<?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-3441629</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:03:08.794+10:00</updated><title type='text'>cyberspace junkyard</title><subtitle type='html'>the ramblings of an over-worked yuppie</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaniche.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniche.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Vron</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>489</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441629.post-2846742040801039582</id><published>2007-09-11T18:33:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T18:38:55.609+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Take you driving in my car, car...</title><summary type='text'>Well, 3 more days and I'm off on what is turning out to be a biennial road trip. We'll be taking a relatively leisurely 2 weeks to visit Auckland, Paihia, Rotorua, Wellington, Christchurch, Picton, Nelson, Napier and Taupo.I'm feeling a mixture of excitement (3 weeks off work! Travel! Woo!), trepidation (3 weeks off work! So much to catch up on when I get back!) and relief (3 weeks off work! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/2846742040801039582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/2846742040801039582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniche.blogspot.com/2007/09/take-you-driving-in-my-car-car.html' title='Take you driving in my car, car...'/><author><name>Vron</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441629.post-2454012754187197432</id><published>2007-08-14T21:54:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T21:58:27.959+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Meez</title><summary type='text'>Wow - that was an hour of my life I'll never get back. Still, it's strangely addictive (and fun!) creating a "mini-me". The facial features aren't very flexible, but clothing, hair, lipstick etc was pretty cool!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/2454012754187197432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/2454012754187197432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniche.blogspot.com/2007/08/meez.html' title='Meez'/><author><name>Vron</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441629.post-274177425175876779</id><published>2007-07-20T19:14:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T19:15:54.921+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Shenanigans</title><summary type='text'>Off to Lake Macquarie for a couple of days R&amp;R with my small group from church. I sooooo need this - have been pulling 60 hours weeks for about a month now.Errr... that is all.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/274177425175876779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/274177425175876779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniche.blogspot.com/2007/07/weekend-shenanigans.html' title='Weekend Shenanigans'/><author><name>Vron</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441629.post-8679468728543606683</id><published>2007-06-25T00:13:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T00:16:33.890+10:00</updated><title type='text'>As it is in heaven</title><summary type='text'>If you enjoy movies, music, an uplifting plot and a charming, old-world theatre, go check out As it is in heaven at the Orpheum Theatre in Cremorne while it's still playing.Brilliant movie.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/8679468728543606683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/8679468728543606683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniche.blogspot.com/2007/06/as-it-is-in-heaven.html' title='As it is in heaven'/><author><name>Vron</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441629.post-3042624275393841704</id><published>2007-06-06T18:15:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T18:17:34.919+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ice Woman cometh</title><summary type='text'>It's not Rockefeller Plaza in New York, surrounded by fairy lights and with snow gently falling, but it's outdoors, it's in Sydney and it's back! Yeah!EQ Outdoor Skating Rink</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/3042624275393841704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/3042624275393841704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniche.blogspot.com/2007/06/ice-woman-cometh.html' title='The Ice Woman cometh'/><author><name>Vron</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441629.post-4208310434132534536</id><published>2007-06-04T17:14:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T17:56:33.373+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Grand hotels</title><summary type='text'>The Presidential Suite at the Park Hyatt, TokyoI am a person for whom staying in a nice hotel is something of an irresistible temptation. I've waxed lyrical in several blog posts in the past about it. Among the things that make a work-related stay in an unfamiliar city a little more memorable is someone opening your door when you pull up in a cab... having your breath taken away when you walk </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/4208310434132534536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/4208310434132534536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniche.blogspot.com/2007/06/grand-hotels.html' title='Grand hotels'/><author><name>Vron</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TAjGe1YD4lI/RmPFnnMsSDI/AAAAAAAAADo/u3BFilB8ZeI/s72-c/park+hyatt+tokyo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441629.post-8033588034827019067</id><published>2007-05-31T23:38:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T08:01:43.142+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Scrubs</title><summary type='text'>I just unexpectedly started crying. In the middle of an episode of Scrubs. Scrubs!!! (Ep4.08)I love that show, but I was expecting funny (tick), great acting (tick), snappy dialogue (tick), visual humour (tick) - instead I got all of the above, plus poignancy and heart tugging to boot.I like crying. It's kinda cathartic. Sometimes, I feel like a bit of a cry so I pull out one of my "guaranteed to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/8033588034827019067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/8033588034827019067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniche.blogspot.com/2007/05/scrubs.html' title='Scrubs'/><author><name>Vron</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441629.post-6860654337626107719</id><published>2007-05-19T01:05:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T14:22:52.792+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Sun, surf and sand</title><summary type='text'>For those who've been following my hair sagas, here's my attempt at the "beachy" look as demonstrated here. Yay for instructional videos and GHD stylers.  Edited Jun 2, 2007 to add:Here's another attempt (a couple of weeks after the initial haircut - I made it slightly curlier!)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/6860654337626107719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/6860654337626107719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniche.blogspot.com/2007/05/sun-surf-and-sand.html' title='Sun, surf and sand'/><author><name>Vron</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAjGe1YD4lI/Rk2_7XMsR-I/AAAAAAAAADA/pZNKrkoOX-k/s72-c/Photo+9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441629.post-4527276982805808731</id><published>2007-05-17T21:52:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T01:05:47.269+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Wash, Cut and Blowdry</title><summary type='text'>Yup, I did it. Cut my hair and bought my first GHD styler. What else I could I do after so many glowing recommendations!? I went for about 3 inches off the front, but the back is still long (and feathery). Lots of wispy layers. And a fringe! I'm still a bit undecided about the fringe thing, but I'm leaning towards the "yeah, I like it" side of the fence at the moment. Here's some fresh from the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/4527276982805808731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/4527276982805808731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniche.blogspot.com/2007/05/wash-cut-and-blowdry.html' title='Wash, Cut and Blowdry'/><author><name>Vron</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TAjGe1YD4lI/RkxClHMsR6I/AAAAAAAAACg/xuKMDB3_n-U/s72-c/new+fringe+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441629.post-484098260716012958</id><published>2007-05-04T00:11:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T00:15:15.865+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Haircuts</title><summary type='text'>I'm long overdue for a haircut. We're talking 6 months at least. Woops! Anyways, I've set aside some time tomorrow to go so I was surfing and youtube-ing to get some inspiration (of course). Curls? Layers? The Big Chop? Small Trim? Help!This looks fun though - might just go for choppy layers, with a bit of a long fringe, then buy myself a curling iron!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/484098260716012958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/484098260716012958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniche.blogspot.com/2007/05/haircuts.html' title='Haircuts'/><author><name>Vron</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441629.post-841767873536912586</id><published>2007-04-25T22:32:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T22:38:51.912+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Visual DNA</title><summary type='text'>Thanks to Mel Read my VisualDNA™     Get your own VisualDNA™</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/841767873536912586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/841767873536912586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniche.blogspot.com/2007/04/visual-dna.html' title='Visual DNA'/><author><name>Vron</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441629.post-5493330504178392122</id><published>2007-04-23T19:18:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T19:53:13.773+10:00</updated><title type='text'>For good</title><summary type='text'>I read this....I've heard it saidThat people come into our lives for a reasonBringing something we must learnAnd we are led to those who help us most to growIf we let themAnd we help them in returnWell, I don't know if I believe that's trueBut I know I'm who I am todayBecause I knew youLike a comet pulled from orbit as it passes the sunLike a stream that meets a boulder halfway through the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/5493330504178392122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/5493330504178392122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniche.blogspot.com/2007/04/for-good.html' title='For good'/><author><name>Vron</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TAjGe1YD4lI/Rix9yx90XAI/AAAAAAAAACY/AOw1z-I4ybA/s72-c/kleenex.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441629.post-5170974490970565558</id><published>2007-04-14T23:05:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T23:33:36.274+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi, I'm a Mac</title><summary type='text'>Yes, the rumours are true. I have officially converted to being a Mac User. A wanky Mac user if you listen to some of my friends! :-) Clem came over in the arvo and we mucked around with Photo Booth, using the built-in web cam. All part of iLife, you know. Here are the results of our 15 minutes of giggling, posing and artistic sensibilities.Colour Pencil EffectStretch Effect (I love this photo!!)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/5170974490970565558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/5170974490970565558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniche.blogspot.com/2007/04/hi-im-mac.html' title='Hi, I&apos;m a Mac'/><author><name>Vron</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TAjGe1YD4lI/RiDSP3WlqsI/AAAAAAAAABo/PP219pu3eIs/s72-c/Photo+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441629.post-6340022145529735401</id><published>2007-03-04T19:29:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T20:28:48.758+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Congrats to S &amp; P!</title><summary type='text'>The question of the day - why is it that I drank approximately 4 litres of liquid and only needed to use the bathroom once yesterday? My feet hurt (though my new silver shoes reduced from $160 to $30 were too good a bargain to pass up), I've splurged on junk food today (after abstaining for the last couple of months), I've never sweated to much in my life and my hair can't handle any more styling</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/6340022145529735401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/6340022145529735401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniche.blogspot.com/2007/03/congrats-to-s-p.html' title='Congrats to S &amp; P!'/><author><name>Vron</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TAjGe1YD4lI/ReqERSewuZI/AAAAAAAAAAk/eIZPvIvscEk/s72-c/125.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441629.post-357821947856533059</id><published>2007-03-01T22:11:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T22:14:24.847+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Dum dum da dum</title><summary type='text'>Obligatory muso shot from A&amp;C's wedding last Saturday</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/357821947856533059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/357821947856533059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniche.blogspot.com/2007/03/dum-dum-da-dum.html' title='Dum dum da dum'/><author><name>Vron</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAjGe1YD4lI/Rea1UHMA18I/AAAAAAAAAAY/I05iRw91AHI/s72-c/musos7.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441629.post-7789612556786860311</id><published>2007-02-27T21:46:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T21:59:32.472+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Drenched</title><summary type='text'>You see, this is why I avoid games. Put me in a random environment where winning (or more to the point, beating everyone else) is the key focus, and psycho competitive Vron emerges.After our beach games and trivia night at a work offsite in Terrigal over the past couple of days, I am left with:1. a sore throat from the yelling and screaming2. terrible hair cos the windswept look just doesn't work</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/7789612556786860311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/7789612556786860311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniche.blogspot.com/2007/02/drenched.html' title='Drenched'/><author><name>Vron</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAjGe1YD4lI/ReQOTmK4zOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JUhco4KL094/s72-c/WELCM_EXTR_01_E.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441629.post-7114504029298450459</id><published>2007-01-29T16:40:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T16:44:58.258+11:00</updated><title type='text'>wedding fever</title><summary type='text'>How did I manage to book out my calender til early March already? What the... ??Perhaps it has a little something to do with the 3 weddings looming in my calender in the next 5 weeks. I am:- singing at one wedding- singing, arranging the vocal item and directing the ceremony at another wedding- singing, doing a speech, going to dress fittings and makeup trials and other general bridesmaidy duties</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/7114504029298450459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/7114504029298450459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniche.blogspot.com/2007/01/wedding-fever.html' title='wedding fever'/><author><name>Vron</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441629.post-1542280789217106168</id><published>2007-01-01T21:48:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T21:57:25.453+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Shaken and stirred</title><summary type='text'>As our last outing in Adelaide, the fam and I trooped off to Marion to watch Casino Royale.  Surprise, surprise - the new 007 movie far exceeded my expectations. I've been a Bond fan from way back. It's my favourite franchise... yes - more than Star Wars, Mission Impossible or any of the comic book adaptations.In an uncharacteristic move, I'd stayed away from spoilers (not much point since I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/1542280789217106168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/1542280789217106168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniche.blogspot.com/2007/01/shaken-and-stirred.html' title='Shaken and stirred'/><author><name>Vron</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441629.post-116754857130354937</id><published>2006-12-31T17:54:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T18:02:51.316+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Feelin' hot hot hot</title><summary type='text'>Greetings from Adelaide!It has to be at least 3 years since I was last able to say that :-) Adelaide hasn't changed too much - still very hot, dry and with very polite taxi drivers. Incongruent as it may seem given the city I'm in, it's been a whirlwind couple of days so far. Shopping at Harbourtown and Rundle Mall; scrumptious seafood buffet at Skycity; gorgeous accommodation in a two bedroom </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/116754857130354937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/116754857130354937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniche.blogspot.com/2006/12/feelin-hot-hot-hot.html' title='Feelin&apos; hot hot hot'/><author><name>Vron</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441629.post-116683339610354952</id><published>2006-12-23T11:22:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T11:23:16.116+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Pachelbel Rant</title><summary type='text'>So so true...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/116683339610354952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/116683339610354952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniche.blogspot.com/2006/12/pachelbel-rant.html' title='Pachelbel Rant'/><author><name>Vron</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441629.post-116675201784972261</id><published>2006-12-22T12:46:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T12:51:20.273+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/116675201784972261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/116675201784972261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniche.blogspot.com/2006/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Vron</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441629.post-116523088468611719</id><published>2006-12-04T22:04:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T22:14:44.703+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The big two-eight</title><summary type='text'>Birthdays keep getting more and more uneventful, don't they? The concept of parties, presents and cake just don't do it for me anymore. Still, it's kinda fun to get a little something from people who know an aspect of you really well and choose a gift appropriately. I thought this year's round-up was rather telling!1. Clothes (mum and dad)2. Birthday dinner (brother)3. Everwood Season 1 box set (</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/116523088468611719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/116523088468611719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniche.blogspot.com/2006/12/big-two-eight.html' title='The big two-eight'/><author><name>Vron</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441629.post-116368289036779609</id><published>2006-11-17T00:14:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T23:12:53.093+11:00</updated><title type='text'>tap tap woo!</title><summary type='text'>Ultimate coolness...&lt; edited 18/11/06 &gt; By the way, on the topic of dance... do yourself a favour and check out the US show "So you think you can dance?" starting this Sunday on Channel 10. Think "Idol" but with a more compelling format and a whole lotta talent. Or maybe "Dancing with the Stars", without the stars but with people that can actually dance and a wider variety of styles. So really, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/116368289036779609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/116368289036779609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniche.blogspot.com/2006/11/tap-tap-woo.html' title='tap tap woo!'/><author><name>Vron</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441629.post-116238438098400536</id><published>2006-11-01T23:29:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T23:35:43.206+11:00</updated><title type='text'>For you I will</title><summary type='text'>I unashamedly love catchy pop rock. Currently discovering singer-songwriter Teddy Geiger, particularly his debut single, For you I will (confidence). Check out the 15 secs or so between 0:30 and 0:45 in particular. That's my favourite but - where it builds up as if going into a big pre-chorus, but then drops back down suddenly into a suspended chord with a simple guitar riff on top, before </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/116238438098400536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/116238438098400536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniche.blogspot.com/2006/11/for-you-i-will.html' title='For you I will'/><author><name>Vron</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441629.post-115979769742472337</id><published>2006-10-02T23:43:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T00:01:37.446+10:00</updated><title type='text'>A rolling stone gathers no moss</title><summary type='text'>It's October. When did that happen? One minute, I'm packing up the 2005 Christmas decorations and getting ready for my new church and new job, and the next, I'm bemoaning the upcoming weeks of tortured agonising over the appropriate creative yet meaningful Christmas 2006 family gift purchases.Reminiscing over the year that was is normal reserved for the pre-New Year lull, but I thought I'd get a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/115979769742472337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/115979769742472337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniche.blogspot.com/2006/10/rolling-stone-gathers-no-moss.html' title='A rolling stone gathers no moss'/><author><name>Vron</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441629.post-115918979717257044</id><published>2006-09-25T23:03:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T23:09:57.190+10:00</updated><title type='text'>10, 9, 8...</title><summary type='text'>... God is great!Well, yes He is, but this is not the Colin Buchanon countdown. Oh no siree. It's the official how-many-days-do-I-have-to-keep-going-to-work-until-13-blissful-days-away countdown. Woohoo! And for the record - it's 8 more working days.At long last, the cloud has lifted, the light at the end of the tunnel is growing brighter, the break of day is seeping through the neverending night</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/115918979717257044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/115918979717257044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniche.blogspot.com/2006/09/10-9-8.html' title='10, 9, 8...'/><author><name>Vron</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441629.post-115815005266658557</id><published>2006-09-13T22:17:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T22:20:52.680+10:00</updated><title type='text'>how come you don't call me?</title><summary type='text'>I've been watching more Canadian Idol than Australian Idol this year. I've got no idea  who's in our top 12, but am loving Canadian Eva Avila. She reminds me a bit of Kelly Clarkson, but she's a bit more refined and funky. Here's her final performance from the final 2 show (it's an Alicia Keys song, for those who don't know it). Enjoy!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/115815005266658557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/115815005266658557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniche.blogspot.com/2006/09/how-come-you-dont-call-me.html' title='how come you don&apos;t call me?'/><author><name>Vron</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441629.post-115759814865870086</id><published>2006-09-07T13:00:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T13:02:28.676+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Turk &amp; JD</title><summary type='text'>I love Scrubs. Here's a moment from the beginning of Season 4.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/115759814865870086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/115759814865870086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniche.blogspot.com/2006/09/turk-jd.html' title='Turk &amp; JD'/><author><name>Vron</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441629.post-115758021213532089</id><published>2006-09-07T07:52:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T08:33:35.516+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The Black Dog</title><summary type='text'>Wow,  this recent article takes me back. I remember the shock when I first heard about it 2 years ago, through friends of friends - the email chain that spreads like wildfire when it concerns the deeply hilarious or deeply tragic.Tristan was someone I knew through school and Christian circles. We graduated from "cousin" schools in the same year, but we'd also crossed paths through debating, drama</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/115758021213532089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/115758021213532089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniche.blogspot.com/2006/09/black-dog.html' title='The Black Dog'/><author><name>Vron</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441629.post-115702366967173473</id><published>2006-08-31T21:23:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T21:28:18.756+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Whirlwind</title><summary type='text'>No time to read blogs, comment on blogs, or write blogs. Pulled another 13 hour day today. After weeks of this, my body has acclimatised now - I no longer feel tired or worn out. It's quite bizarre, really. Kinda fun though - I've been catching up on TV series on DVD and youtube to wind down in the evening. Let's see, what have I been watching?Scrubs Season 2 and 3Press GangFireflySo you think </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/115702366967173473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/115702366967173473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniche.blogspot.com/2006/08/whirlwind.html' title='Whirlwind'/><author><name>Vron</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441629.post-115435776038698795</id><published>2006-08-01T00:48:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T01:00:51.876+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Addicted</title><summary type='text'>Yeah, I'm still hopelessly addicted to youtube. Darn it!Anyway, it's clips like this that make me wish I'd become a full time musician. I love acoustic sets, they just get to me. And while I don't profess to be the greatest country music lover, I did grow up on it (dad was an uber-fan). And hey, Carrie won American Idol (season 4) and we all know how much I love me my Idol. Lastly, props to her </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/115435776038698795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/115435776038698795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniche.blogspot.com/2006/08/addicted.html' title='Addicted'/><author><name>Vron</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441629.post-115330725575759540</id><published>2006-07-19T20:59:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T21:07:35.813+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I've hardly been outside my room in days</title><summary type='text'>There's something about rain that makes me forget my umbrella, cold snaps that make me forget my coat and gloves, and sitting through training courses that make me forget it's 11am, not 11pm, and hence I shouldn't be yawning.Anyways, the training course I'm on today and tomorrow is actually a very welcome break from the 12 hour days I've been working. Plus, free food is always good (well, not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/115330725575759540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/115330725575759540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniche.blogspot.com/2006/07/ive-hardly-been-outside-my-room-in.html' title='I&apos;ve hardly been outside my room in days'/><author><name>Vron</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441629.post-115233004659544388</id><published>2006-07-08T13:36:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T13:40:46.596+10:00</updated><title type='text'>a night out</title><summary type='text'>When was the last time you had a night out with a group of friends in the city? Wandering around looking for food, being jostled by hordes of people but smiling anyway without a care in the world? Queuing up to get a good seat, seeing a concert, then spontaneously deciding to grab some ice cream late into the night?Maybe it's me... maybe I'm getting old... maybe I'm getting less and less social </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/115233004659544388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/115233004659544388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniche.blogspot.com/2006/07/night-out.html' title='a night out'/><author><name>Vron</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441629.post-115132231497555826</id><published>2006-06-26T21:42:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T21:48:29.136+10:00</updated><title type='text'>bundle of joy</title><summary type='text'>How adorable is Prince Christian of Denmark? For those who are:(a) male(b) living in a vacuum or(c) too old/young/disinterestedhe's the Crown Prince Frederick and Crown Princess Mary's 8 month old son. He's even raising an eyebrow. I think it's such a cheeky picture. Hee!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/115132231497555826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/115132231497555826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniche.blogspot.com/2006/06/bundle-of-joy.html' title='bundle of joy'/><author><name>Vron</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441629.post-115051957272070465</id><published>2006-06-17T14:36:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T14:49:57.310+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Endorphins</title><summary type='text'>I am sooooo unfit.Even though I've lived 1 min from the Cooks River Cycleway for 6 months (and for 13 years before that from 1984 - 1997), I've never ventured onto its well worn tracks. Well, in a fit of inspiration, I decided it was time to get my lazy body away from my computer / ministry / DVDs / books / work and all manner of other daily routines and into the crisp, fresh winter air on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/115051957272070465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/115051957272070465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniche.blogspot.com/2006/06/endorphins.html' title='Endorphins'/><author><name>Vron</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441629.post-114967769733021056</id><published>2006-06-07T20:35:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T20:55:42.703+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiz of the day</title><summary type='text'>Courtesy of Matt...1: Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 18, find line 4. Once I finished putting him together in my mind, he became astonishly vivid to me.2: Stretch your left arm out as far as you can. What do you touch first? A vase3: What is the last thing you watched on TV?Survivor Panama4: WITHOUT LOOKING, guess what the time is9pm5: Now look at the clock, what is the actual time?8:</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/114967769733021056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/114967769733021056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniche.blogspot.com/2006/06/quiz-of-day.html' title='Quiz of the day'/><author><name>Vron</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441629.post-114956006642366606</id><published>2006-06-06T10:37:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T12:14:26.530+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepy, Dopey, Happy</title><summary type='text'>No, not as in Snow White and the Seven Dwarves (which, incidently, was my favourite Disney story as a 4 year old, because I thought Snow White kinda looked like me (bobbed hair, rosy lips, pale skin) and was Asian, until I knew better).Got to sleep at 4:30am last night... but at least I got to expunge the build up of creative juices and design some artworks for our move to the church building </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/114956006642366606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/114956006642366606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniche.blogspot.com/2006/06/sleepy-dopey-happy.html' title='Sleepy, Dopey, Happy'/><author><name>Vron</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441629.post-114907822178478125</id><published>2006-05-31T22:12:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T10:56:39.893+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Living up to its name</title><summary type='text'>Yesiree. I'm warning you in advance that this post is going to be full of random nothingness. Proof positive of why the blog is called cyberspace junkyard.In all honesty though, I haven't seemed to have the time, inclination, or newsworthy life to post anything of substance so you'll just have to content yourselves with tidbits of banality.- Work is busy but good. Church is busy but good. Life </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/114907822178478125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/114907822178478125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniche.blogspot.com/2006/05/living-up-to-its-name.html' title='Living up to its name'/><author><name>Vron</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441629.post-114802444507720466</id><published>2006-05-19T17:31:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T17:40:45.086+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Have a good weekend!</title><summary type='text'>I am so glad it's Friday. This has been one looooong week. Mind you, not all bad, just long.On the plus side: it's the weekend, I celebrated a friend's birthday, bought some new glittens to replace the ones I lost in Melbourne last winter, had a haircut, no major disasters at work, went to a nice team managers' lunch today at The Malaya and won some free tix to see the Swannies play tomorrow </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/114802444507720466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/114802444507720466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniche.blogspot.com/2006/05/have-good-weekend.html' title='Have a good weekend!'/><author><name>Vron</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441629.post-114707948503949623</id><published>2006-05-08T18:58:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T19:11:25.116+10:00</updated><title type='text'>To sleep, perchance to dream...</title><summary type='text'>I wonder why some people have more trouble getting to sleep, over even staying asleep, than others? Why do some jolt awake at every foreign sound, texture or light? Why do some lie there for hours, counting sheep, performing relaxation exercises or picturing big white screens? Why do others "sleep like a log", anywhere, anytime?Me? I typify the category of falling asleep the second my head </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/114707948503949623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/114707948503949623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniche.blogspot.com/2006/05/to-sleep-perchance-to-dream.html' title='To sleep, perchance to dream...'/><author><name>Vron</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441629.post-114644299664884269</id><published>2006-05-01T10:20:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T10:24:19.136+10:00</updated><title type='text'>A pinch and a punch...</title><summary type='text'>... for the first day of the month.I'm excited that it's already May, but I'm a bit bummed cos we haven't really had a proper autumn yet. Y'know, those gorgeous afternoons with the sunlight filtering through the trees with their dappled palette of orange, brown and red leaves while your boots crunch underfoot. It's either been too hot (summer is stubborn this year) or getting wintry (need to buy </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/114644299664884269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/114644299664884269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniche.blogspot.com/2006/05/pinch-and-punch.html' title='A pinch and a punch...'/><author><name>Vron</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441629.post-114526392236855277</id><published>2006-04-17T18:49:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T18:52:02.370+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The wheel of time turns slowly onwards</title><summary type='text'>I just realised today that I've been a card-carrying member of the blogging community for four years now. I read through my first couple of months of posts tonight - realising with equal parts nostalgia and cynicism that I used to be much more philosophical, idealistic and, in a way, vulnerable.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/114526392236855277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/114526392236855277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniche.blogspot.com/2006/04/wheel-of-time-turns-slowly-onwards.html' title='The wheel of time turns slowly onwards'/><author><name>Vron</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441629.post-114523704515444452</id><published>2006-04-17T11:20:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T18:21:22.303+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiiiired...</title><summary type='text'>Easter services are OVER. It was a pretty amazing weekend. The sermons were awesome, the creative stuff all came off smoothly and everyone worked soooo hard and served so joyfully. I'm relieved my life will now regain some semblance of normalcy.On the down side - my body, which held out so well in the last 2 months out of sheer will power (despite new job / new church / crazy busy rehearsal </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/114523704515444452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/114523704515444452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniche.blogspot.com/2006/04/tiiiired.html' title='Tiiiired...'/><author><name>Vron</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441629.post-114474264030908625</id><published>2006-04-11T17:59:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T18:04:00.966+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Old age</title><summary type='text'>Am I too old to enjoy myself with a hoarde of screaming teenyboppers? I guess I'll find out tomorrow!The latest in my ever increasingly busy life - loving my new job, I have a pretty great team to look after. Also, just minutes ago had a conversation with one of my team members about Christianity - just in time for Easter as well. He initiated the conversation by asking if I went to church often </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/114474264030908625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/114474264030908625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniche.blogspot.com/2006/04/old-age.html' title='Old age'/><author><name>Vron</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441629.post-114427976102606592</id><published>2006-04-06T09:22:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T09:29:21.043+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Au Revoir, Mr Trippet</title><summary type='text'>Just found out this morning that an old family friend of ours passed away. Mr Trippet was the sweetest man, a devoted Christian, loved by his children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren, as well as his many friends.I remember he helped me out for one of my high school assignments where I had to put together a media presentation on the war. I ended up interviewing him and publishing an article</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/114427976102606592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/114427976102606592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniche.blogspot.com/2006/04/au-revoir-mr-trippet.html' title='Au Revoir, Mr Trippet'/><author><name>Vron</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441629.post-114368499818048358</id><published>2006-03-30T13:10:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T13:17:52.486+11:00</updated><title type='text'>De ja vu</title><summary type='text'>It's Day 2 of my new job. Everyone is very friendly, I like my manager and the team I look after, I've found an Oporto's just round the corner and I'm looking forward to getting my fitness club membership finalised so I can go to Pilates at lunchtimes!First impressions? This place LOVES its acronymns.Second impressions? I think I'll like it here.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/114368499818048358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/114368499818048358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniche.blogspot.com/2006/03/de-ja-vu.html' title='De ja vu'/><author><name>Vron</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441629.post-114291080118980964</id><published>2006-03-21T14:06:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T08:46:06.060+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Motto for the year</title><summary type='text'>Just get it done.That's my motto for the year, I think!Things I can tick off this week:Finishing the Great Satay Drive flierMaking a farewell present for BettyOrganising a surprise farewell party for BettyGo to the dentistFinalising the teams for Easter 06Thinking up an announcement for Easter 06Return some books to a work collegaueHandover my job!Things that are next on my list for this week:</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/114291080118980964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/114291080118980964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniche.blogspot.com/2006/03/motto-for-year.html' title='Motto for the year'/><author><name>Vron</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441629.post-114225048370425742</id><published>2006-03-13T22:33:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T09:04:48.490+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories, like the corner of my mind</title><summary type='text'>As an aside, why are memories like the corner of our minds?I was thinking today about emotional residue. You know how people associate smells with certain memories? Well, recurring emotions can remind us of a previous experience and that can detrimentally affect our current situation. Do emotional memories shape us or scar us?I was chatting with a friend last week, when they said something that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/114225048370425742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/114225048370425742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniche.blogspot.com/2006/03/memories-like-corner-of-my-mind.html' title='Memories, like the corner of my mind'/><author><name>Vron</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441629.post-114220881163753982</id><published>2006-03-13T11:10:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T11:13:31.650+11:00</updated><title type='text'>When it rains, it pours</title><summary type='text'>Capote... excellentPhotography... growing on meWork... 2 weeks and countingChurch... the snowball effectThai food... getting used to itSocial life... ridiculously busy, but loving it (I'm in an "E" frame of mind this year)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/114220881163753982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/114220881163753982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniche.blogspot.com/2006/03/when-it-rains-it-pours.html' title='When it rains, it pours'/><author><name>Vron</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441629.post-114136981984014602</id><published>2006-03-03T18:07:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T00:04:46.530+11:00</updated><title type='text'>RENT: Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes</title><summary type='text'>Favourite song of the musical. Favourite song of the movie.And the rest of the movie? Hmmm... there was the good and there was the bad... the character arcs and plot movement work better as a show I think, there just wasn't enough subtlety and continuity to make a cohesive film, but a good tribute to the stage phenomenon with a ton of the original, and very talented, Broadway actors. I didn't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/114136981984014602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/114136981984014602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniche.blogspot.com/2006/03/rent-five-hundred-twenty-five-thousand.html' title='RENT: Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes'/><author><name>Vron</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441629.post-114102456532874821</id><published>2006-02-27T18:10:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T18:16:05.340+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Then and now</title><summary type='text'>Do you feel more at peace before or after a decision?When something is looming in your life, do you stress out more in the process of making a decision, flip backwards and forwards between two or more options, weigh out all the pros and cons and still wonder if you should just go with your gut feel, ask a few trusted friends but then disregard all their advice until finally, finally, you squint </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/114102456532874821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/114102456532874821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniche.blogspot.com/2006/02/then-and-now.html' title='Then and now'/><author><name>Vron</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441629.post-113979012051797524</id><published>2006-02-13T11:16:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T11:42:51.946+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Kwanderful Michelle</title><summary type='text'>sighOvernight, my favourite figure skater of all time, Michelle Kwan, announced her withdrawal from the Torino Winter Olympics. I'm in a bit of shock and very sad for her. I don't want to write a long post about it, faithful readers and friends know how much I respect and admire Michelle. It's all over the news, reporters around the world have all had a go just do the google search, but these </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/113979012051797524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/113979012051797524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniche.blogspot.com/2006/02/kwanderful-michelle.html' title='Kwanderful Michelle'/><author><name>Vron</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441629.post-113954052282767324</id><published>2006-02-10T13:55:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T14:03:02.016+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Solitaire Streak!</title><summary type='text'>Slightly incoherent post coming up, targetting a mere 0.005% of the population. If you've done the same thing as me, you know what I'm talking about. If you don't... better give up now.I play Solitaire on my xda when I'm bored. Usually on public transport, or sometimes during commercial breaks on TV. That sort of thing. I have it on "Vegas" mode, with a 3 card deal, because I find it more </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/113954052282767324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/113954052282767324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniche.blogspot.com/2006/02/solitaire-streak.html' title='Solitaire Streak!'/><author><name>Vron</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441629.post-113868447800736246</id><published>2006-01-31T16:02:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T17:56:44.736+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been tagged...</title><summary type='text'>... thanks to Kaz.Four jobs you've had in your life:1) Music Teacher2) Florist3) Business Analyst4) Project ManagerFour movies you could watch over and over again (not to be confused with favourite movies):1) Ever After2) Much Ado About Nothing3) Singing in the Rain4) Sense and SensibilityFour TV shows you love(d) to watch (among many others):1) House2) Las Vegas3) Felicity4) The Bold and the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/113868447800736246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/113868447800736246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniche.blogspot.com/2006/01/ive-been-tagged.html' title='I&apos;ve been tagged...'/><author><name>Vron</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441629.post-113853656394944037</id><published>2006-01-29T22:58:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T23:09:23.976+11:00</updated><title type='text'>2c for the tennis</title><summary type='text'>Y'know, I could waffle on for a while about the Australian Open 2006, but I won't. Suffice to say that I am ecstatic that my favourite tennis player, Martina Hingis, won the mixed doubles (not to mention reached the singles quarter finals) with such joy and excitement. You go girl! Also, seeing the unflappable, solid, supremely talented Roger Federer break down with emotion after receiving the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/113853656394944037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/113853656394944037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniche.blogspot.com/2006/01/2c-for-tennis.html' title='2c for the tennis'/><author><name>Vron</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441629.post-113799366315899238</id><published>2006-01-23T16:04:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T16:36:10.906+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Ocean Road Trip Jan 9 - Jan 15, 2006</title><summary type='text'>Exploring on foot and on wheels...Otway, Trees, and all things lovely and green...The famous Rocks themselves...And more...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/113799366315899238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/113799366315899238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniche.blogspot.com/2006/01/great-ocean-road-trip-jan-9-jan-15.html' title='Great Ocean Road Trip Jan 9 - Jan 15, 2006'/><author><name>Vron</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441629.post-113798498922908795</id><published>2006-01-23T13:45:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T13:56:49.430+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Take it higher now...</title><summary type='text'>As part of my 2006 unintentional journey of self-discovery, it has been made known to me that I have a bit of a thing for ragged voiced, high range male singers with well-placed falsetto. Who woulda thunk? (well, apart from everyone else who actually knew before I realised it myself)Don't believe me? Here's a list of some of my favourite artists:ColdplayMaroon 5LemarEnd of FashionJames </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/113798498922908795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/113798498922908795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniche.blogspot.com/2006/01/take-it-higher-now.html' title='Take it higher now...'/><author><name>Vron</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441629.post-113748585122493363</id><published>2006-01-17T19:08:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T19:17:31.226+11:00</updated><title type='text'>INTJ</title><summary type='text'>The first few weeks of this year and reading Kaz's blog have made me reflect a little on my personality and how I relate to people. I discovered I was an INTJ about 8 years ago, and it hasn't changed since then. Here's a short description:Life as an INTJ         (Introvert, Intuitive, Thinker, Judger)        People of this type tend to be: autonomous, aloof, and intellectual; imaginative, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/113748585122493363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/113748585122493363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniche.blogspot.com/2006/01/intj.html' title='INTJ'/><author><name>Vron</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441629.post-113748501980797622</id><published>2006-01-17T19:00:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T19:03:39.816+11:00</updated><title type='text'>A funny thing happened on the way to the airport</title><summary type='text'>As of Jan 19th (Thursday) I will have officially spent more days in 2006 out of Sydney than I have in Sydney. A rather interesting little piece of trivia.2005 was a pretty stable year for me, but if the first few weeks of 2006 are anything to go by, this year is going to be very topsy turvy... which, on reflection, is sort of what I was hoping for. God sometimes answers prayer in very weird ways!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/113748501980797622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/113748501980797622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniche.blogspot.com/2006/01/funny-thing-happened-on-way-to-airport.html' title='A funny thing happened on the way to the airport'/><author><name>Vron</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441629.post-113582093281961519</id><published>2005-12-29T12:40:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T12:50:03.783+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Look &amp; Feel</title><summary type='text'>I just downloaded the latest Firefox upgrade, and was near distraught to discover my favourite theme ('Brushed' by Elvo) hadn't been updated to work with 1.5Though I eventually soothed my frayed nerves by searching for it on the author's own webpage, I still managed to spend a few minutes surfing through the Mozilla library of themes in search of something else I'd like. Funny how you always </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/113582093281961519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/113582093281961519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniche.blogspot.com/2005/12/look-feel.html' title='Look &amp; Feel'/><author><name>Vron</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441629.post-113581640068144062</id><published>2005-12-29T11:19:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T11:33:51.896+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Woodwork</title><summary type='text'>I was ruminating (love that word!) the other day and thinking that we can be like big hunks of timber, waiting to be shaped and etched and refined by life's experiences and relationships into our very own sculpture.Ever wonder if sometimes too much has been shaved off? A particular angle got a little pointy or an edge is now just a bit too sharp? An intricate piece of work happening on one </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/113581640068144062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/113581640068144062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniche.blogspot.com/2005/12/woodwork.html' title='Woodwork'/><author><name>Vron</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441629.post-113520879574398581</id><published>2005-12-22T10:32:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T10:48:30.680+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Reality TV Overdose</title><summary type='text'>Non-ratings season in the world of Aussie TV is like discount $2 shops. Tons of crap to wade through to find a few gems.I thought we'd had our fill of reality TV during ratings season: Survivor, Australian Idol, X Factor, My Restaurant Rules, Dancing with the Stars, Big Brother, The Biggest Loser, Skating on Thin Ice, Celebrity Overhaul, The Amazing Race, The Apprentice, Celebrity Circus, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/113520879574398581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/113520879574398581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniche.blogspot.com/2005/12/reality-tv-overdose.html' title='Reality TV Overdose'/><author><name>Vron</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441629.post-113464778155096485</id><published>2005-12-15T22:53:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T22:59:46.716+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Oaks on Collins</title><summary type='text'>Oh my.The trip? Meh. Client meetings? Typical. Perth? Ho-hum. Melbourne? Been there, done that.But I have a new favourite inanimate object (if you can call a hotel that).Sleek. Contemporary. Gorgeous. No fuss. swooooonPS. Ego Boost method #512: get chatted up on the plane by a perfect stranger in the seat next to you!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/113464778155096485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/113464778155096485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniche.blogspot.com/2005/12/oaks-on-collins.html' title='Oaks on Collins'/><author><name>Vron</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441629.post-113411134432817021</id><published>2005-12-09T17:48:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T22:56:46.356+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Out with a bang!</title><summary type='text'>2005 is definitely going to end with a bang. I have a crazy few weeks coming up! Love it!Dec 9  - Work Christmas PartyDec 10 - teaching singingDec 11 - churchDec 12 - Fly to Perth, work meetings in PerthDec 13 - Meetings in Perth, fly to MelbourneDec 14 - Meetings in Melbourne, fly homeDec 17 - teaching singing, ice skating, double booked at night (Christmas carols)Dec 18 - churchDec 19 - packDec</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/113411134432817021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/113411134432817021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniche.blogspot.com/2005/12/out-with-bang.html' title='Out with a bang!'/><author><name>Vron</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441629.post-113374610254072443</id><published>2005-12-05T12:24:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T12:29:00.536+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday To Me</title><summary type='text'>Sometime yesterday afternoonBro: Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday to you. You smell like a donkey...Me: Monkey, Jono, monkey... not donkey!Bro: Does it matter?Me: YesBro: You smell like a monkey, and you look like one tooSomehow I don't really think I won, huh?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/113374610254072443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/113374610254072443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniche.blogspot.com/2005/12/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday To Me'/><author><name>Vron</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441629.post-113316091495728206</id><published>2005-11-30T10:51:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T23:27:26.430+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready for love</title><summary type='text'>I am rather excited by the new India.Arie album being released next week. To celebrate this momentous occasion in the life of Vron, here's a trip down sentimental lane - lyrics from one of my favourite songs of hers. Enjoy!Ready for loveI am ready for loveWhy are you hiding from meI'd quickly give my freedomTo be held in your captivityI am ready for loveAll of the joy and the painAnd all the time</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/113316091495728206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/113316091495728206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniche.blogspot.com/2005/11/ready-for-love.html' title='Ready for love'/><author><name>Vron</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441629.post-113301097841205723</id><published>2005-11-27T00:05:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T00:16:18.426+11:00</updated><title type='text'>End of an era</title><summary type='text'>The door closes softly, gentlyFinality echoes through the silenceThe end of a nightThe end of an eraWhere laughter once reignedNow memoriesWhere ideas sprang to lifeNow distanceThe bond between us never diesShimmering across time and spaceThe start of chapterThe start of a new dayWell, it's over. My final official duty as Creative Arts Director at my church ended as the last of my leaders rose </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/113301097841205723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/113301097841205723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniche.blogspot.com/2005/11/end-of-era.html' title='End of an era'/><author><name>Vron</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441629.post-113262911288393564</id><published>2005-11-22T14:09:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T14:12:55.316+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Get to know yourself better...</title><summary type='text'>Thanks to yet another online quizYour view on yourself:You are down-to-earth and people like you because you are so straightforward. You are an efficient problem solver because you will listen to both sides of an argument before making a decision that usually appeals to both parties.The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:You are not looking merely for a girl/boyfriend - you are </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/113262911288393564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/113262911288393564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniche.blogspot.com/2005/11/get-to-know-yourself-better.html' title='Get to know yourself better...'/><author><name>Vron</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441629.post-113254430398339523</id><published>2005-11-21T14:09:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T15:05:09.046+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Small world</title><summary type='text'>We have two new people starting at my work today. Cue the whooping, welcome lunches and general excitement. We are a relatively small company, after all. Did I mention how much nicer Malay laksa is than Thai laksa? I was reminded of that today at one of the welcome lunches. Too bad Neutral Bay is overrun with Thai restaurants and not a single Malay place! But I digress.Given the size of the human</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/113254430398339523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/113254430398339523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniche.blogspot.com/2005/11/small-world.html' title='Small world'/><author><name>Vron</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441629.post-113218899999130887</id><published>2005-11-17T11:47:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T12:00:22.723+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow</title><summary type='text'>Well, not gone... just restyled.Is it wrong to get so excited about a haircut? After all, it's just hair. It must be the years and years of conditioning by my mum and grandmother (when she was still alive) about how important hair was, crowning glory, first thing people notice, yada yada yada. Unfortunately, I suffer from the "can't-be-bothered"s 90% of the time!To cut a long story short, after a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/113218899999130887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/113218899999130887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniche.blogspot.com/2005/11/hair-today-gone-tomorrow.html' title='Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow'/><author><name>Vron</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441629.post-113201973514931441</id><published>2005-11-15T12:45:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T12:55:35.193+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Recent Guilty Pleasures</title><summary type='text'>1. Green olives stuffed with anchovies. Mmmmm...2. Spending time with my family expressing our mutual outrage at the decline of Australian Idol3. Alfafa. Don't ask.4. Reading or watching Trashy TV, namely: Grey's Anatomy, Australian Princess5. Romance e-books</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/113201973514931441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/113201973514931441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniche.blogspot.com/2005/11/recent-guilty-pleasures.html' title='Recent Guilty Pleasures'/><author><name>Vron</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441629.post-113158582118445767</id><published>2005-11-10T12:14:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T12:23:41.196+11:00</updated><title type='text'>My tiara, if you please</title><summary type='text'>I've been getting a perverse sense of glee when watching episodes of the latest Reality TV show to hit our airwaves. Yes, our very own Australian Princess. What joy, what rapture.Actually, it's been a very amusing and guiltily addictive way to spend an hour (especially when you're away at a conference!) I had to stop and think... these girls get constant advice on hair, make-up, clothing, history</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/113158582118445767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/113158582118445767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniche.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-tiara-if-you-please.html' title='My tiara, if you please'/><author><name>Vron</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441629.post-113132250677643595</id><published>2005-11-07T11:09:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T11:25:23.916+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Trek down south</title><summary type='text'>For the 3rd time in a month, Melbourne will once more be graced with my presence, this time for 4 day stay. The bonus? Free internet (we're sponsoring the Internet Cafe at an industry conference). The downside? All the work that I just know will be piling up for me when I get back to the Sydney office next week. Joy.On a reflective note, I was wondering this morning - when did I transition from </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/113132250677643595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/113132250677643595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniche.blogspot.com/2005/11/trek-down-south.html' title='Trek down south'/><author><name>Vron</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441629.post-113092558518739729</id><published>2005-11-02T20:50:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T21:03:00.290+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Movies in a Minute</title><summary type='text'>In the last 2 weeks, I've discovered...Pride &amp; Prejudice:- was better than expected- pleasantly surprised me with the casting (great chemistry all round, age-appropriate sisters, and overall flow (the cuts and omissions worked, IMHO)- disappointed me with some of the dialogue- made me laugh out loud several times (a good thing!)Serenity:- was right up my alley- pleasantly surprised me with the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/113092558518739729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/113092558518739729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniche.blogspot.com/2005/11/movies-in-minute.html' title='Movies in a Minute'/><author><name>Vron</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441629.post-113015083219594029</id><published>2005-10-24T20:35:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T20:47:15.313+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Lukewarm Idol</title><summary type='text'>It was sad to see Anne go tonight - I even shed a tear. Of course, I didn't like her enough to actually pick up the phone and vote, but at least she didn't repulse or bore me as much as the other contestants.So, we have 5 left. If we believe the hype, these are the 5 best singers left in Australia. Should I be worried yet? My weakly formed opinion is:EmilyMost Improved. Recent weeks have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/113015083219594029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/113015083219594029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniche.blogspot.com/2005/10/lukewarm-idol.html' title='Lukewarm Idol'/><author><name>Vron</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441629.post-112986837890961115</id><published>2005-10-21T14:10:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T14:19:38.916+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Bernadette Wittenberg</title><summary type='text'>Oh golly. I'm glad I was sitting down when I read this one.Bernadette Peters is my all time favourite Broadway performer. I don't think she has the purest technique or beautiful voice, but she always puts such emotion into her singing and invests herselves in the lyrics. Something I admire a lot.I was casually checking her bio on ibdb.com, when I read thisWife of Michael Wittenberg (1996 - 2005) </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/112986837890961115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/112986837890961115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniche.blogspot.com/2005/10/bernadette-wittenberg.html' title='Bernadette Wittenberg'/><author><name>Vron</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441629.post-112886474374706714</id><published>2005-10-09T23:27:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T23:32:23.753+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Aus Idol 3 Formal Complaint</title><summary type='text'>Why is Australian Idol 3 so bland this year? WwwaaaaahhhIt's taken me weeks to warm to any of this year's contestants and a few "favourites" (and I do use the term loosely) are only just now emerging. I like Lee cos he's funny and a natural on stage (though he doesn't have the best voice in the world). I like Anne cos she's competent and smooth-toned (though she always looks like she's about to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/112886474374706714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/112886474374706714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniche.blogspot.com/2005/10/aus-idol-3-formal-complaint.html' title='Aus Idol 3 Formal Complaint'/><author><name>Vron</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441629.post-112866976318132989</id><published>2005-10-07T17:18:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T17:22:43.696+10:00</updated><title type='text'>How do you solve a problem like....</title><summary type='text'>She climbs a treeAnd scrapes her kneeHer dress has got a tearShe waltzes on her way to massAnd whistles on the stairI am so glad it's the weekend. Home to peace and quiet, my cuddly doona and sleep!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/112866976318132989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/112866976318132989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniche.blogspot.com/2005/10/how-do-you-solve-problem-like.html' title='How do you solve a problem like....'/><author><name>Vron</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441629.post-112779391856328907</id><published>2005-09-27T14:01:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T14:05:18.570+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Vale Don Adams</title><summary type='text'>Get Smart was an icon of my childhood. While it's so sad to hear about Agent 86 himself, Don Adams, passing away, I had a good chuckle reading through viewer's favourite memories of the show.We'll miss you by that much.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/112779391856328907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/112779391856328907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniche.blogspot.com/2005/09/vale-don-adams.html' title='Vale Don Adams'/><author><name>Vron</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441629.post-112710387309873432</id><published>2005-09-19T14:13:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T19:17:24.463+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Fix you</title><summary type='text'>Coldplay's  Fix You has taken over from Missy Higgins' "The Special Two" as my song of the moment. I love love love it musically, especially the 2nd half rock anthemy bit. Bliss.When you try your best but you don't succeed When you get what you want but not what you need When you feel so tired but you can't sleep Stuck in reverseAnd the tears come streaming down your face When you lose something </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/112710387309873432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/112710387309873432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniche.blogspot.com/2005/09/fix-you.html' title='Fix you'/><author><name>Vron</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441629.post-112687375176916627</id><published>2005-09-16T22:26:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T22:29:11.776+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Go the Swannies!!!</title><summary type='text'>Nothing says bonding like my whole family gathered around the TV screaming at the top of our lungs cos the Swans have kicked the last 8 goals in their preliminary AFL final to hit a practically unassailable lead. There's still 8 minutes to go, but we're sooooo headed for the grand final!!!!!It's times like these I love my family for being deliriously ridiculous sports fans.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/112687375176916627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/112687375176916627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniche.blogspot.com/2005/09/go-swannies.html' title='Go the Swannies!!!'/><author><name>Vron</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441629.post-112641707244684195</id><published>2005-09-11T15:34:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T15:37:52.450+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Land of the Long White Cloud</title><summary type='text'>After my 2 day business trip, my memories of Wellington (NZ) are...SmallLaidbackHillyWindyQuaintExhausting! (though that could be attributed to the time difference and 15 hour work days)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/112641707244684195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/112641707244684195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniche.blogspot.com/2005/09/land-of-long-white-cloud.html' title='Land of the Long White Cloud'/><author><name>Vron</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441629.post-112547685515773924</id><published>2005-08-31T18:37:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T18:37:46.296+10:00</updated><title type='text'>A week in the life...</title><summary type='text'>Time is whizzing by at the moment. It's September tomorrow. Golly. Let's see, what's happened this week in the life of V?WorkAfter a series of inebriated farewells (or rather, watching amusedly as other people enjoyed inebriated farewells), my boss worked his last day today at my company. It brought back memories of a previous job (2 years ago) when due to rationalisation, each week saw another </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/112547685515773924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/112547685515773924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniche.blogspot.com/2005/08/week-in-life.html' title='A week in the life...'/><author><name>Vron</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441629.post-112487416938590508</id><published>2005-08-24T19:00:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T19:03:01.086+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Multi-tasker not, am I</title><summary type='text'>Realised recently, did I. Multi-tasker am I not born to be. Focussed intently on one thing at a time I am. Bad omen for busy work schedule it is.Write like Yoda why, know not I.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/112487416938590508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/112487416938590508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniche.blogspot.com/2005/08/multi-tasker-not-am-i.html' title='Multi-tasker not, am I'/><author><name>Vron</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441629.post-112389428159101518</id><published>2005-08-13T10:49:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T13:22:37.590+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Pride &amp; Prejudice</title><summary type='text'>If you don't like spoilers, behind-the-scenes info on casting, locations, production etc, then don't click on  this link. Or this one.Me? I have no such hang-ups. Spoil away.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/112389428159101518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/112389428159101518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniche.blogspot.com/2005/08/pride-prejudice.html' title='Pride &amp; Prejudice'/><author><name>Vron</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441629.post-112373260637884113</id><published>2005-08-11T13:49:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T13:56:46.386+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The Blue Room</title><summary type='text'>Greetings from Melbourne Airport! I'm sitting in Virgin Blue's airport lounge, typing merrily away on my laptop which is connected via a wireless network to my work IP. Fun!My return flight's been delayed by almost an hour, and I can actually blame it on my flight from Sydney to Melbourne this morning. Nothing to do with me, of course. Honest! Actually, our captain was MIA this morning and all </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/112373260637884113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/112373260637884113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniche.blogspot.com/2005/08/blue-room.html' title='The Blue Room'/><author><name>Vron</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441629.post-112321301252258747</id><published>2005-08-05T13:32:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T13:36:52.530+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Visual Anticipation</title><summary type='text'>Movies I want to see:Charlie and the Chocolate Factory (September 1)Little Fish (September 8)Pride and Prejudice (October 20)Chronicles Of Narnia - The Lion The Witch And The Wardrobe (December 26)Rent (Oz release date unknown)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/112321301252258747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/112321301252258747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniche.blogspot.com/2005/08/visual-anticipation.html' title='Visual Anticipation'/><author><name>Vron</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441629.post-112320677012146014</id><published>2005-08-05T11:27:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T11:52:50.130+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress</title><summary type='text'>Have you ever been under so much stress that you've broken out in spots?It's very strange, I definitely don't feel stressy (though I am under considerable pressure at the moment) so I can't explain the sudden rush of acne. Grrr!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/112320677012146014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/112320677012146014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniche.blogspot.com/2005/08/stress.html' title='Stress'/><author><name>Vron</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441629.post-112234407821132988</id><published>2005-07-26T12:14:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T12:14:38.220+10:00</updated><title type='text'>URTI</title><summary type='text'>Can I just say I HATE being sick?Thank you for your time.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/112234407821132988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/112234407821132988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniche.blogspot.com/2005/07/urti.html' title='URTI'/><author><name>Vron</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441629.post-112150848883300307</id><published>2005-07-15T23:59:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T20:08:08.840+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Sneak Peek</title><summary type='text'>This has got to be one of the best trailers I've ever seen. I can't wait!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/112150848883300307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/112150848883300307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniche.blogspot.com/2005/07/sneak-peek.html' title='Sneak Peek'/><author><name>Vron</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441629.post-112141198704443726</id><published>2005-07-15T17:08:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T17:20:26.553+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Michelle Kwan, here I come</title><summary type='text'>Err... well, maybe not!I just need to say that I can't believe it has taken me so long to take the plunge and learn how to glide around on a rock-hard, icy surface on nothing but a pair of thin metal blades.I have been an official figure skater since Monday night, and I am loving it. Yes, I am scared silly everytime I step on the ice, but after an hour or so of just trying to stay upright, I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/112141198704443726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/112141198704443726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniche.blogspot.com/2005/07/michelle-kwan-here-i-come.html' title='Michelle Kwan, here I come'/><author><name>Vron</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441629.post-112099969616070102</id><published>2005-07-10T22:47:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T22:59:55.350+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Batman Begins</title><summary type='text'>Awesome.I loved: Christian Bale's anchoring characterisation of Bruce/Batman; Batman's humanity; the weapons mode in the Bat-mobile; Gary Oldman as a good guy; Liam Neeson as a bad guy; Batman's deadpan one-liners ("Nice coat"); the non hi-tech batcave; the former-government-experiments turned gadgets; Michael Caine bringing a small glimpse of sunshine and levity; the secret entrance to the bat </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/112099969616070102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/112099969616070102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniche.blogspot.com/2005/07/batman-begins.html' title='Batman Begins'/><author><name>Vron</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441629.post-111994930620055674</id><published>2005-06-28T18:53:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T19:03:01.183+10:00</updated><title type='text'>To car, or not to car</title><summary type='text'>I was thinking the other day - is a car really essential? We live in a day and age where driving 30 or more minutes to get to work, dinner, church or anywhere else is no biggie. We hop in the car just to run down to the store to pick up some milk. We'd rather sit and be frustrated by peak hour traffic than stand and be frustrated by public transport.I've been living without my car for a few days </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/111994930620055674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/111994930620055674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniche.blogspot.com/2005/06/to-car-or-not-to-car.html' title='To car, or not to car'/><author><name>Vron</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441629.post-111892229179215940</id><published>2005-06-16T21:40:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T21:45:52.116+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby did a bad bad thing</title><summary type='text'>Well, not really.I just (finally) redeemed some of the rewards points I've been accumulating for the past couple of years (since I lost them all in the Ansett collapse). Who redeems those things anyway? Is there a strategy? Are you supposed to wait until you've spent thousands of dollars in order to redeem something worth a couple of hundred? That logic never fails to fall over in a heap and yet </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/111892229179215940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/111892229179215940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniche.blogspot.com/2005/06/baby-did-bad-bad-thing.html' title='Baby did a bad bad thing'/><author><name>Vron</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441629.post-111889918692883022</id><published>2005-06-16T15:18:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T15:25:41.826+10:00</updated><title type='text'>State of Origin</title><summary type='text'>I love Origin footie, NSW kicking butt, packed stadiums, kicking to keep play alive, converted tries, inside passes and unassuming heroes. Go Joey Johns.Relive it. Love it. Rejoice.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/111889918692883022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/111889918692883022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniche.blogspot.com/2005/06/state-of-origin.html' title='State of Origin'/><author><name>Vron</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441629.post-111776664940403392</id><published>2005-06-03T12:39:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T12:45:27.823+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby no more</title><summary type='text'>My brother has officially:1. turned the big ONE EIGHT.2. got his P's3. borrowed my car for the day, forcing his big sister to catch public transport when I've got mountains of stuff to take home, including my laptop, because I'm flying to Melbourne on Sunday night.Heh!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/111776664940403392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/111776664940403392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniche.blogspot.com/2005/06/baby-no-more.html' title='Baby no more'/><author><name>Vron</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441629.post-111724232441537474</id><published>2005-05-28T11:04:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T11:09:09.100+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a gif... apparently</title><summary type='text'>I found this too funny.Which File Extension are You?With thanks to Kaz and Nate for the quiz.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/111724232441537474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/111724232441537474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniche.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-am-gif-apparently.html' title='I am a gif... apparently'/><author><name>Vron</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441629.post-111692522884395574</id><published>2005-05-24T18:54:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T19:00:28.850+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Certain Uncertainty</title><summary type='text'>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</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/111692522884395574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/111692522884395574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniche.blogspot.com/2005/05/certain-uncertainty.html' title='Certain Uncertainty'/><author><name>Vron</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441629.post-111640432078201874</id><published>2005-05-18T18:11:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T18:39:53.920+10:00</updated><title type='text'>My hat it has three corners</title><summary type='text'>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.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/111640432078201874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/111640432078201874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniche.blogspot.com/2005/05/my-hat-it-has-three-corners.html' title='My hat it has three corners'/><author><name>Vron</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441629.post-111615493631590574</id><published>2005-05-15T20:53:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T21:02:16.346+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Bundle of Nerves</title><summary type='text'>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 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/111615493631590574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441629/posts/default/111615493631590574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaniche.blogspot.com/2005/05/bundle-of-nerves.html' title='Bundle of Nerves'/><author><name>Vron</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></entry></feed>
