<?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-3724145375061927578</id><updated>2011-11-09T18:31:30.166+11:00</updated><title type='text'>the notebook</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenotebook11.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724145375061927578/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenotebook11.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Booker</name><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>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724145375061927578.post-5198990414047745516</id><published>2011-09-08T23:45:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T22:20:35.593+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Return of the King</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;It's been a long time since I blogged and although my sojourn into 'the real world' aka full-time work was refreshing, after a while I felt the urge to make my long awaited return to the blogosphere. Somehow though, I couldn't bring myself to click the New Post button and empty my thoughts on to the internet. This wasn't because of any eternal fear of judgement, mainly just my failure to convert emotions into words.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For this change I have to thank Stephen Christian, you write music that moves me and the words of your blog make me feel like i'm not alone in my failure to understand the world and frustration with the people who make it so much harder to live in. Though your expression is far from perfect, it's the imperfection that makes it seem so real.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The biggest change lately is obviously my switch from being the bottom rung on the corporate ladder to running a small business. The decision was fuelled by my desire to make a difference. 3 weeks in and I feel like I am and will continue to learn a lot about how a business runs but as yet, no real difference made. However I now know what it's like to have incompetent people do things for me, my sincerest apologies to all the people I 'helped' at my previous firm.&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago I told Darryn about my motives behind my career change and he asked me if I would be willing to take up the job of the underpaid head of an NGO. I don't know the answer to that question yet but I can imagine that when I eventually do, it would strongly reflect the man I am. I've always thought of my career in business as a constant struggle between the hunger for money  I see clearly in so many of my peers and the strong ethics and focus on fulfillment which so easily help me navigate the other facets of my life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;'Being a man' used to be a simple milestone in the quest that is life but now it's hit me just how unpredictable this quest is. My life was supposed to be simple:&lt;br /&gt;Go to uni, go on adventures, experience things.&lt;br /&gt;Get a slightly demanding, decently paid job.&lt;br /&gt;Get married somewhere in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now it feels like the steps 1 and 2 overlap a lot and 1 is no where near as much fun as I thought it would be. But I guess that's mainly because I'm trying to do Step 2 at the same time. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;WHICH BRINGS ME TO MULTITASKING! I wish I could do it, if women actually conform to gender stereotypes and are capable of this vital skill then I wish I was a woman, if only they weren't so petty. It would be so cool if I could reallocate my time from studying for uni to taking up my rightful position as Defender of the Free World. I just changed my phone ringtone to the Kim Possible beep, I guess that's at least a step in the right direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3724145375061927578-5198990414047745516?l=thenotebook11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenotebook11.blogspot.com/feeds/5198990414047745516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenotebook11.blogspot.com/2011/09/return-of-king.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724145375061927578/posts/default/5198990414047745516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724145375061927578/posts/default/5198990414047745516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenotebook11.blogspot.com/2011/09/return-of-king.html' title='Return of the King'/><author><name>The Booker</name><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-3724145375061927578.post-6119522735533507136</id><published>2011-03-24T21:24:00.006+11:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T00:17:31.187+11:00</updated><title type='text'>How does one know when they are rich?</title><content type='html'>Deva "No one calles me Devz" Nirthanakumaran: When you don't need to ask yourself that question anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Bosco "I am NOT an alcoholic" Lam: When you live in Vaucluse.&lt;br /&gt;Workmate: When you don't look at the price of things you buy.&lt;br /&gt;Douglas "herp'n derp" Yu: When Sharon owes you 5+ sexual favours. (You make Forbes' 100 Richest if she owes you 10).&lt;br /&gt;Sarfraz "She was hitting on ME" Basha: $5mil liquid&lt;br /&gt;Joseph: When you are poor.&lt;br /&gt;Milo "Milton Milts" Li: 50K&lt;br /&gt;Thashan "Big Homie" Murugathas: When your money counts your money.&lt;br /&gt;Bryan "Big Time" Tran: The rich man is the one with knowledge, happiness and his health.&lt;br /&gt;Gabriel "Mumbles" Fong: *Mumbles* Too subjective to provide a definition ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: When you have enough money to pay for all your needs and your wants.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3724145375061927578-6119522735533507136?l=thenotebook11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenotebook11.blogspot.com/feeds/6119522735533507136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenotebook11.blogspot.com/2011/03/how-does-one-know-when-they-are-rich.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724145375061927578/posts/default/6119522735533507136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724145375061927578/posts/default/6119522735533507136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenotebook11.blogspot.com/2011/03/how-does-one-know-when-they-are-rich.html' title='How does one know when they are rich?'/><author><name>The Booker</name><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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724145375061927578.post-4505143241154290158</id><published>2010-07-10T23:34:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T15:33:22.440+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Spur of the Moment</title><content type='html'>It's a top ten list of&lt;br /&gt;Things that move me the most&lt;br /&gt;It's a top ten list of&lt;br /&gt;Things that bother me the most&lt;br /&gt;A top ten list of&lt;br /&gt;Things that scare me the most&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Move:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;travel&lt;br /&gt;soccer&lt;br /&gt;movies&lt;br /&gt;music&lt;br /&gt;driving down a windy road&lt;br /&gt;booze&lt;br /&gt;vegging out&lt;br /&gt;good food&lt;br /&gt;independence&lt;br /&gt;smiles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bother:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;conformity&lt;br /&gt;social etiquette&lt;br /&gt;people&lt;br /&gt;responsibility&lt;br /&gt;expectations&lt;br /&gt;selfishness&lt;br /&gt;privilege&lt;br /&gt;luck&lt;br /&gt;genetics&lt;br /&gt;me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Scare:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;snakes&lt;br /&gt;failure&lt;br /&gt;let-downs&lt;br /&gt;commitment&lt;br /&gt;losing important people&lt;br /&gt;not doing the right thing&lt;br /&gt;disappointing people&lt;br /&gt;unfulfillment&lt;br /&gt;missing out&lt;br /&gt;screwing up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3724145375061927578-4505143241154290158?l=thenotebook11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenotebook11.blogspot.com/feeds/4505143241154290158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenotebook11.blogspot.com/2010/07/spur-of-moment.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724145375061927578/posts/default/4505143241154290158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724145375061927578/posts/default/4505143241154290158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenotebook11.blogspot.com/2010/07/spur-of-moment.html' title='Spur of the Moment'/><author><name>The Booker</name><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-3724145375061927578.post-2055328023289691355</id><published>2010-06-16T18:37:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T18:42:22.240+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream Team</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lloris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lahm         Vidic          Lucio          Evra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Messi         Xavi         Iniesta       Ronaldo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rooney      David Villa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3724145375061927578-2055328023289691355?l=thenotebook11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenotebook11.blogspot.com/feeds/2055328023289691355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenotebook11.blogspot.com/2010/06/dream-team.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724145375061927578/posts/default/2055328023289691355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3724145375061927578/posts/default/2055328023289691355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenotebook11.blogspot.com/2010/06/dream-team.html' title='Dream Team'/><author><name>The Booker</name><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-3724145375061927578.post-1242406398474546974</id><published>2009-08-14T18:18:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T20:13:35.322+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Things To Do Before I Die</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bunjee Jump&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sky Dive&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Explore South America (I don't want to go into exact places here because it will take too long)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Climb the Eiffel Tower&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stand on that bridge over the River Thames with the view of the British Government House thing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watch a soccer game at Old Trafford (Manchester)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watch a soccer game at Anflield (Liverpool)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watch a soccer game at Emirates Stadium (London)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watch a soccer game at the Santiago Bernabeu (Madrid)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watch a soccer game at the Nou Camp (Barcelona)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watch a Superclassico (Barcelona vs Real Madrid)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watch a Milan derby (AC Milan vs Inter Milan)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stand alone in the middle of a soccer stadium&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Walk inside the Colosseum&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eat pasta in Italy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Drink wine in France&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Drive on an autobahn (German free ways without speed limits, also the name of one of my favourite Anberlin songs)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;See the Swiss Alps&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;See Prague, Czech Republic (the architecture I saw in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Illusionist&lt;/span&gt; was amazing)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Drive down that highway thing from England to France&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be a regular at a cafe&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be able to walk into a shop and order 'the usual'&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go clubbing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get so smashed I forget what I did last night&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buy a Porsche Cayman (or whichever car floats my boat when I can afford it)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Host a BBQ&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hold poker nights at my house&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Own my own city apartment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Attend a Lifehouse concert&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get cremated&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Suit up in an inappropriate situation&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lasertag in suits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3724145375061927578-1242406398474546974?l=thenotebook11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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