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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
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| Memento |
| Tuesday, 30 September 2008 |
I just need to die knowing that something is different because I was here.
Doesn't that just sum up everyone's feeling of life? Doesn't everyone feel this way? Whether we express ourselves through striving for excellence - to be the first person who does something and has something named after them - or having children who wouldn't be there had you not existed?
Is that why so many of us are miserable? it's not truly because we're moaning that we're single - never going to be married or have a family etc. - but more because when we finally shuck off these mortal chains, that'll be it (folks)? that'll be all she wrote? There'll be no change in the world?
Or are these merely the fantasies of the relatively rich, well-educated middle classes? The toffs couldn't give a damn and the poor are merely attempting to survive? Perhaps it's only a small group of us who have these pointless existential crises?
I'm fairly certain that when I go, a) hardly anyone will notice (well, not for weeks, at any rate, because my friends are so scattered to the four winds that it takes carrier pigeons weeks to get messages through), b) hardly anyone will care - because I mean too little in anyone's day to day life that there's not going to be any impact to not have me there, and c) nothing will have changed because I was here - I'll leave nothing behind other than a legible imprint of my histrionics, some photographs and if I'm VERY lucky, then a headstone with a pithy epitaph (note to self: start looking around for witticisms that scribe well on stone).
THAT might be the single force behind the biological clock for me and my friends - who might want children, but can't find a man decent enough to warrant sharing vital genetic details. It's the biological equivalent of handing over your phone number but changing the last digit: this permanent teasing, IUDs, the pill, depo provera - whatever we use. That we keep doing this to ourselves for years and years.
Or maybe it's just that some of us are far too aware of our own inadequacies - the fact that we might make shit parents, we might have post-natal depression and raise a child who's so insecure she forever tries to rely on people she knows will let her down in the end - that scares us from making a 'change' to the world by bringing another person into it.
Or maybe it's just that no one wants us. Well, wants us, but not enough.
Kylie, Ana, Liorah, Anne, Suze, Kat, Emma: 8 beautiful, headstrong, independent and capable women. What's wrong with us? Should we have tricked people back in our 20's into being a father to our offspring? Should we not have aborted when we did? Should we keep trying to look, or accept our lot as it?
I don't know. I'm tired of being second fiddle, of being the one not-quite-good-enough for someone. I want someone who wants me in their future, who thinks of a future for US and plants ME in the middle of that future, who wants to build something with me, something solid.
To leave behind.Labels: All about Me |
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