Good afternoon all,
Just a little note on 2 wonderful blogs i’ve added to my links list…
http://khadijabadri.wordpress.com/
A wonderful blog from the mind of Khadija Badri, her sister Aicha’s is also there for all to see, have a gander at both as both Badri sisters are very intelligent creatures with lots of intelligent things to say.
And
A wonderful blog that usually makes my day a brighter place…
Enjoy!
Check out the newest addition to the Tiger Eye family Tiger Eye: The Sacrifice
I had a stupidly good time with the first game and I would recommend anyone to get the version where you get both games if you haven’t got the first one already…I will probably end up getting it myself because I managed to wipe everything off my computer when it crashed and I don’t have the components for the first one anymore!!
But really, based on Marjorie M Liu’s book Tiger Eye, the first in the wonderful Dirk and Steele collection,the game follows Dela and Hari as they find their way and their love together……
Marjorie is a wonderful author and person and if you’re looking for something new this year,have a little peek at her books, you will find something you like…but just a heads up…Artur is mine…just so you know…
Go get it.
Now…
(note: The logo is copyright of Passionfruit games)
Once upon a time a girl lived in a magical place they all called Internet.The girl was intrigued by this magical place, it was after all a land of plenty, information and many new and old friends in one place.
This new land was scary at first, the girl was young, uninformed and was haunted by many strangers.
As the girl grew older, she learned about this land and adapted to the many things it brought with it.
One day, the girl discovered along with the rest of the land the newest addition…a place they called Facebook.
Facebook was a lot of fun for the girl and her friends, many new friends were made,games played, parties arranged, all was harmonious.
But the girl was soon to discover that it was a place where nobody held back.She saw things she didn’t want to see, hurtful things that once loyal people had placed upon their pages without a care or a thought for her own mind and heart. The girl was hurt by this because those people should have known better…
But she could change nothing. The heart and soul are strong after all, and they do recover…and after all, if the girl never experienced anything, where would her stories come from?
Hello new year, i can’t say i’m ready for you, but what can you do? My last month of 2011 was a bit of a bitch, i can’t lie, i didn’t enjoy it and i wish it all could have been different.
So what do you do when 2012 is already feeling like a bit of a struggle? Well, reading has always made me feel better…i need to get back on the exercise bandwagon along with those who have decided gym memberships are only for new year and not for life and maybe a glass of wine of two of course…
In 2012 i am hoping for new things, new experiences, hopefully new career moves…who knows what’s coming..but i don’t particularly want to sit on my ass and wait for it all to go even more wrong….
But of a slightly different kind this time…
I came across this on Twitter, a wonderful website called Post Pals. It’s designed to allow children with terminal and not so terminal illness’ to receive cards and presents from people to help put a smile on their faces. It’s so inspirational (and i got a bit teary) everyone should have a look..you don’t have to donate a thing if you don’t want to, just….take a look, and remember those beautiful little faces who just want life without problems.
The other thing today is Alice P. She’s 15, she has cancer that seems to be beating her (her own admission) but she is so strong, and the next time you have a problem or you’re moaning about having to do things, think of Alice and her list of things she wants to do so badly…some she knows she can’t, but others can be accomplished.
all links are at the bottom of this post so you can have a look and be inspired by these amazing kids and teens.
Great Ormond Street does incredible things for kids, as do many other organisations that have a heart usually bigger than their bank balance….
Links: Alice’s Blog: http://alicepyne.blogspot.com/
Post pals: http://www.postpals.co.uk
I was just making my way through a magazine and i remembered while reading a bit about Istanbul that i witnessed the call to prayer while we were in Morrocco. It was amazing, all the men pulled out prayer mats inside their market shops or in the street itself. I have to admit, idiot here took a second to realise what was going on, wondering why the tower in the market was so loud and chanting and then the kneeling and praying commenced, while we idiotic foreigners wandered around..vaguely wondering when the market stalls would open again (we were reassured by a man who wasn’t praying that 20 mins should do it) and staring in awe at the site of so many praying in one place. I wish i’d thought to take a picture,but we felt like such intruders anyway i think a picture might have been going too far!
I am also enamoured by the idea of starting a website of crafts and bits and pieces to sell…however, i suck with glue and glitter!!! so i’ve come to the conclusion i should be site leader…or….something…hah!
Well, it’s been a while since i got my arse in gear and actually wrote on this…i’m one of those people who loves the idea of a blog, reads blogs like they’re going out of fashion but have a hell of a job actually keeping up with one! But i am a good facebook updater, so i figure if i just go with what i write there then i should be able to keep up with myself!
I’m sat in Santorini,Greece, in a cafe called Vithos that does fantastic cheap food and drink and has great internet connection. It s back a bit, where the cars can drive around but it’s worth the walk .My friend and I decided against the donkey’s up the hill because it’s been wet and when they slip, it’s terrifying. I’d like to note that i’m not a bit advocate of the donkeys and the way they’re treated,but i’d rather it was me riding them, feeding them the whole way up, giving them a bit of love than some stupid fat idiot kicking them and treating them no better than their horrid owners.
Have been waiting for the lovely Brazillian to come online but it doesn’t look like he will. For those who don’t know, Brazillian is a lovely boy i met onboard who resembles a book hero complete with drama and brooding…trust me, in real life, that gets exhausting, but he’s on a different ship to me now so internet and phone it is…
Since my last post we’ve been back to Casablanca and have conquered South America! Brazil, Argentina and Uruguay have now been added to the *done* list and it’s such an incredible experience, if you get a chance to do a South American adventure, i recommend it, especially Rio De Janeiro including the Christ, Sugarloaf and it’s markets and Carnaval of course! Will put some pictures up when i get a chance with some more explanations on various South america,but my computer battery is dying…welcome back to the blog!
Had to have a little blog from morocco, it’s fab, we’ve had an amazing day! turkish spas (complete with nakedness…well, with pants, but hell, forget prudish, it’s the culture and we feel scrubbed and amazing!)
Food thats authentic and markets…if you’re a pirate dvd lover, these markets are for you, also if you love bits and bobs…please just watch your bags…please…
here’s a couple of images from Casablanca…No pics of the market at the small children who try to sell you temporary tattoo also rifle through your bags at the same time so no piccies of there as i didn’t dare take my camera from the bag!
Spa is amazing, if you go to Casablanca, go to Le Pascha, as long as you don’t mind hanging around a turkish bath rather naked,you’re good to go! (we’re dancers and singers, so used to being naked backstage!)
Resturant was fab, great food, would recommend the lamb in any form!
My hairs smells like a small Italian town,it smells like the bonfire in the distance and the fog that has trying to get us since early evening. I love smelling like outdoors,im a very scent orientated person.But i wont smell like then when im onboard.Thats one of the things you miss when you embark.Smelling like real land.Before i left i remember standing outside the back of conservatory and just inhaling the scent of everything.I think english trees have very particular smell,they smell green and damp and familiar.I get a similar feeling when i have been riding the back of a motor cycle.My hair smells like the fumes mixed with the wind,Its one of my favourite smells.
But for now i will go to bed content that i can still smell the real world just before i go to live on a ship that has no natural scents,just its own unique make believe ones.
(This was written back in Sept but it’s all still true so i have published it 
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