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I found this too funny.

Which File Extension are You?

With thanks to Kaz and Nate for the quiz.

One thing I can be certain of at the moment - things are going to get a whole lot more uncertain! Work is... interesting. No matter how big or small the organisation is you work for, you can't escape office politics. I'm usually just an innocent bystander, but being (a)new, (b)young and (c)female, my colleagues seem to often lean towards me and in a conspiratorial whisper fill me in on the latest happenings in the office.

It places me in a weird position because I know God has put me in this current role for a reason and as each day goes by, it becomes more and more apparent why, even though everything around me could be thrown up in the air at any moment.

Oh, and I lost my phone for 30 heart-stopping minutes in Melbourne yesterday.

Well, okay, not really.

After years of vehemently protesting that I'm "not a hat person", it seems that some previously recessive part of my brain has decided to spring into action and is now obsessed with hats. I've gone from 1 hats to 5 hats in just 24 hours. That's a whopping 500% increase in personal hat ownership, with a stunning majority in the "baker boy" style. Check it out.

Do you get nervous? After years of performing, I still feel jittery before I walk on stage, every single time. Still, I finally know what it means to have my stomach tied up in knots. I had trouble breathing, I couldn't stop my hands shaking and I almost threw up today, I was so nervous. It lasted 2-3 hours after I'd gotten home, and now I'm hungry and jittery cos I can't eat anything. Not to mention the fact that I can't eat before I sing, so I actually haven't eaten since last night.

And it was just a little community theatre audition. Silly me.

Y'know, I'm actually rather relieved Sydney made it through the elimination round tonight on My Restaurant Rules. Sydneyites are sometimes a bit picky about showing patriotism. Final Three! Woo!

Evan and Bella are young, hip and glamorous, as is their restaurant. Oh so Sydney. (And oh so pink. But hey, it works). Check em out here and here.

Brisbane's Todd and Francesca were just... ick. Sorry guys.

I've also discovered that I am a wuss when it comes to live results. I always change channels at the penultimate moment and flick back to watch the reactions. Every time. Heart palpitations. Goosebumps. Silly me.

Oh dear. New template. Just felt like stripping it all back and keeping it simple.

Bye bye lilies!

Materialism is the philosophical view that the only thing that can truly be said to 'exist' is matter (or so Wikipedia says).

I've been thinking about whether or not I'm materialistic, in the often blanket way that Christians use the word. I suppose "placing importance on material things" would be an okay definition. My soul beats in time to Switchfoot's classic line "we want more than this world's got to offer" but I can't deny I enjoy the little fun things in life, like TV box sets *grin*.

Hmmm...