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Blogging about blogging.

Fun, Life, Morocco

I am watching an episode of House about a blogger. I haven’t got far enough to know what’s going on yet. But I think it’s interesting to see blogging in the popular media, because I feel a little bit like considering I have a quite wide variety of friends, very few of them read blogs (with the exception of this one, of course).

Wikipedia says that a blog is:

A blog (a blend of the term web log)[1] is a type of website or part of a website. Blogs are usually maintained by an individual with regular entries of commentary, descriptions of events, or other material such as graphics or video. Entries are commonly displayed in reverse-chronological order. Blog can also be used as a verb, meaning to maintain or add content to a blog.
Most blogs are interactive, allowing visitors to leave comments and even message each other via widgets on the blogs and it is this interactivity that distinguishes them from other static websites.[2]
Many blogs provide commentary or news on a particular subject; others function as more personal online diaries. A typical blog combines text, images, and links to other blogs, Web pages, and other media related to its topic.
Wasn’t that interesting everyone? Now, I need rest.

The Tribe

Fun, Life, Morocco

Did anyone else watch ‘The Tribe’ when they were younger? In the UK it used to broadcast on channel 5, and I adored it. Let me fill in those of you not lucky enough to have watched it.

We are in post-apocalyptic New Zealand (hold on, it gets better) in a world where a mystery virus has killed off all the adults. The teens have wrecked the cities and formed gangs which they call ‘tribes’. In an unnamed city we meet our motley crew of heroes who gather together in a trashed mall. They call themselves the Mall-Rats and thanks to their huge variety of talents – considering they are a group of 10 to 17 year olds – they manage to not only survive but start to re-build a civilization.

That is the basic plot. Added to this are a string of ridiculous romances between almost every character in turn, and a whole lot more implied sex than I was aware of at the age of 12. Not to mention several pregnancies, the first being a very heavily pregnant supposedly 14 year old character called Trudy. Her baby sticks it through all five series of the show. Now, I’m sure I’ve sold this to you really well, but give it a chance. The acting is a bit contrived, but even as an adult, I can still definitely appreciate the charm of the neon-dressed, face-painted Mall-Rats. Even now, I’d be pretty chuffed to join them (were it not for all the post-apocalypticness)

All in all, I’m quite a fan. And re-watching it is doing a lot for bringing my mental age back down after exams. So good times all round.

Fiesta.

Life, Morocco

We had missed one of my friends birthday over the holiday, and of course exams are over, so last night we decided to have a party. It was long and complicated but very funny. I’ll tell you, although you probably had to be there.

5.30pm I got my taxi into town. It was particularly uneventful.
6.00pm I reached my friends flat half an hour early to get ready in a girly fashion.
6.30pm No-one else turned up. This is when they were supposed to.
7.00pm This is when we should have set off for the restaurant. We kept waiting.
7.20pm We realised we needed to leave because it’s a 30 minute walk and our booking was for 7.30.
7.30pm We got to the middle of town and realised our guide didn’t actually know where we were going.
7.40pm The others had made it to the restaurant by now. We were still lost in the backstreets.
7.50pm We finally made it, only to find that one group had gone to the restaurant opposite.
8.00pm We finally ordered.
8-10pm We had a lovely evening. Finally.

After this, everyone went home, which was also not the plan, so just the 4 of us girls went back to the original flat. We did girly sleepover things like naked pillow fights and truth or dare, and then got to bed. Oh, and drank raspberry vodka, but not too much, after the last drunken Fes experience. Today we’re going to the hammam and for lunch, and I am very excited. If only I could fit everything into my bag.

For all the ladies

Life, Morocco

I have just spent an hour getting ready. I know a lot of girls do this, but it’s not usually me. We’ve got a birthday/end of exams meal tonight, and I thought I’d try to be pretty. So here are my:

  ‘must-have beauty tips coming from a girl who knows nothing at
 all about looking after her image’

1) French Manicure. If you have long nails this is a must for me. It looks classy and it makes your nails look clean. If you use a good brand of polish such as Sally Hansen and then make sure you apply a few coats but thinly, then it shouldn’t chip for a few days either.

2) Good foundation. Good foundation doesn’t have to be the expensive stuff. I have boots own-brand and it works great. It should completely match your skintone so that you don’t get oompaloompa lines around the sides of your face. And don’t wear too much. It’s a pain to take off and it’s obvious. Just even your face out and leave it at that.

3) Eyes. Yes, you should have them because if you don’t that’s (unfortunately) guaranteed to put a lot of people off. In terms of make-up, liquid on the top lid and pencil on the bottom is a good shout, and mascara, but NO FALSE LASHES. They’re weird and they fall off at inappropriate times.

4) Clothing. I have a lot to say on this issue, but for the minute, dear God will you learn to wear clothes that fit. Everyone can see if they don’t fit, and they don’t look as good, automatically. Some people suit a pair of jeans much better than a silly skirt and the second they learn that life will be better for all of us.

Enjoy being beautiful. Don’t say I never give you any advice.

Like a Fox

Life, Morocco

Today I have my two hardest exams. If you don’t hear from me again it means I’ve died.

Thought of the day

You can be cunning like a fox, sneaky like a fox, ginger like a fox. In fact, if you ask The Boy, he’ll say you can be anything like a fox. But do you think you can dive like a fox? I doubt it.

If you think you can, then you should get some tips here.

Over the hump day

Life, Morocco

My teacher when I lived in Tunisia used to call Wednesday ‘Over the hump day’ because it was the day that you got over the hump in the middle of the week and started heading back down towards the weekend. I am now on the hump of my exams, having done 3, I now have 3 left to go. Unluckily the hardest two are tomorrow, grammar followed by speaking. So I should revise.

Thought for the day – KINAMBA PROJECT

I think (therefore this counts as a thought) that you should all buy tickets to this marvelous shindig (if you are in Leeds UK). If you can’t buy tickets, or you aren’t close enough to go, you could always donate the £4 you would have spent to this wonderful cause. You can donate here.

 

Jillian Michaels is ruining my thighs

Life, Morocco

Have I told you about how I’m getting fit?

Those of you who have been hanging around since I started the blog will know that I have tried a few different ways to get fit, specifically without spending money on a gym to do so. Welcome to the latest fad (which I hope is more than a fad, but we’ll see).

This woman is going to make me fit. And the photo is from FHM (edit: Unsurprisingly, as soon as I learnt anything about blogging I got rid of the picture. Don’t be stealing without asking children, it’s naughty. Anyway, onwards…), and shows how stunning she is, and therefore how much I already hate her. In the space of 3 days she has ripped my thighs open and done unmentionable things to them. But, I shall persevere. After all, living with Mme Halima and Mr Aziz, there isn’t a chance in hell that I could go on a diet.
I’m working on her 30-day Shred, and though it’s painful I have to say I’d recommend it to anyone because it takes only 30 minutes a day, very little space, and not much equipment. However, if you value walking, you’ll approach this with caution. I wish I had, because now I have to walk to school for an exam, and I’m afraid it might take me the whole 2 hours.

Things revision makes me want to do

Life, Morocco, Rant

1) Eat chocolate – which I can’t do firstly because I don’t have any and secondly because even if I did, I’m trying to lose weight.

2) Exercise – which I can’t do because I have a workout video which, while it is awesome, is slowly ripping my muscles into little pieces meaning I can’t move.

3) Sleep – I could do this, but then I’d be awake later. Silly.

4) Watch TV – I am doing this, and am hugely aware that it’s not aiding my revision attempts at all. Bad times.

5) Watch films – I started with M. Night Shyamalan’s “The Happening”. Not a massive fan.

6) Wash my clothes – this one is clearly procrastination because hand-washing clothes isn’t fun for anyone. Especially me, because I’m bad at it.

7) Blog – also achieved. Also not helped me with my work at all.

Gah.

Cold.

Life, Morocco

Ok, what?

I’m in Africa, and yet it is clearly colder than the UK was when I left. How unfair of life, to put me in this beautiful place, and then curse me with exams, and no central heating.

I’m not adjusting well.

In other news, and as it get’s closer to their big day, allow me a second to once again spam you all with news of the KINAMBA CHARITY GIG which is taking place very soon at LUU. You all ought to buy tickets. In fact, the only way to force me back to regular posting will be to buy tickets. Once I hear it’s sold out, then I’ll stop advertising.

And don’t forget, if you feel like donating to this great cause you can do so here. For more information about the Kinamba Project itself, you can visit their website here.