tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51477194603741193932012-02-17T21:39:18.501-05:00The list of things I must do before I'm thirty, also the things I'm doing meanwhile.Akarehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00311149915248429478noreply@blogger.comBlogger251100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5147719460374119393.post-59882012482297006412011-01-29T23:57:00.001-05:002011-01-29T23:57:58.015-05:00

There are people who hate labels and there are people, like me, who love them. I love labels because they make things easy. Labels help me distinguish between Paprika and Cayenne, they also help me navigate trough society. There are hipsters, geeks, queers, jocks, barbies, hippies, etc...There are also moms, princesses, intellectuals, corporate types, good girls, bad girls, artsy folks and crazy

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Nowadays, time and money are both hard to find. Taking those 180$ for your Spanish I class at the YMCA might seem like a big expense for some, others are putting off quitting smoking until they have a plan on how to manage cravings while other people simply have no time to think about the things they would like to do. So, excuse me if you find the following comparison stupid, but to me, working

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This blog entry has been written about 20 times in my head. I swear I've been thinking about this post for at least a week and a half and somehow every time I get in front of the computer to type it out, I get writer's block. You see dear reader, this following sentence I wrote twice and, twice I erased it. I was very unsure the language I was using was proper English. Because I speak Spanish

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I love food, my friends love food and most people I know list food as their favorite thing along with sex and long walks on the beach . Food is also a very important part of culture; when you think about holidays and traditions you usually think about what your grandma used to bake or what your mother or father used to burn.  Most religions celebrate their holly days with feasts. You don't know

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If the tittle sounds epic it is because it was an epic experience, for me anyway, and I'm quite sure that for Nik as well, and my instructor possibly. Well, I imagine it was pretty good for his ego. How often is that you can convince someone crying that the best they can do is jump of a 10 story building into their death bead and have a clear conscience about it. Well, it wasn't a 10 story

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Ugh, this one was a hard one. I live in Montreal so I don't have to use a Car. I sincerly dislike driving. I enjoy the sense of "freedom", aka "roadtrips" but aside from that, I think people everywhere drive like idiots, including me. I don't know people clumsier than I and there are things you are not supposed to do when you are clumsy. Like drive, work in IT, scuba dive, basically lots of

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Oh harsh reality. Sometimes those things you wanted tho try the most, end up being gilded doors to a path of suicidal thoughts. Like the one who dreamed to bungee jump then heard his cord snap, or the one who wanted to go salsa dancing then realized, had no sense of rhythm and felt uncomfortable with all the grinding. This has pretty much been my experience traveling as a “true backpacker”. Nik

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Surfing is one of those things that were truly out of my to do list in this life. I hate the water, I can't swim and I'm not a beach person either. Still, I also understand the importance of doing something new, changing one's routines and habits, specially while traveling. Coffs Harbour seemed like the right place at the right time. Nik is an avid surfer, but his technique was more improvised

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Done: High Tea, Australian Style -“Nikita Vorobiev makes my dreams come true” There, you can quote me. I’ll try not to turn this post into a cheese-fest, but you know how sometimes people surprise you. Nik is a great guy, in my eyes he is the best of ze best, and discovering that, despite that clueless stare he gives me when I'm talking, he is actually listening is: Priceless. I posted

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Hello everybody, I’m not dead yet, in fact, I’m very much living life right now. For some, life is jumping out of airplanes, and for others, life is eating great food and dancing. The way I live life is being constantly surprised by how things happen and waiting for the next big thing to come along. To think that we take many things for granted, this trip has been amazing and the official “fun”

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Brisbane is a city for people who like to move, those like me that would rather read books and visit galleries are encouraged to move to Melbourne. That is an exaggeration off course; however it’s true that people in Brisbane like physical activity. Several people in my office run marathons an actually finish them, other swim and surf while others rock climb. The good thing about this city is

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The cool thing about travelling is that sometimes you are confronted to new things, new people and new situations. Even old people in new situations surprise you. I discovered that when Nik and I went to Noosa National Park a couple of weeks ago. When we were planning our trip, I noticed in the Park guide it read that Alexandria Bay, the longest inside the park, was a nudist beach. I seriously

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Don't lie to me! I know it’s on your list as well. Who doesn't want to be famous for something? I, for example, wanted to be famous for something like, being a great actress, a girl with a voice that would melt rocks or as the pretty girl in high school. Well, none of that seemed possible, as in most cases you actually need to be a good actress, be able to carry a tune or be pleasant to the

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When I was a kid, shorts were my favourite thing to wear. They were comfy, practical and on a 5 year old, absolutely adorable. But then puberty hits, and you realize people are actually looking at your legs. Skirts were unacceptable to me until I turned 16. However, they were usually on the long side, and I'm alright with that, I'm still not comfortable a hundred percent, but I always

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I have issues with swimming, I don't know, I just never really liked it. There are many things about swimming I actively dislike. First of all, I have to wear a bathing suit, no explanation needed. Second, nowhere have I found warm water to swim in, and I even consider the Costa Rican sea to be cold, so going into a pool has never seemed fun per see, I just know I'm going to be cold. Third, I

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Hi, I know I have not posted anything in more than a month, but most of you know that I'm in Australia. I've been having trouble updating stuff and posting, right now I'm trying to create a travel blog but this just doesn't seem to pan out, ugly combination of shit internet connection with, well, a shit laptop. I'll try to do my best.Meanwhile, you can see my pics on Picasa. Here is the link

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Continuing with my obsession with things I now nothing about, I want to talk about playing golf. I honestly never cared about golf, I think all I know about golf is that Tiger Woods is the best and Mark Weir is Canadian, that you wear preppy clothes and that some private clubs are awfully expensive. Last year, people at my office got an invitation for a corporate golf tournament. My coworkers

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Electronic Dance, Vertigo or most commonly known as Tecktonik, is a dance created in Belgium that mixes styles such as popping, locking and tecno. But Adriana, you may ask, if you say you dislike elecronic music, why do you want to learn Tecktonik? Well, the aswer is rather simple, it looks fun and all the cool kids are doing it. Off course, all those cool kids are probably under 20, but who am

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I'm not a big fan of electronic music. On my Ipod I don't think I have nothing else than rock, Latin-Cuban music, oldies and the odd folk or country song. Throw in a dash of Pop if you want. I work out to The Killers and I have no interest whatsoever in drugs, so why do I want to go to an after hour? You will realize in this blog that the latest trend in my life is to follow. I still won't

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I need to get around to read the" Canadian Press Stylebook" and its companion "Caps and Spelling". Those are one of those books I feel so proud to have on my personal library, along with "The Bible" and the "Complete Guide to Getting it On". I bought them for my journalism class, they were the most expensive books I ever bought at around 100$ for both. They are supposed to be your guide, your

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Since I posted the list of things I wanted to do before I’m 30. I thought I ought to explain a couple of them, before my friends started questioning my sanity. I have an obsession with high tea, the way the British used to do. I giggle when people mention the word “crumpet” and I squeal in my head every time I see a scone. When I pass by in front of pastry shops and the tea department of my

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These are some things that I want to do before I'm 30. In no specific order:Sky diveDress up for a clubLearn to swimScuba diveLearn to SkyVisit 10 countriesGo to a RaveLearn a fourth language (properly)Get in shapeWear shortsGive a conference or classCreate custom invitesModelFinish a big paintingWear a bathing suit and enjoy the experienceFind a pastime to be passionate aboutFind a job to be

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So I posted last week that I wanted to get a tattoo. Since I'm insane, I decided I would do it that same week.It wasn't something impulsive, au contraire mes amis, it was just the conclusion to a couple of years of careful preparation. I was just waiting for the right moment. It was easy to recognize it was the right time.I had found the idea that I wanted to keep with me forever, the statement

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Yes, and I mean THAT store. The one you always pass by in front and wished you could buy everything on the display.The one that also makes you tell yourself you have no time to go in, I mean, is not like you need more shoes or anything.Anyways, for me THAT store is SOHO on St-Laurent, I pass by it at least 5 times a week and every time I tell myself I could totally wear what that skinny ass

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Why, well, because it is something I've always wanted. I always wished I was bad ass enough to have a sleeve, full of tattoos with bright colors and a whole lot of attitude.Like Kat VonD!Ha! I don't think it would look very nice since I look like a 13 year old girl (with an excess body fat), and because well, I work in a "formal" office environment, therefore the biker gang look is frowned

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