the ppl around me. And it sux coz I'm not normally like this, i dont know wots going on....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I've just realised i have fallen out of touch with a lot of ppl. I know a big chunk of the yr was taken up by my back problem, but i feel kinda ashamed by it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) U know life is moving around u when u find out that some friends have moved overseas, some friends are getting married, some friends will be moving out of perth long term to pursue careers, etc., when u talk about kids like they r kids n ur the adult, and the date is 10th nov already!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) The screen is appearing blurry..... I think it's time for me to reach for some zzz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879694-110010025239815119?l=backtrak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/feeds/110010025239815119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879694&amp;postID=110010025239815119' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/110010025239815119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/110010025239815119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/2004/11/dopey-ramblings.html' title='Dopey ramblings'/><author><name>BackTrak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09353476637843134817</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-7879694.post-109992492747116014</id><published>2004-11-08T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:34:27.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pardon the gibberish....</title><content type='html'>I wrote this great big blog, but all of a sudden it's disappeared...... Just a great way to top off my monday...... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879694-109992492747116014?l=backtrak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/feeds/109992492747116014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879694&amp;postID=109992492747116014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/109992492747116014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/109992492747116014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/2004/11/pardon-gibberish.html' title='Pardon the gibberish....'/><author><name>BackTrak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09353476637843134817</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-7879694.post-109967676816782297</id><published>2004-11-05T01:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:34:27.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And your mission is....??</title><content type='html'>It's interesting how a bunch of events just happen at the same time in your life. For some reason the past few wks, i've been exposed to various ppl, issues and organisations regarding missions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, i met a bunch of guys that are full time with &lt;a href="http://www.ywam.org"&gt;YWAM&lt;/a&gt;, which really opened my eyes to the world of mission work. And it was real encouraging to see these guys with so much passion and motivation for what they do. Then i got hooked up with the healthcare arm of them, &lt;a href="http://www.ywamperth.org.au/min.asp?name=21"&gt;medical boomerang&lt;/a&gt;, who oraganises mission work for health providers. My cousin is going to India for mission work in Jan 2005. And tonite, i just got back from another meeting with 2 doctors that just came back from 3 mths in India during medical mission work. And there have been a couple of other things that have happened, related to mission work. That the!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is God trying to tell me something perhaps? :) I must admit that i have a growing interest to do some mission work next yr, especially hearing all the great stories and testimonies from the ppl around me who have done mission work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i dont think mission work is for everybody and not something u do just coz u "want to do good". I believe its a bit of a calling, and besides, u dont have to go overseas to some 3rd world country to be on a mission..... U can do it right here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879694-109967676816782297?l=backtrak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/feeds/109967676816782297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879694&amp;postID=109967676816782297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/109967676816782297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/109967676816782297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/2004/11/and-your-mission-is.html' title='And your mission is....??'/><author><name>BackTrak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09353476637843134817</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-7879694.post-109958764780577438</id><published>2004-11-04T01:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:34:27.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday night, is Reality TV nite!</title><content type='html'>Thursday nite is my favorite nite to stay in. Mainly coz i work till late and cant be stuffed doing anything afterwards. But also of the great viewing that is on free-to-air tv, if u r into reality tv. Upon reflection, i struggle to remember the time b4 reality tv. I mean, what would we ever do without it!? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lineup of The amazing race, extreme makeover, Next top model &amp; The apprentice 2 tonite was rather entertaining. Especially the amazing race and apprentice 2, where the focus was really on people's inability to get along. Personal catfights were really magnified in tonite's episodes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As civilised ppl, is it really that difficult to get along? It's so embarassing to watch fellow humans humiliate themselves by petty bickering over "Who's fault it was" for failing a task. The moment one person makes a mistake or does something the other doesnt agree with, the finger comes out, ready to point. Is the option of focusing on the task itself not possible, instead of personal conflicts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really opens my eyes to whether i'm too quick to point the finger myself, and perhaps i should consider other ppl's feelings and situation 1st, b4 i act in haste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879694-109958764780577438?l=backtrak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/feeds/109958764780577438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879694&amp;postID=109958764780577438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/109958764780577438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/109958764780577438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/2004/11/thursday-night-is-reality-tv-nite.html' title='Thursday night, is Reality TV nite!'/><author><name>BackTrak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09353476637843134817</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-7879694.post-109932315430871970</id><published>2004-11-01T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:34:27.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Official</title><content type='html'>Yes, I'm officially going backpacking in Jan 05.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I booked and paid for my tickets on the wkend, after 1 night of planning. Compared to the last trip i made to europe 2 yrs ago, there was little to no planning to this one. Maybe coz i've been b4, i've come to realise that too much planning doesnt do much. So basically my travel partner&amp; I just sat down one night, chat about it, surfed the net a bit, and the next day went to book and purchase the tickets. So on the 17th Jan 2005, I am off to London to begin what i believe to be a great adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be doing central and eastern europe this time, as i did western europe last time. We'll be gone about 9 wks in total, maybe more, depending how the money and attitude situation is at the time. I'm actually quite excited about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the money situation is tight. I've spent more in preparation to this trip than i did the last one!! I guess i sorta learnt from last time what to and not to bring, and coz i've been working, i've got a bit more to spend. But with that comes the "OVER-buying".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, i know what i need to survive an european winter. Because of the ability to purchase more gear, i've gone on a bit of a shopping spree to get the best and coolest stuff for travelling. And for those that have travelled, u all know how damn expensive travel gear from those outdoor stores are!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, as long as it helps make my trip all that more comfortable and enjoyable, i guess its worth the extra moolah......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879694-109932315430871970?l=backtrak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/feeds/109932315430871970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879694&amp;postID=109932315430871970' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/109932315430871970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/109932315430871970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/2004/11/its-official.html' title='It&apos;s Official'/><author><name>BackTrak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09353476637843134817</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-7879694.post-109923453962796014</id><published>2004-10-31T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:34:26.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring</title><content type='html'>Today was the epitomy of a Perth Spring day. Low 20 degrees celsius, bright sunshine, not a cloud in the sky kind of day. I hope Perthites were able to enjoy what we have been blessed with. So i thought i'd jot a few things i love and not-so-love about Spring....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What i love about Spring:&lt;br /&gt;1) The mild temps&lt;br /&gt;2) the fine sunny days that arent too hot, not too cold.&lt;br /&gt;3) fashion (more summery clothes)&lt;br /&gt;4) flowers, plants, scenery..... just a lot nicer.&lt;br /&gt;5) no rain (although i know that's a bad thing)&lt;br /&gt;6) having coffee at an outdoor cafe, watching the crowds go by.&lt;br /&gt;7) feeling the sun for the 1st time on my winter-white skin&lt;br /&gt;8) announcements of engagements and weddings&lt;br /&gt;9) Our blue sky (its the best i've seen anywhere else in the world)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What i hate about Spring:&lt;br /&gt;1) hayfever&lt;br /&gt;2) hayfever&lt;br /&gt;3) hayfever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, my hayfever has been getting worse for the past 2 yrs, which have been the only yrs i've really been affected by hayfever. Previous to this, i never really suffered from it. All of a sudden now, i get the full on itchy-teary eyes, runny nose, itchy throat, congested feeling.... Thank goodness for medication, i dont think i'd be able to survive the day/outdoors if not for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879694-109923453962796014?l=backtrak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/feeds/109923453962796014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879694&amp;postID=109923453962796014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/109923453962796014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/109923453962796014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/2004/10/spring.html' title='Spring'/><author><name>BackTrak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09353476637843134817</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-7879694.post-109915450398027638</id><published>2004-10-31T01:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:34:26.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Revenge is sweet....</title><content type='html'>Sucked in Man Utd....... lost 2-0 to Portsmouth. That's for stealing an undeserved win from arsenal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879694-109915450398027638?l=backtrak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/feeds/109915450398027638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879694&amp;postID=109915450398027638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/109915450398027638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/109915450398027638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/2004/10/revenge-is-sweet.html' title='Revenge is sweet....'/><author><name>BackTrak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09353476637843134817</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-7879694.post-109897793642575554</id><published>2004-10-27T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:34:26.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A tribute...</title><content type='html'>It came to pass a few days ago that Tyson, passed away in unfortunate circumstances. I extend my condolences to Tyson's family. He was a good friend and consumate companion to all. On 1st impressions, he may come across a tad menacing, but once i got to know him, he was really a softy at heart who just wanted to play and have fun all the time. He is there when u r down, more than willing to wipe off your frown with a flash of this toothy grin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ty will be sorely missed by all who knew him, and i pray for healing for those who mourn his passing. Rest in peace Tyson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879694-109897793642575554?l=backtrak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/feeds/109897793642575554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879694&amp;postID=109897793642575554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/109897793642575554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/109897793642575554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/2004/10/tribute.html' title='A tribute...'/><author><name>BackTrak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09353476637843134817</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-7879694.post-109871822000512165</id><published>2004-10-25T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:34:26.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Much needed rest</title><content type='html'>I had a wkend i really needed. Pretty much stayed home most of it, and ended up sleeping for most of the day and night of fri and sat. I guess i reached a point where i needed a long period of sleep to "catch up" on the lack of rest i've had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was was the usual, goin to church in the morning, then grabbing some lunch with friends i havent caught up with in a long long time. Especially with the weather the way it was, it was such a great day to be having lunch outside, watchin everyone walk by!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Sunday nite was huge. Went to Church Together 04 for the 1st time, which totally blew my mind. To put things in perspective, the nite was basically a combined church service of all the churches of all denominations in perth, all packed into the Burswood Dome. So we're talking about 15000 ppl here. (or so i'm told) I'm really bad when it comes to estimating numbers, but trust me, when the dome was packed the way it was, there was a LOT of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always get a buzz going to these events, its great to see so many ppl on fire for God the way they were. The only downside was Geoff Gallop giving a really piss-poor speech. And it always amazes me how many ppl are touched by these events to anwer the call and go up front when called. It was a great nite, but shame about the chairs, they were the most uncomfortable things and my back did NOT pull up great after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879694-109871822000512165?l=backtrak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/feeds/109871822000512165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879694&amp;postID=109871822000512165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/109871822000512165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/109871822000512165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/2004/10/much-needed-rest.html' title='Much needed rest'/><author><name>BackTrak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09353476637843134817</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-7879694.post-109852249706777942</id><published>2004-10-23T16:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:34:26.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Retail Therapy</title><content type='html'>I've found out yet another thing about myself i never really realised...... I hate shopping in crowds. Dont get me wrong, i love shopping (when one has money to spend in the 1st place) which is what set out to do today, but the crowds just put me off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a relatively sedate day, so i thought i'd give a go what the women always rave about, "Retail Therapy". I did not expect such crowds in a shopping centre! I didnt really have anything in mind to buy, but by the time i arrived i decided i might as well get some things for summer (ie. shorts, shirts, thongs, etc) . But having to bump and grind with the others, i got sick of it and decided i'll come back during a wkday where it shld be quieter. Also, i couldnt really find anything i liked. When it comes to clothes &amp; footwear, i pretty bloody fussy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did manage to pick up Fight Club DVD for 15 bucks! And yet another Ministry of Sound compilation which i'm listening to right now. But i can see the appeal of retail therapy....... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879694-109852249706777942?l=backtrak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/feeds/109852249706777942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879694&amp;postID=109852249706777942' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/109852249706777942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/109852249706777942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/2004/10/retail-therapy.html' title='Retail Therapy'/><author><name>BackTrak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09353476637843134817</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-7879694.post-109845830495057351</id><published>2004-10-22T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:34:26.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quizz Time</title><content type='html'>There are appears to be number of quizzes appearing on various ppl's blogs. Here's one i picked up from somone else..... ;P  &lt;a href="http://www.self-gov.org/quiz.html"&gt;QUIZ &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And apparantly, I agree with with George W. Bush when it comes to presidential policies, according to &lt;a href="http://www.perturb.org/election/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;. (Thanks amie!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go figure. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879694-109845830495057351?l=backtrak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/feeds/109845830495057351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879694&amp;postID=109845830495057351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/109845830495057351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/109845830495057351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/2004/10/quizz-time.html' title='Quizz Time'/><author><name>BackTrak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09353476637843134817</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-7879694.post-109837691475313244</id><published>2004-10-22T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:34:26.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reality Check</title><content type='html'>I've come to the frightening realisation that ever since i started work again, i've got nothing much to report. Can it be that my return to mundane real working life is so boring and uneventful that i struggle to attend any occasion of importance? As i sit here trying to inform u all on something interesting or at least entertaining in my life, i realise that i have nothing to say.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon reflection, if 10 hours of each day is allocated to my time at work and getting to &amp; fro work, i guess that doesnt leave much time to do much else, when one needs about 9 hrs of sleep. Unless one sacrifices that sleep time, one cannot do much outside of work..... sigh. I think one wants to go on holiday, AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading a student's blog about how she loves her class at uni. They are a small class of 40 which spend all their time together; ie. they have all lectures and labs, etc the same and pretty much see the same faces day in, day out. She says its great how everyone gets along, supports each other, hangs out, etc, etc. And she hopes the whole 5 yrs of her uni course will be like that...... I hate to be the pessimist and burst her bubble, but i dont think so!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My class was 30, we spent 45 contact hrs a wk together, and i think by the end of it, if we didnt see each other again, it would be too soon.:) It's takes me back, reading that blog, to a time when we were so young and innocent, where we actually believed life COULD be perfect....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879694-109837691475313244?l=backtrak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/feeds/109837691475313244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879694&amp;postID=109837691475313244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/109837691475313244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/109837691475313244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/2004/10/reality-check.html' title='Reality Check'/><author><name>BackTrak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09353476637843134817</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-7879694.post-109802624177812181</id><published>2004-10-17T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:34:26.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Depressed?</title><content type='html'>After what has been a fairly exhaustive week, I've finally had the opportunity to have a chillout day. The return to fulltime work has been testing, in both a physical and mental capacity. I think i got thru it ok, but just dont feel too flash. I even noticed that today i had trouble putting sentences together. The wkend was also busy, with things on every nite and day. So I am glad to have a quiet one on sunday, our scheduled day of rest :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, a friend pointed out today i seemed different. Apparantly i even came across a little down, prompting the question,"are u depressed?" ME, depressed?? In recent times, i cant recall ever being assumed depressed. We all go thru our ups and downs, but i havent really been one for ppl to say," He looks depressed" I guess looking back at my wk and my behavior the past few days, its easy for me to come across that way. I'm really having a hard time settling into the normal rhythm of real life, after such a great wk away last wk. I find myself sometimes sitting and staring, fantasizing i was anywhere but here.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont get me wrong, i love where i am, but i guess i've got no motivation to work at the moment. When i'm at work, i do my job and try my best, but if there something else available, i'd jump at that. I look fwd to walking away from work and doing the kinda stuff ppl on holiday do i guess :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a bit unrealistic to do I know, sometimes i wonder why billionaires continue to work their arses off to get more money when they've got enough for them to retire comfortably! I know that if i was one, i'd be living it up, working for free when i had to, and more importantly, LIVE my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879694-109802624177812181?l=backtrak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/feeds/109802624177812181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879694&amp;postID=109802624177812181' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/109802624177812181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/109802624177812181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/2004/10/depressed.html' title='Depressed?'/><author><name>BackTrak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09353476637843134817</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-7879694.post-109785330888030613</id><published>2004-10-15T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:34:26.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Political Correctness or Wrongness?</title><content type='html'>I realised how easily i can get worked up over little things. I was reading in the paper the other day about how political correctness is creeping into our children's schools. Schools are afraid to teach and present information on religious festivals, especially Christian ones, in fear of offending non-Christians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, with school Christmas plays, which we all used to do, some schools have got rid of it altogether or removed the nativity scene from it. What the!? I mean come on, i think that's taking political correctness too far! Christmas aint about santa, its about jesus' birth! Why on earth arent we allowed to show it? I feel that while so-called protecting non-Christians, its become discrimatory of Christians. Afterall, Christmas is a mark of Jesus Christ's birth (hence the name CHRIST-mas) so why the heck not should we be allowed to show the nativity scene? Do non-Christians celebrate xmas holidays? I betcha they do. Therefore, if u use xmas as a holiday, then be prepared to know why you've got the bloody holiday for!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just cant stand it when these minority grps make big fusses about things like this, where when it is convenient for THEM, they are happy to go with it. But if they dont like a particular aspect of it, the whole world has to hear it and follow their lead. Sometimes political correctness is a load of hogwash, it's better if we are all honest with each other and TELL IT AS IT IS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879694-109785330888030613?l=backtrak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/feeds/109785330888030613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879694&amp;postID=109785330888030613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/109785330888030613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/109785330888030613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/2004/10/political-correctness-or-wrongness.html' title='Political Correctness or Wrongness?'/><author><name>BackTrak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09353476637843134817</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-7879694.post-109750836302519637</id><published>2004-10-11T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:34:26.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Hangover</title><content type='html'>Yes it's true. Such a thing exists. And i'm going thru it right now. And it sux :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since i got back from s'pore, i've been wanting more. I guess coz the wkend was so busy, its mainly today that reality hit me that i'm back to the old routine, back at work plodding away. Ah how i wish i was back at that tropical island, crunching away at some ice kachang...... sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I returned to fulltime work today. And i am actually quite sore. The back just aint quite right yet, i really do hope it starts to improve much faster than this. Sorry, but i just dont feel like writing much more, just too hungover...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879694-109750836302519637?l=backtrak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/feeds/109750836302519637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879694&amp;postID=109750836302519637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/109750836302519637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/109750836302519637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/2004/10/holiday-hangover.html' title='Holiday Hangover'/><author><name>BackTrak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09353476637843134817</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-7879694.post-109734058687676242</id><published>2004-10-09T01:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:34:25.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Singapore Diaries</title><content type='html'>I havent really had time to sit down and blog lately, as i just returned to perth on fri morning, worked saturday, while juggling the arrival of my cousins from melb. But i thought i'd better write something about s'pore b4 it becomes an all too distant memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, i'd like to thank the most gracious and wonderfullest host i've ever encountered, the divine Miss M. I cannot begin to thank her enough for the great time she showed me whilst i was in the sweltering heat of s'pore. She made it possible to safely say its the BEST trip i've ever made to s'pore and the BEST HOLIDAY i've had in a long, long time. I only hope that i may repay her the favour at some stage of our lives, if i can EVER get her to perth..... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so much to tell and say, but i'll keep it fairly brief. I've basically summed up all the "highlights" of my trip, and if anyone wants to know more about it, feel free to ask. I'll probably also expand on them in future blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- S'pore is bloody hot, and u sweat A LOT.&lt;br /&gt;- Going out everyday and night becomes very pricey.&lt;br /&gt;- S'pore nightlife rocks! Where else can u get any meal u want at 3am?&lt;br /&gt;- S'pore coffee is really BAD. Stick to tea.&lt;br /&gt;- Its such a vibrant place, u cant help but rise to the occasion&lt;br /&gt;- alcohol is damn expensive, but managed to find the cheapest bar in the place. ;)&lt;br /&gt;- Eating lots of local food can be hazardous to your waistline. But its joyful torture of one's self.&lt;br /&gt;- Clubbing in s'pore is an experience i enjoyed, tho i never expected to. The place is packed even on a weds nite, and EVERYONE boogies down and has a good time. I actually felt safe, not having to worry about a stray needle or gangfight breaking out!&lt;br /&gt;- I LOVE my roti prata!&lt;br /&gt;- Eat Ice Kachang after every meal, it will cool u down while delighting your senses.&lt;br /&gt;- Shopping for others and not yourself is not very fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so much to tell, but might have to save that for next time......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879694-109734058687676242?l=backtrak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/feeds/109734058687676242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879694&amp;postID=109734058687676242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/109734058687676242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/109734058687676242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/2004/10/singapore-diaries.html' title='The Singapore Diaries'/><author><name>BackTrak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09353476637843134817</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-7879694.post-109699513839288779</id><published>2004-10-06T01:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:34:25.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a quick one....</title><content type='html'>I havent had much time to blog lately, as i have been away. In fact, as i sit here sweating my pores out, i am still not home, but still the sweltering singapore, sipping iced tea. It's been a blast so far, the best trip i've made to this tiny island country that i can remember. And its hugely due to my most gracious hostess, Miss M. The only downside is the recent episode of diarrhoea from the over- eating of delicious but deadly local food. Mmmm, local food. I think i'll torture myself a little more..... :) Cya back in perth soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879694-109699513839288779?l=backtrak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/feeds/109699513839288779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879694&amp;postID=109699513839288779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/109699513839288779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/109699513839288779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/2004/10/just-quick-one.html' title='Just a quick one....'/><author><name>BackTrak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09353476637843134817</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-7879694.post-109638577538450603</id><published>2004-09-28T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:34:25.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping list</title><content type='html'>This wk appears to be flying by for me. It's only 2 days b4 i'm on a boeing 777 on my way to my home of origin, Singapore. I actually cant wait. Even though my workload hasnt been exactly huge, i'm hanging out for a break. A break from work, a break from perth, a break from everything i know. Wierd how i feel like that......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my major goals when i get to s'pore is to EAT. One thing i miss about that place is the glorious food. The variety and authenticity of the dishes, and not to mention the price! :) I am salivating as i write this.....  Apart from that, i have an ever-growing shopping list, not mine mind you, but other ppl's. The only thing i want for myself is a compact flash memory card for my digi camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amongst the many items i have to get for other ppl include: food, food, food, food, computer games, DVDs, electric chopper, mascara, butt pump. Yes, u read correctly, a butt pump. A member of my extended family (who shall remain nameless) has requested i get a butt pump used for constipation, that u can ONLY get in s'pore. What kind of crap (pardon the pun) is that!? And more importantly, how will i look going to the shop asking for a butt pump that clears blocked anal passages?? Especially if the checkout chick is some hottie, (since all singapore girls are hotties right jess?;) what kinda way is that to impress them huh? Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879694-109638577538450603?l=backtrak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/feeds/109638577538450603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879694&amp;postID=109638577538450603' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/109638577538450603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/109638577538450603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/2004/09/shopping-list.html' title='Shopping list'/><author><name>BackTrak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09353476637843134817</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-7879694.post-109621075255681713</id><published>2004-09-26T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:34:25.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting statistic</title><content type='html'>I was advised of the most amazing stat i've heard in a long time. Apparantly the &lt;em&gt;annual youth suicide rate&lt;/em&gt; in Australia is much higher than the entire continent of Africa. I cant remember the exact number, but nonetheless i found that quite suprising.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A so-called 1st world country of 20 million ppl have more of their youth wanting to end their lives than a third world continent of over 200 million ppl?? Africa's a place where hunger, war, AIDS and suffering are most prominent in many young and old africans' lives, yet the youth of Australia have more troubles than those to warrant killing themselves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not totally biased in my opinions. I admit comparing the youth of Australia and Africa is much like comparing apples &amp; oranges. Relativity has got to have some part in this, the causes of youth suicide in our society could be considered more complex, as there are more factors available to instigate suicide. On the other hand, Africa would have a narrower spectrum of factors to promote a horrendous such as suicide. I guess trying to find food for tonite's family meal of 12 while starving would get your mind off contemplating suicide just coz u think noone loves you.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i sound a bit cynicial about this topic, but in reality i'm not. It's just that this is such a complex issue, it would ridiculous to fit it in a single post. There are ppl close to me that have had to deal with such an issue, and i know 1st hand how serious it can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879694-109621075255681713?l=backtrak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/feeds/109621075255681713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879694&amp;postID=109621075255681713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/109621075255681713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/109621075255681713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/2004/09/interesting-statistic.html' title='Interesting statistic'/><author><name>BackTrak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09353476637843134817</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-7879694.post-109604597079669606</id><published>2004-09-25T01:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:34:25.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shopping around</title><content type='html'>I was having an interesting conversation with a friend the other day, and as most of these kind of conversations go, we ended up talking about our ideal partners. ie. what do u look for in a partner? etc. etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's when i realised that i actually dont know what i am looking for in an ideal partner. As i sat there trying to formulate a list of qualities i would like of my ideal partner, i found myself struggling to list what i wanted! That really got me thinking, how am i supposed to find something i dont even know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the type of guy that when i go shopping, i know what i want, i go there, get it, get out. So in the quest for the ultimate item, where can i go get something when i dont even know what i want??  Should I even have a list &amp; know what i want or should i believe in fate? Or maybe I fall into &lt;a href="http://www.news.com.au/common/story_page/0,4057,10844142%255E1702,00.html"&gt;THIS &lt;/a&gt;category....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i'm happy with the 2nd last part, the Big guy has a plan carved out for us, we just gotta have the patience to wait for Him to deliver our plan to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879694-109604597079669606?l=backtrak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/feeds/109604597079669606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879694&amp;postID=109604597079669606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/109604597079669606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/109604597079669606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/2004/09/shopping-around.html' title='shopping around'/><author><name>BackTrak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09353476637843134817</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-7879694.post-109595626516064082</id><published>2004-09-23T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:34:25.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Blog vs. Nite Blog</title><content type='html'>I wish i could blog earlier in the day, rather than middle of the night sessions. Coz by now, i've forgotten half the things i wanted to say! There's something i really wanted to say today, but i cant remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can say that i got a pretty ordinary haircut today, which i'm not too proud of. It wierd coz the person i goto is normally really good with me. But then again, i did ask for more to be done than usual, so maybe its my fault for confusing her. Praise hair product.... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also managed to finish work early tonite, so was able to get home in time to watch Inside Idol. (cannot believe i just said that) Something else that was of interest on TV was a documentary on modern fighter planes. Its made me realise just how reliant on computers we are! Apparantly the most modern, dynamic, manouvreable, super jet would not even get off the ground if not for computers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do they do? Well coz the plane is designed NOT for flight, the computers calculates all the adjustments to rudder, flaps, etc needed every second in order to keep the plane in the air. If not, the pilot would have an impossible time flying it, constantly having to tweak hundreds of controls all the time. It makes me wonder if computers are the greatest invention of the 20th century.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879694-109595626516064082?l=backtrak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/feeds/109595626516064082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879694&amp;postID=109595626516064082' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/109595626516064082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/109595626516064082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/2004/09/day-blog-vs-nite-blog.html' title='Day Blog vs. Nite Blog'/><author><name>BackTrak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09353476637843134817</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-7879694.post-109587161571500966</id><published>2004-09-22T01:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:34:25.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>From talking to ppl and reading their blogs, it appears that most ppl are rather busy. Which is fair enough i guess, as this time of the yr tends to be more full on, with exams, tax returns and what not that needs to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for some reason, i dont have that much to do. Its funny coz most ppl i talk to are either tired or busy or frustrated, etc. Things seem to be real cruisy, which is the way i like it! :) I am only working half days, which probably helps the situation, but i am still pulling up sore at the end of work. Hence, a constant reminder that i'm no where near fully fit yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was further reminded of this when i went for a swim today, went to push myself, and i am now paying for it. Now i am extra sore..... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess for those who are interested in what i'm up to; I've been asked to step up in a number of leadership/positions of reponsibility lately. They've all come at about the same time, which made me think if i had something on my forehead saying "pick me!" Our youth pastor at church asked if i would like to be part of the leadership team for the youth. Also, i've been nominated on the CMDFA committee. I must admit i was hesitant in accepting either position in the beginning, but after a lot of prayer about this, i accepted. I believe i am ready for more challanges. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited about both opportunities, as it allows me inroads into different aspects of life OTHER than my job. I'm not too fussed about work anymore, to me its just something i do. I actually feel more passion for the youth ministry, and have a greater desire to do that than my job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, i have a feeling that i'm entering a new phase of this short life of mine, and I embrace it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879694-109587161571500966?l=backtrak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/feeds/109587161571500966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879694&amp;postID=109587161571500966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/109587161571500966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/109587161571500966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/2004/09/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>BackTrak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09353476637843134817</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-7879694.post-109578078857050229</id><published>2004-09-21T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:34:25.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please explain....</title><content type='html'>I initally wanted to talk about this yesterday, but Chris Judd winning the brownlow superseeded that. While the Brownlow was on, Enough Rope had Andrew Denton pitted against the queen of wit (or should it be twit) Pauline Hanson, in what i thought to be a pretty good and fair interview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed the start of the interview, but managed to catch the majority of it. As it progressed, i started to genuinely feel sorry for Pauline, as she is way out of her league. I get the impression that she means well, honestly wants the best for Australia, but hasnt got a clue how the rest of the world works. And the problem is, Australia is part of the world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Denton wanted to, he could've definitely annihilated her, but he was fair and righteous, giving her plenty of chances to "explain" and redeem herself. She didnt really take the bait. In my opinion, she allowed herself to be further embarassed by being unable to answer some pretty important questions or by answering "i dont know". Sorry, but if u wanna be a senator, i dont think that's good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont think she's a bad person (well i hope not!), but argueably Australia's most famous racist has done herself no favours, and should learn from her mistakes and just stick to what she knows...... fish &amp;amp; chips please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879694-109578078857050229?l=backtrak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/feeds/109578078857050229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879694&amp;postID=109578078857050229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/109578078857050229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/109578078857050229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/2004/09/please-explain.html' title='Please explain....'/><author><name>BackTrak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09353476637843134817</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-7879694.post-109569378154450109</id><published>2004-09-20T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:34:24.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JUDDERNAUT!!</title><content type='html'>Following an outstanding season and rewarded with All-Australian selection for the 1st time in his short career, huge congrats goes to Chris Judd of the West Coast Eagles for winning this yr's Brownlow medal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll admit that i had him 2nd on my list to win, (Tredrea was my initial guess) but it was an awesome medal count. Also, i always thought Ben Cousins would be the Eagles' 1st brownlow medalist. But the best thing about it was that there was only ONE winner (not 2 or 3 or 4) and the top 5 werent made up of those that were ineligible to win (ie. suspended ppl). And one has to admit that he is DESERVED winner!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am absolutely stoked at this win, definitely makes up for not winning the premiership!! I think the Eagles will be a force to be reckon with in the next few yrs, and i'm not just saying this coz i support them..... Look at the facts; 1 Brownlow medalist, 4 Rising star nominations, promising end to 2004 season...... looks ominous to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879694-109569378154450109?l=backtrak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/feeds/109569378154450109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879694&amp;postID=109569378154450109' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/109569378154450109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/109569378154450109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/2004/09/juddernaut.html' title='JUDDERNAUT!!'/><author><name>BackTrak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09353476637843134817</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-7879694.post-109526339418892347</id><published>2004-09-15T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:34:24.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little inconveniences</title><content type='html'>This will sound really bad, but i'm sitting on the sofa writing this and i need to check something on my mobile. The problem is, its on a shelf about 3 metres away from me. I cant be bothered putting my computer down, standing up, walking 2.5 metres, reach out and grab my phone, step back, sit again, and set my computer back on my lap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's times like these I wish I had FORCE powers. Then like Obi-Wan, i can just reach out and telepathically transport my phone to me. I think that would be the most awesome power to have. Imagine when u r vying for the remote with another member of the household! The jedi mind trick would be handy in nightclubs too...... ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While i'm on the subject of superpowers, the only other thing i would really like is xray vision. The only reason why i say this is coz today at work, i could've really done with it. I would've been able to finish work a lot faster, rather than taking an xray, and having to wait for it to get developed, b4 i can even START working on the person!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, such are life's little inconveniences. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879694-109526339418892347?l=backtrak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/feeds/109526339418892347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879694&amp;postID=109526339418892347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/109526339418892347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/109526339418892347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/2004/09/little-inconveniences.html' title='Little inconveniences'/><author><name>BackTrak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09353476637843134817</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-7879694.post-109516800936887066</id><published>2004-09-14T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:34:24.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cant think of a title.</title><content type='html'>I dont want to turn this into an Australian idol forum, but how forgettable was the so called "unforgettable" edition? It was just a glorified, over-hyped, karaoke tournament. Dont these ppl realise that we are laughing AT you, not with you??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont think i've felt as exhausted as i did today in a long, long time. I went for a swim today, the 2nd time since b4 my operation, and came back totally pooped. I didnt really go out hard, not that i ever do, but i did keep a steady pace, going for slow non-stop laps, rather than multiple short burst of laps. My whole body aches now, but it kinda feels good, like when u know u've done some work. Its as if the pain u feel after a workout or sport is to be worn like a badge of honor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amongst my exhaustion, i managed to watch the worst channel on tv imaginable. I've always thought the shopping channel pretty poor, but i managed to catch a glimpse of Fashion TV. Its like watching a car crash; u wanna look away but just cant! Its got poor-arse music playin to models prancing down catwalks, with poor picture quality and totally random scenes. And dont get me started on some of the stuff they were wearing......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879694-109516800936887066?l=backtrak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/feeds/109516800936887066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879694&amp;postID=109516800936887066' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/109516800936887066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/109516800936887066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/2004/09/cant-think-of-title.html' title='Cant think of a title.'/><author><name>BackTrak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09353476637843134817</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-7879694.post-109508444538406042</id><published>2004-09-13T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:34:24.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beauty a curse?</title><content type='html'>I've realised how reliant i am on modern tech, when our home phone line ceased to work for the past 3 days. Unable to log onto the net or even make phone calls proved to be rather frustrating, not to mention expensive........ cant wait for my mobile bill this mth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight's Australian Idol saw the apparant "pretty boy" of the comp kicked out. Surely being a good looking fella would have its perks; benefits that go without saying. But I could not believe the amount of patronizing Dan recieved about his looks! Yeah sure he's a good looking bloke and I would love to be like him :P, but the treatment he recieved was similar to say, a "fat kid" being teased. Substitute the word fat/ugly/chubby for hunk/hot/sexy, and that's what Dan got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That cant be too bad surely!?" Well, to some maybe, but i felt the level of taunts were irritatingly degrading, almost insulting. In today's society its politically &lt;strong&gt;incorrect&lt;/strong&gt; to tease someone about their weight, but &lt;strong&gt;fine&lt;/strong&gt; to patronize someone about their good looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know if what i've written has come across the right way, but basically its sux when one form of patronizing behaviour is OK, while others are not. Double standards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879694-109508444538406042?l=backtrak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/feeds/109508444538406042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879694&amp;postID=109508444538406042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/109508444538406042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/109508444538406042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/2004/09/beauty-curse.html' title='Beauty a curse?'/><author><name>BackTrak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09353476637843134817</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-7879694.post-109508847135291775</id><published>2004-09-13T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:34:24.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oops....</title><content type='html'>Sunday day was recovery for me. Didnt get much sleep the 2 nights b4, so i ended up laying on the sofa, half watching TV &amp; dozing off. Later that evening, as i prepared to head out, i found myself humming an apparantly nameless tune in the bathroom, as u do right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i soon realised it was not so nameless, but the legendary "oops i did it again" by Brittney. A flashback hit me as i realised that in my "dozing" during the day, i was half watching a 2 hr documentary on the life of Brittney Spears on MTV. By some minor miracle, Brittney had entered my mind sub-consciously. Scary. But she's more than welcomed anytime..... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879694-109508847135291775?l=backtrak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/feeds/109508847135291775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879694&amp;postID=109508847135291775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/109508847135291775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/109508847135291775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/2004/09/oops.html' title='Oops....'/><author><name>BackTrak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09353476637843134817</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-7879694.post-109474851429225137</id><published>2004-09-10T01:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:34:24.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's happening?</title><content type='html'>I did a bit of travelling around town today, as i didnt start work till the arvo. Basically my day consisted of driving to South Perth to meet a mate for lunch, then to work which finished early so i could beat peak hour traffic home. But then i had a seminar to attend that night, in which i was caught in the peak traffic flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's happening to Perth!? I know i've been out of action, but this is ridiculous! Have ppl forgotten the road rules? On the freeway today, i saw a moped plodding in front of me and an L-plater crawling along! I might be wrong, but the last time i checked, those TWO arent allowed on freeways!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how long does peak hour traffic last? I thought by the time i got home and left again, traffic shld be sorted. It normally takes 10 mins to get from my place to the novotel in the city, but this time it took me 30 mins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what about the amt of construction going on! All the roads have changed in the city, witches hats everywhere, you'd think we were in some developing country with the amy of work going on around us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's happening to my beloved city? Things seem to be spiralling out of control.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879694-109474851429225137?l=backtrak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/feeds/109474851429225137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879694&amp;postID=109474851429225137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/109474851429225137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879694/posts/default/109474851429225137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtrak.blogspot.com/2004/09/whats-happening.html' title='What&apos;s happening?'/><author><name>BackTrak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09353476637843134817</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>
