| 100 in 1000 |
- 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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| -3 days - and counting... |
| Wednesday 8 February 2006 |
Sheesh - you mention the JFA (think of the letters after each of those...I am SUCH a cryptographer) once, and the whole blog thing crumbles.
So the JFA story? Well...there we were, doing the rounds of the infectious disease ward of one hospital (totally empty, waiting for AI patients, in a very overreactive yet underprepared manner) with our friend who wears the neoprene black high heeled ankle boots (ARGH) with flesh coloured tights, and the silky lab coat (wrong wrong wrong wrong wrong) and we returned back to her office for the ubiquitous 3L of tea (today I felt the button on my trousers go, I've drank THAT much damned tea [it has nothing to do with last nights Baklava, oh no!]). Anyway, as we walked into the anteroom before getting to her office, a man suddenly stood. He had been sitting in the very straight-backed manner of all persons-who-have-done-pack-marches and stood in a very threatening yet 'at ease' manner. I'm not sure why it was threatening: the hawkeyed glare he gave us? The narrow bit of face we could see? The width across his shoulders? Who knows.
What I did notice (of course) was that he was wearing the absolute latest in trends: military coat (gorgeous in grey: so versatile) complete with epaulettes (braiding pays!). Peculiar bulge over one hip though - obviously intended when the material was cut, as it didn't distort button alignment in the slightest. Accesories included a chapka, Russian MVD winter issue combat boots with fur lining, over grey trousers. I was in awe - he deserved to be part of the YSL runway collection. Just before I ran over and hugged him for following the fashion trends yet managing to not look like a fashion victim...it occurred to me: he might actually be real.
So I refrained. :) Aren't you impressed with my restraint. JT (the french lab expert) and I looked at one another and raised eyebrows. Once we were inside our hosts room, he leaned over and whispered, "JFA?". I lifted my tea to my lips to avoid giggling.
JT and I saw things from the same perspective (probably becasue we were both non-medics and lab-trained). While he was claiming every word as etymologically stemming from French, ("go on then, claim Pic-bloody-nic!", "....", "yeah, thought not!") he also told me a little bit about the politics in France. APparently, most people don't even bother voting these days, having lost confidence in their politicians. But the truly amazing fact that I didn't know (so I only started watching the news with intent last year okay?) was that darling Chirac (of the 'shaking hands with A presidents' fame) has been prosecuted for many things (NINE times?!?!?) and were it not for the presidency, he'd be in jail. President or jailbird...I'd be hard pushed to decide too! The state pays for your meals and accomodation whichever way you think of it... So...as far as french words go, i'm gonna say that 'politics' must've originated there too.
As you LBR will surely attest, I don't ONLY take photos of 'sights' that you can see in any guide book/internet site (for the skint amongst us), but I try to take photos of things that pique my interest or tickly my funny bone. Which is why I was gutted I hadn't been quicker with my camera en route to B from visiting Ba the other day. We passed a car, to which was attached a trailer. On top of the car, inside the car back seat, inside the car boot, and overflowing the trailer were bags of carrots. 'WOW!,' I thought to myself, 'Thems be a LOT of carrots.'. Not much of a great story, I'll grant you. However, the car in front of that one was similiarly 'well-packed'.......with cabbages. If they'd collided (okay - that wasn't the funny bit, besides, in my mind it was non-fatal!), there'd be a HUGE amount of coleslaw all over the road. "Road Closed by Coleslaw" "Coleslaw Breaks Economy" "Coleslaw Calamity" and other headlines spinning on newspapers in my mind. Sorry for the lack of photos.
But I think the funniest thing I've seen is a place called "Nemo kindergarten", complete with a picture of the cute clown-fish. Now, maybe I'm wrong, but in the original animation picture, didn't Nemo GO MISSING!?!?!??! Wasn't he scooped up and put in a tank with a scarred and hardened criminal (albeit, one with a heart)? Would you put your kids in that kindergarten? They need marketing help out here; Nis?? |
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