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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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| Thursday 22 June 2006 |
My pirate name is:
Dirty Bess Cash
You're the pirate everyone else wants to throw in the ocean -- not to get rid of you, you understand; just to get rid of the smell. You're musical, and you've got a certain style if not flair. You'll do just fine. Arr!
Get your own pirate name from fidius.org.
Indeed.
Quick welcome to Luce and her friend.
- Warning I: blogs are addictive. What’s even MORE addictive is the idea that SOMEONE out there is reading about you. And, possibly even cares.
- Warning II: it’s self-centredly addictive to write about yourself.
- Warning III: you use all your best material in your blog, then recite it to friends when you see them in real life.
Warning IV: if they’ve already read your blog (and let’s face it, most of our friends don’t – they just skim for their own names!!) then you risk boring them to tears. Which means - Warning V: you end up living to ‘blog it’.
- Warning VI: be very very very very careful who you give the address to (says she, who has it as her e-mail sig) because you DON’T want to have to trawl through your own archives to remove nasty comments, or overly nice ‘crush’ comments either. Really. I’ve already had to do ONE mad dash to a computer terminal in my pyjamas….JUST IN CASE.
According to resources:
- I’m scary. I scared ‘the ex’ (bonjour, hola, bing bing bing, ciao!) with my ‘confidence’.
- I flirt with strangers. I’d make eyes at the milkman if we had one. Provided I didn’t know them.
- Once I do get to know someone, I don’t bother flirting any longer, and instead develop a crippling crush.
- By this time, the ‘him’ in question has freaked out due to my ‘scary’ confidence and has found an alternative.
- I therefore oscillate between indifferent and heartbroken.
Okay, all together now….”awwwwwwww” (if you can throw in a ‘poor Nomes’ there too, my ego’d appreciate it!).
Still, at least I haven’t (recently) been out with a boy of indeterminate sexuality, and discovered he’d be better suited to my flatmate, huh? (evil cackle)
But then, that’s because I haven’t been out lately with anyone (back to the sobbing).
Yes folks, life IS a rollercoaster.
Today, two of my close mates from NZ arrive. I call them close mates; I lived with one for almost a year (the other is his bestest friend in the whole wide world, and consequently ‘practically’ lived up at the mansion too), yet they didn’t inform me as to their imminent arrival until yesterday, which they followed with “could you help us find accommodation?”. ARGH! Accomodation. In summer. In Prague. On a Wednesday for Thurs/Fri/Sat nights.
ARE YOU INSANE?
Thankfully, another kiwi expat came to my rescue; with a vacant flat that they can use. While I panicked mildly down the phone line, he recounted that he does exactly the same thing to his mates, sometimes not even thinking to check they’ll be in the country when he’s due to arrive. Since this is ALSO a trait I’ve developed, I can’t say I’m TOO surprised. It must be a kiwi thing…the ol’ ‘she’ll be right’ attitude to everything (including sleeping arrangements; which can result in one of two possibilities: hilarity and goodtimes or fear and loathing etc.).
Anyway, it DOES mean that my mojito madness fling will have two of my favourite people at it. They’re also a dab hand at whipping up the drinks, so I know that if I’m incapacitated (too many mojitos, too fast: apparently!) the madness will continue around me. And that’s a GOOD feeling. Not only that but I do believe I’ve finally tracked down the vital tool for the makings: a muddler. Finally managed to find one in a shop outside of Prague – and since they regularly deliver TO Prague, they’re bringing it to me tomorrow afternoon. Nothing like cutting it fine.
According to the ex, I’m sounding happier.
I think ‘more manic’ may be more appropriate, frankly, but I’ll go with happier. And I blame the weather. While I love the summer, the Intunition girls will (no doubt) attest that I swing from the wild extremes of lethargy to mania depending on the ambient temperature. My microfibre trousers (worn yesterday) were enough to push me over the edge into Wicked Witch of the West territory (hiya Lira!) whereupon I promptly melted!
So, I guess one way to spark me up would be to throw a bucket of ice water over me†, Ha ha ha ha.
THEN you’ll see scary.
† This is not a challenge. There is no leather gauntlet on the ground at our feet. You do NOT have to try this as an experiment. All persons with buckets will be avoided at all costs for their own safety. Reading of this blog does not make you more intelligent – but it does make you smell better. Results reproducible in 5% of tests. Or is it because I helped someone pick a 'hot' cologne? Answers on the back of a postcard please. And has Mums not written because she's traumatised???! |
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"I'm making prawn cocktail, followed by Filet de Boeuf en croute. Wanna join us? Maybe even crepe suzettes, though they may have to follow on Sunday, since the starter and main tend to fill us up too much. But we have got our drinks cabinet back up to scratch, so we have our choice of liqueurs again. And there's always the cheese course."
Hmm... I'LL join you...
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My pirate name is:Red Jenny Kidd
Passion is a big part of your life, which makes sense for a pirate. Even though you're not always the traditional swaggering gallant, your steadiness and planning make you a fine, reliable pirate. Arr!
Hi Nomes
Sorry I'm so hopeless at emailing/commenting but I do keep up-to-date wtih your blog so I feel like I'm in touch more than I am cos I know whats going on with you. (know what I mean?) Good to see you have more visitors arriving (even if it did end up causing yuou stress trying to find a place for them) I'm still hoping to get over to see you sometime this summer or later in the year anyway but typical me I havent organised anything yet...don't worry though...i'll give you more than a day's notice when I ask you about accommodation ;)
Hels
xxx
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"I'm making prawn cocktail, followed by Filet de Boeuf en croute. Wanna join us? Maybe even crepe suzettes, though they may have to follow on Sunday, since the starter and main tend to fill us up too much. But we have got our drinks cabinet back up to scratch, so we have our choice of liqueurs again. And there's always the cheese course."
Hmm... I'LL join you...