Christmas and New Year are finally over. Back to my quiet old life with normal food instead of those large meals with a lot of oils and sugars. My stomach isn't used to that any longer because I have this unhealthy habit of only eating once a day. So now I all of the sudden my stomach had to absorb it all... Believe me, I had moments I felt so nauseas and couldn't even smell food anymore without turning green!
Today I had to go to Antwerp town to wire some money through MoneyGram. I was already fearing this long like like the last time so I went early, otherwise the money might not arrive on time. Arriving there around 10.30 AM, I was shocked! The whole office was empty! Guess no one likes to wake up early... This doesn't mean that from now on I will wake up early though. I need my beauty sleep in the morning/forenoon. lol
Afterwards I hollered at this Nigerian guy who used to work for the Belgian internal affairs and often translates for them. He is also one of the influential men from the African community in both Antwerp and Brussels. I knew he could help me clarify many aspects about the real deal behind visa applications. So far I only heard few stories from a couple of friends (who successfully passed the procedure) and I wanted to hear the other side too. I must say it didn't disappoint me as much as I thought it would. He made it clear that it might be a hard fight, but most certainly not a lost fight.
He also introduced me to this guy who turns out the be the European Boxing Champion. Never heard of him and that worked on the laughter of many people because he is something like Antwerp's protégé. His name is Sugar Jackson (who calls his son Sugar???) and apart from the boxer's nose, he didn't even look like a boxer. I would imagine boxers being this tall and muscled guys like Muhammad Ali in his glory days, but nothing special about this guy... Wouldn't even look at him if he passed me on the street.
Talking about looking at guys on the street, I don't do that any longer! Before I knew Sheriff, friends and I were often rating the people (both male and female) that passed our path on the street, but since I'm with my hubby I'm always with my head somewhere up in the sky. So far the distraction has not yet caused accidents (like walking against a door) but I'm tempting the odds for over 5 months already so I have the feeling it might happen sooner or later. Well a huge bump on my forehead has its charms too, right?
I love going to university and all but once a year I can say it sucks. We have exams this January and you never guess when reduction month starts... Yes you guessed it correctly: January. So this means I can't go shopping and I need now clothes! I barely have clothes to pass the week. In total I have 3 hoodies and one sweater for the winter and that is it. So suppose we end up without electricity or no washing machine during the weekend, I will have to go to school in my bra the next week... And that is meant for Sheriff's eyes only!
I'm hungry so blog later!
Today I had to go to Antwerp town to wire some money through MoneyGram. I was already fearing this long like like the last time so I went early, otherwise the money might not arrive on time. Arriving there around 10.30 AM, I was shocked! The whole office was empty! Guess no one likes to wake up early... This doesn't mean that from now on I will wake up early though. I need my beauty sleep in the morning/forenoon. lol
Afterwards I hollered at this Nigerian guy who used to work for the Belgian internal affairs and often translates for them. He is also one of the influential men from the African community in both Antwerp and Brussels. I knew he could help me clarify many aspects about the real deal behind visa applications. So far I only heard few stories from a couple of friends (who successfully passed the procedure) and I wanted to hear the other side too. I must say it didn't disappoint me as much as I thought it would. He made it clear that it might be a hard fight, but most certainly not a lost fight.
He also introduced me to this guy who turns out the be the European Boxing Champion. Never heard of him and that worked on the laughter of many people because he is something like Antwerp's protégé. His name is Sugar Jackson (who calls his son Sugar???) and apart from the boxer's nose, he didn't even look like a boxer. I would imagine boxers being this tall and muscled guys like Muhammad Ali in his glory days, but nothing special about this guy... Wouldn't even look at him if he passed me on the street.
Talking about looking at guys on the street, I don't do that any longer! Before I knew Sheriff, friends and I were often rating the people (both male and female) that passed our path on the street, but since I'm with my hubby I'm always with my head somewhere up in the sky. So far the distraction has not yet caused accidents (like walking against a door) but I'm tempting the odds for over 5 months already so I have the feeling it might happen sooner or later. Well a huge bump on my forehead has its charms too, right?
I love going to university and all but once a year I can say it sucks. We have exams this January and you never guess when reduction month starts... Yes you guessed it correctly: January. So this means I can't go shopping and I need now clothes! I barely have clothes to pass the week. In total I have 3 hoodies and one sweater for the winter and that is it. So suppose we end up without electricity or no washing machine during the weekend, I will have to go to school in my bra the next week... And that is meant for Sheriff's eyes only!
I'm hungry so blog later!
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