Game: One thing!

[zanna]

I want a car like most people want a toothache. >.< And I want to drive just as bad. =P

[kingoflombards]

I've done things that I am ashamed of... that's right I listened to Green Day AND Madonna. Don't judge me, I was desperate!

[The Comedian]

Regarding some literary masterpieces: I have just read the Cliff's Notes, and no one seemed the wiser.

[kingoflombards]

I never study for tests. (but ace them anyway)

[zanna]

I am taking a math class with the highest course number possible at my current school . . . and anytime somone asks me what math I'm in, and I say the number, they gasp -- "Whoa, that's hard! You must be really good!"

But y'all know (now) that the class isn't that hard at all, and I'm not really that good, so it's not as impressive as they make it sound. =)

[Scheherazade]

Regarding some literary masterpieces: I have just read the Cliff's Notes, and no one seemed the wiser.

Including you?

Once I won a dance competition.

[Silas Thorne]

When I was about 10, I attended a local Young Authors' Conference.

[Michael T]

Tell me it wasn’t for tap dancing!!!


I once got arrested on suspicion of spying in the Middle East

[Silas Thorne]

When I was about 10, I attended a local Young Authors' Conference.

Tell me it wasn’t for tap dancing!!!

I don't think there was any tap dancing. Perhaps there was, at the edges of sight.

[Scheherazade]

Tell me it wasn’t for tap dancing!!!

Wondering if this was addressed to me. If so, no; it was for disco dancing.

I grew up watching musical movies and would love to tap but I haven't learnt it to this day. Still there is hope...

I once got arrested on suspicion of spying in the Middle East

Now this is juicy gossip! First, The Comedian and Mrs Clinton and now this...

Which country?

[Michael T]

Wondering if this was addressed to me. If so, no; it was for disco dancing.


I grew up watching musical movies and would love to tap but I haven't learnt it to this day. Still there is hope...


Now this is juicy gossip! First, The Comedian and Mrs Clinton and now this...

Which country?

Northern Soul or John Travolta?

Ah yes...my sister and I used to watch all those Fred and Ginger movies on Sunday afternoons!

Jeddah in Saudi Arabia

[kingoflombards]

I am allergic to artichokes.

[zanna]

Hm! What were your impressions of Jeddah, Michael T? I have a recently-made friend from there; it's his hometown, and he enjoyed growing up there.

My random thing -- I titrated water from Death Valley this morning, and the hardness was around 162. "Hard" hard water is usually 180, so it's just this side of it. Aaaand, that's what I drank for a week. My friends and I decided that all those dissolved carbonates must've acted like antacids, and canceled out the camp cooking we ate all week. =)

[Michael T]

Hm! What were your impressions of Jeddah, Michael T? I have a recently-made friend from there; it's his hometown, and he enjoyed growing up there.

Hi Zanna.
I loved my time in Jeddah although I was only there for two years (1986 & 1987). The things I remember most were sunbathing on the idyllic private beaches of the Western hotels, scuba diving on the colourful fish infested reefs of the Red Sea and the wonderful contrast between old and new in the city. I recall the strange and wonderful art that adorned the roundabouts and highways throughout the city: a giant bicycle, jewellery boxes, aeroplanes, fountains, ships and a globe of the world to name but a few! I recall walking along the beautiful corniche that ran the length of the waterfront which came alive with crowds of people in the evenings, heady with the sickly sweet fragrance that drifts in across the Red Sea from Africa on the unceasing, warm and gentle breeze. The corniche itself was littered with works of art and street-vendors selling exotic fruit-drinks, tea and hot foods influenced by the cosmopolitan mix of nationalities that inhabit the tourist-free city. I recall also, the giant water-spout fountain in the bay - lit up at night, a welcoming sight to commercial jets flying foreign workers into the country; seeming to circle the fountain before flying in low over the illuminated city on route to the airport with it’s incredible tent-like Hajj terminal - an architectural masterpiece! Evenings were spent walking past marble, steel and glass skyscrapers and through modern, opulent shopping malls, before moving on to the souks and narrow streets and alleys of the old city. These seemed to transport you into a magical past with their aroma of spices and smokey coffee houses, and the beautiful shutter adorned windows and buildings hewn from blocks of ancient coral. Melodious calls to prayer mixed with the sounds of friendly traders bartering with customers as mysteriously veiled women watched you pass with their beautiful dark eyes. Proud Saudi men in immaculate white thobes, with red or black checked gutras on their heads fingered their prayer beads and smiled a greeting as they passed in the crowded streets. The religious police and the secret police mingled with the busy crowds as they went about their business, quick to beat those foolish enough to stray from the strict rituals of prayer. I recall the many desperate women, abandoned with their young children, who were always efficiently moved on from their begging – and order and ambience quickly restored. I remember also, the excitement from the expectant crowd that jostled for position in the square on Friday mornings in the sunshine; waiting to witness the glint of steel, the severed head, and the last desperate pumping of a human heart as it spewed crimson fluid onto sand dusted marble. Justice having seen to be done, the crowd always moved on and the beaches always beckoned. Oh…and the sunsets…did I mention the sunsets…

[PoeticPassions]

Sometimes I still refer to or mention my old invisible (yes, invisible, not imaginary) friend, Ralph.