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Spend a week up a mountain learning to skiVisit Karoline's place in MoraviaHold a conversation in Czech (only)Drink 500ml of each of the following beers:
PilsnerStaroprammenBudvarVelke PopoviceU FlekuGambrinusKrusoviceRespond to at least one GOARN request (WHO and MSF are 
also acceptable)Travel across the AtlanticReturn to South AmericaRead a book to, or with, an impressionably aged childParticipate in one NanoWriMo Challenge and come within at least 10,000 words of the goal lengthHave my nose piercedHave my next tattoo drawnPurchase the perfect jeans (x 2 pairs)Attend a spin class 3 times a week for 8 consecutive weeksBake Viv's cheesecakeMake David's casserole Make David's Chicken Cashew-nut StirfryInvite 4 people who don't know one another too well to dinnerRide from Vienna to Venice on a motorbike (pillion acceptable, those less desirable)Attend a book group for at least two booksGo on a choir weekend (learn and perform difficult piece in two/three days)Visit Madame Tussaud's (in London)Take an architecture appreciation courseJoin 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 hairdresserTreat my inner-6-year-old twice a week (at least)Do the liver-cleansing diet properly (12 weeks)Don't eat out for one monthFind a flat and flatmatePurchase one Joseph sweaterPurchase 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 hangglidingRead 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 timeMake 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 costumeSing on stageBuy 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-MarTake a walk and flip coins at each intersectionWin somethingDraft a willTake a roadtripGo to Italy alreadySea 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 taleMake an 'outbreak emergency kit'. Go to bed prior to 11pm every night (inc weekends) for four consecutive weeks.Marvel over lack of tirednessDine at a Gordon Ramsey restaurant (or Nobu)- preferably for free. 
Bet on the nagsDo something for charity (applying and getting a 'red card' will count)Walk along the Champs ElyseeDo 100 sit ups in a rowDo 50 pressups (arms in tight)Make branston pickle (or nearest substitute)Cook something 'new' and 'adventurous' at least once a monthFind 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 someoneGet a Tata Bojs CDTake 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 occasionsEat lobster. Prepared by someone else. Back up the blogPut everything onto an external hard driveFind 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 FlamencoJoin the Municipal Library of PragueMove to another country Go to a live concert of a band I actually likePay 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 choiceRide a rollercoasterHold a snakeSpend a day wandering around a museum (not art gallery!) |  | 
              
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                      | I'm not yet... |  
                      | Thursday, 19 April 2007 |  
                      |  ...so you've still time to get cards, presents etc. to me. 
 I'm not quite sure what my mother was thinking when she sent this, though. Since when have I ever needed a stopper. Not strictly true, since when have I ever USED a stopper?
 
 My 30th draws ever nearer. I'm allowed to get excited about it now, because I've found a venue that only requires all of my savings to host the party in, rather than one which also requires my first born child, the fingernails of my grandmother and the sacrifice of a virgin.  I'm just entering into negotiations with them re the format of the evening (I want bubbles and canapes, they want to provide a four-course meal - you'll get what you're given!) so it could all go pear-shaped yet, but the hope is there.
 
 And today, I received a parcel from Mamma. Amazingly clever, that woman, she managed to simultaneously send it from Australia, whilst purchasing silk in the souqs of Qatar. I have yet to learn this skill - would that I had, so that I could simultaneously finish this awful report for the WHO about the Serbia mission, and be outside reacquainting myself with my inline skates (or, as is more likely, the pavement).
 
 Instead, I sit in my office, occasionally sending out e-mails to get this up and running (we're quite proud).
 
 But the best part of the gift box (it's a toss up between this and the flashing 'birthday girl' beauty pageant sash which Joseph and I are going to fight over - I can tell blood will spill) is the photo album. My mother cobbled together - out of all of the old family albums - a "This is your life" montage of me. 30 years of me!! Could there be anything more worthwhile devoting 30mins to flicking through? I think not.
 
 Of course, it shoudl really have been labelled "These are the fashion crimes of your life...". The stonewash! The mullet! The print culottes. The agony. Oh, and thanks for the 3/4 profile shot of me in the nude (putting on a singlet at age, maybe, 8?) Mum. Much appreciated. That WAS when my boss walked back into the office, wasn't it. He now knows more about my buttocks than any boss ever before....
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                      | posted by Nomes @ Thursday, April 19, 2007   |  
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                                        If I would live in Prague, I would definitely apply for your singing group! Sounds great!(my respect for getting this website up as well!)
                                      
                                      
                                  
                                      
                                      
                                        Did someone say 'inline skates'?  I would dearly love to go out this weekend but alas it looks like rain which, when I think about it, is perfectly good assignment weather...  And yes, those parents with the scary, blackmailable skin shots...  Why oh why did I run naked from the bath into broad daylight to play on the swings when I should have known my parents would see it as a chortle with preserving, *sigh*...  mx |  
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If I would live in Prague, I would definitely apply for your singing group! Sounds great!
(my respect for getting this website up as well!)