60 seconds

Exactly sixty seconds... That's how long one minute takes. Though, sometimes, it looks like ages. Today was one of those days. I was exhausted and wanted to go home as soon as possible. So I was staring at my watch the whole day long. Time was crawling by... Like a snail... S...e...c...o...n...d after s...e...c...o...n...d. You got my point, right? Time just didn't want to pass. After a while I decided to open PhotoShop. The guy staring at my screen gave me a strange look and I gave him the "mind your own damn business"-look. The prof decided to end early today. Mehn was I happy!

My back is still killing me. Yesterday, I decided to pick up some books. Not all of them because that would be too heavy. So I decided to take five books. Pfff! Heavy! It was already five kg. That's one kg a book. From now on they print the books recto/verso. How heavy would they have been if they only were printed recto? ten kg?! So now my shoulder is dislocated from the heavy handbag, back is killing me and my heart, well my heart was in my boots... I will never be able to stuff all of that in my head... I will never be able to stuff all those pages in my head... And I didn't even get all my books. Much more to come! Oh boy...

October 11th, a big red mark in my agenda. I just received confirmation from Brussels Airport that Sheriff can leave the airport while he is in transit... Yay! I'll only be able to see him for a couple of hours, but that's already more than enough! Every second I can spend with him is a blessing. Now we are at him: some days ago I was listening to a love song that I heard millions of times before, but I never had the "it" feeling. Until yesterday! I was listening to it again and all of the sudden I got chills running down my spine. Smoochy love songs only have a meaning when you have someone special in mind. I know that you had some bad experiences with Nigerians, but still, this one is for you. PS: get well soon!

I dey miss you die
I dey beg you
make you try to understand
there's no one like you
and I wonder why
Why it is any time I dey with another person
I dey think about you
Now I realise
I dey think about you everyday
I truly no get anything to say
I really think I'm going insane

There is this TV-show on television for some weeks now. It is a Flemish production called Voorbij de grens (can be translated as beyond limits). It is about ten adults who each have a disability. Some are nearly blind, other ones paralized or missing legs/arms. Yet another person has the Wiedeman-Rautenstrauch syndrome, and the other person is deaf. Each one has his own way to handle the disability. Some have accepted it, other will never be able to accept it. But yet these ten persons dared a trip to Nicaragua where they climb the highest mountain, enter the jungle... Last episode you saw how a paralised woman, Anita, was strugling to get on the mountain. Almost pulling herself up, only using the strength of her arms. She was exhaused and suffering, yet she refused to give up. Or this other person, Sam, who was born with only short arms and legs (no hands nor feet). He went, literally, beyond his limits and he crashed. But they all have one thing in common: the will to fight, to show they are not less than a normal person. And they succeed to do so because they work together as a team. It is truly admirable what they did and the way they did it. Nuff respect!