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- Spend a week up a mountain learning to ski
- Visit Karoline's place in Moravia
Hold a conversation in Czech (only)- Drink 500ml of each of the following beers:
PilsnerStaroprammen- Budvar
- Velke Popovice
- U Fleku
GambrinusKrusovice
Respond to at least one GOARN request (WHO and MSF are
also acceptable)Travel across the AtlanticReturn to South America- Read a book to, or with, an impressionably aged child
- Participate in one NanoWriMo Challenge and come within at least 10,000 words of the goal length
Have my nose pierced- Have my next tattoo drawn
Purchase the perfect jeans (x 2 pairs)- Attend a spin class 3 times a week for 8 consecutive weeks
- Bake Viv's cheesecake
Make David's casserole Make David's Chicken Cashew-nut StirfryInvite 4 people who don't know one another too well to dinner- Ride from Vienna to Venice on a motorbike (pillion acceptable, those less desirable)
- Attend a book group for at least two books
- Go on a choir weekend (learn and perform difficult piece in two/three days)
- Visit Madame Tussaud's (in London)
- Take an architecture appreciation course
Join an all-girl group and sing a soloPublish in a scientific journal (top two authors)Cook a duck or other 'waterfowl'. Locate the Al-Timimi's from Doha Veterinary PractiseHave a pedicureMaintain a Brazilian (ouch) for three months.Find a trustworthy Czech hairdresser- Treat my inner-6-year-old twice a week (at least)
- Do the liver-cleansing diet properly (12 weeks)
- Don't eat out for one month
Find a flat and flatmate- Purchase one Joseph sweater
- Purchase one of the following pairs of
designer shoes (they MUST also be COMFORTABLE, and be able to be worn with 4
different outfits and 2 types of occasion): Jimmy Choos, Manolo Blahniks,
Christian Louboutin (Ebay or 2nd hand are acceptable)
- Send 5 books to the booksphere and track them.
- Go hanggliding
- Read 10 'classic' books (from 1001 Books to Read before you Die)
Moll FlandersEverything is illuminatedMadam BovaryZen & the Art of Motorcycle MaintainanceCatch-22OdysseusOn the Road
- Run (non-stop!) for 5kms outside (preferably in a street race thingy)
- Send Christmas Cards on time
Make a collage/mural out of street lights on my wallBuy a bed, build it, and sleep soundly in itGo to AfricaHost an 'event' (classified as and when)Organise a 30th Birthday PartyWear a costume- Sing on stage
- Buy a painting that evokes memories of Prague (cannot involve queues!)
Learn a god-damned card game that stays in my memory (other than fish/snap)See sunrise. Be sober. Have woken for it. Excludes months Nov-Mar- Take a walk and flip coins at each intersection
Win something- Draft a will
- Take a roadtrip
Go to Italy already- Sea Kayak around Abel Tasman Park (NZ)
Get plantsTake a train to another Eastern European Destination (accession countries are acceptable) alone preferably.- Get UK to give me a provisional motorcyclists license and simultaneously get a 'card' license.
- Go SCUBA diving again - at least two dives lasting 30mins each.
Go to a dentist. *sigh*- Do a Czech Wine Trail. And live to tell the tale
- Make an 'outbreak emergency kit'.
- Go to bed prior to 11pm every night (inc weekends) for four consecutive weeks.
- Marvel over lack of tiredness
- Dine at a Gordon Ramsey restaurant (or Nobu)- preferably for free.
Bet on the nags- Do something for charity (applying and getting a 'red card' will count)
- Walk along the Champs Elysee
- Do 100 sit ups in a row
- Do 50 pressups (arms in tight)
- Make branston pickle (or nearest substitute)
- Cook something 'new' and 'adventurous' at least once a month
Find a mentorBe a mentorLearn what mentoring is all aboutMeet an online person in real lifeResist the flirt. Once. Just one night. It's okay if people don't immediately succumb to my natural charm. Really it is.Spend time at a spa (spa towns in the CR don't count)- Send a care package to someone
Get a Tata Bojs CD- Take a French/German/Dutch course and SPEAK THE DAMNED LANGUAGE WHEN I HAVE THE OPPORTUNITY EVEN THOUGH IT MAKES ME SOUND
LIKE AN IDIOT!
- Order new contact lenses.
Make a list of things I take with me when I pack for different occasions- Eat lobster. Prepared by someone else.
Back up the blogPut everything onto an external hard drive- Find a DDR mat and console and 'dance, I say dance!'�
- Go to the beach and lie on the warm sand. For an hour. (with sunscreen on, natch)
- Take and complete a course in either: Tango, Salsa or Flamenco
- Join the Municipal Library of Prague
- Move to another country
Go to a live concert of a band I actually like- Pay off debts (student loan excl.)
Send thank you cards for every gift I receive (other than the gift of happiness, blah blah blah).- Get an agent (literary or theatre)
- Go to a sports bar without cringing, by personal choice
- Ride a rollercoaster
- Hold a snake
Spend a day wandering around a museum (not art gallery!) |
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| Friday 11 November 2005 |
There are some things in the world designed for humour.
Trams are definitely high on my list (though you must be tiring of hearing about them). This morning, I had to shift – hopefully for the last time for six months or so. So I woke at 6am in order to take my inordinately over endowed suitcase on the tram.
Has anyone else trundled a suitcase over mud? I prayed for well lubricated ball bearings. Anyway, I made it out of the building (down two flights of stairs) without disturbing the peace. And I EVEN made it onto the tram before the doors closed. Unfortunately, this was one of those trams driven by a contender for the Formula 43, so it wasn’t long before I was seriously worried. Not about anything in my bag, nor even about myself…but I could see my suitcase falling over, then sliding down the aisle and generally kneecapping anyone in the way. I’ve no idea what the court system is like in the Czech Republic, but if it’s anything like any of the other unnecessarily administrative-inflated systems here, I might NEVER get to go on an outbreak investigation.
But at least I HAVE a stable centre of gravity (hovering right about where these as-of-yet-unemployed childbearing hips reside!). I really wonder what was going through some maminka’s minds when they dressed their 6 year olds in warm woollen mittens and a backpack the size (and weight) of Denmark. Had they no idea that their offspring would spend the entire trip flailing their bemittened hands like a turtle – sliding up and down the aisle on their backs at the whim of the crazy tram driver?!
(I should get up this early more often – I'm giggling so much I can’t type straight!)
Getting the bag UP onto the tram (i.e. stepping up and then hauling it up behind me thinking “hold core muscles steady, support the back, lift with the legs through the heels”) is FAR easier than putting it down again. So far, I’ve adopted following approach: half push, half throw the bag from the back door and hope it lands with some semblance of stability. Then follow the bag out, look nonchalantly in its direction as though wondering to whom it belongs, before waiting until the way is clear to reassert ownership status and haul it off in the appropriate direction. This procedure is in case it DOES kill someone…
It seems Nis has been pipped to the post as ‘Nomes’ first visitor’ as Umit’s is arriving for the weekend of Dec 10th. Umit – as some may recall – was my classmate during L6th Chemistry, a Turkish Canadian whom I haven’t seen since, er, 1992! THAT’S OVER 10 FREAKING YEARS AGO. Though we have ICQ’d and even spoken in the meantime – not regularly – but we actually did that whole VOIP thing prior to Skype – me on my laptop in the kitchen of Aberdeen Ave, cooking while he instructed. What else is technology for?
So, the frenzied list of things to do before his arrival: lose 20kgs (there’s an ad for liposuction in the back of one of my magazines…at least – that’s what I think the ad’s for…“how much fat can I have vacuumed for $3?? Oh…my little finger? What? Are you saying my little finger is fat?!? Why you little….”), learn to speak fluently (it’s sooooo much more impressive than my female Hugh Grant impresion “er…excuse me…um….do you speak….er…no….right then….um. Maybe these people….”) and finally summon the courage for a haircut (or just find some scissors…).
Not that your visit wouldn’t have thrown me into equal a state of ‘tiz’ Nis, but I’m not taking advantage of expense account double rooms (that’s TWO beds, father dear) at a flash hotel when you swing by!
Africa has it’s first lady president huh? So…are the TAB odds on the website or do you have to have an account with them…? (TAB = Ladbrokes for those of you playing from the UK). And despite looking like Weeble, there’s a new presidentu across the border (one of them) from me too! He’s one of a twin (this section is designed to impress Daddy dear that I AM actually reading the news!) as well. Oh my goodness…I would LOVE to have a twin (hell, a doppelganger would suffice) in power. Albeit, perhaps not of an economy such as Polands…
And I notice that none of you have sent in a proposed synopsis…come on people…I can’t be the one with all the creative juices out there! Hit me with ‘em (ideas that is). Best one wins a chocolate fish. “What’s one of them?” I hear the brits ask? Well…it’s marshmallow, shaped like a flat fish, and covered in bad chocolate. Why? I haven’t figured that out yet either…please Rowland: the etymology of the New Zealand Chocolate Fish…if you wouldn’t mind… |
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