Singstar

Patience, a word that is just not in my dictionary. Yesterday mom and I drove my grandparents car to the yearly motor vehicle inspection for cars older than three year. So we were standing in line for ten minutes or so and I already started to get all bored and stuff… Luckily I found this duster in the cupboard of the car so I could give it a clean out to pass time. I wonder how many years it has been since the inside of the car last saw a vacuum cleaner. I would roughly guess a year of three, maybe four… Anyway, when we were already in half, we neared the sign that calculates the waiting time and it said forty-two minutes. I think I the courage was in my shoes at that time. I praised myself lucky the weather wasn’t as warm as few days ago because the car doesn’t have air conditioning, nor does it have a radio! And off course, the one time I leave my handbag with laptop and iPod at home is when I needed it most. So what do we do when there is no radio around? Yes, correct guess, we start humming ourselves! The play list contained songs like Not The Girl by Dare, Invisible by Jennifer Hudson, Roll It Gal by Alison Hinds, Rehab by Amy Winehouse and just when I wanted to start Umbrella by Rihanna, it was finally our turn! I survived the waiting, yet I doubt the cars around me survived my singing skills… The car passed the inspection with easy by the way!

There are two things that can make or break a day, one is love and the other one is the weather. The first is right on track! I’ve never felt so good as I am feeling right now and it seems to affect my whole attitude. I’ve never been skinny and never pulled that much attention as some of my other female friends. But ever since I know Auguste, everyone says my self-confidence grew by the second and I am just shining so hard that it is impossible not to notice me… I think they are just playing me though because I am still low-key and haven’t changed my way of walking nor dressing… Okay, besides the large sunglasses then maybe… Anyway, for the first time in my life I feel 100% comfortable in my own skin, yet I feel just plain fat compared to his “chicken chest”. I think I will start an intensive course of Zumba real soon to get rid of all the baby fat and to regain some muscles I lost when I had to put horseback riding on hold or otherwise I don’t think anything will happen with the lights on if you know what I mean… Other subject, the weather! It has been such a lovely weather the past weeks, even a bit too lovely for the time of the year, but now it has changed the past few days. It’s cold and raining all the time. It just makes me depressed! I love waking up with the sun in my eyes, birds singing… but rain? Yuck! It has one advantage though; it allows me to catch up some sleep I lost while enjoying the sun. Whenever the sun is shining, I tend to cut back sleep drastically. On a “normal” day, I often sleep between seven to ten hours a day and during weekends even more, but once the sun is there again, it is barely five or six hours. So today I woke up around six in the morning, logged on to see if my sweetie was online, went back to bed until ten, logged on again, and yet again I went to bed. I woke up around twelve-thirty, had a quick lunch, fell asleep behind my laptop until my lazy bones was texted awake… After a wonderful conversation I made dinner and now I am going to take a nap until sweetie wakes me up again! What else can you do on a rainy day besides catching up sleep? Nothing!

The play-offs have begun again and I am putting all my hopes on the Miami Heat. After the disastrous 2007-2008 seasons where they ended last of the whole league, a new start would be surely welcome! From 2006 Champions to the worst team… But hey, beating the Atlanta Hawks must be possible so fingers crossed! It’s been 6 years ago that one of the best players ever, Michael Jordan retired for good. He was just amazing and I still remember some of his best dunks or alley-oops! Seeing him play was a true pleasure to the eye!

Happy Easter!

Someone should punish me for not blogging daily, as I should be supposed to… But anyhow, happy Easter everybody! I know it sounds silly, but when I woke up today I took a quick peak at the garden, just to check no one left any hidden eggs for me. Ha! Really, it used to be a tradition here. Mom and dad always hid chocolate eggs in the garden for me to look on Easter. The good old days…

Talking about that “the good old days”-feeling, mom convinced me to join her and some friends from down the street to the village fair yesterday evening, probably because they needed a responsible non-alcohol drinking persona in case they ended up drunk! But anyhow, it brought back flashbacks! When I used to be little, mom and I used to spend every Wednesday and Saturday at the yearly village fair! I always wanted to go fishing or horseback riding! Hours we’ve spend at the fishing stand or waiting for the highest horse to get available. Bringing back old memories for sure! The fishing got out of my blood once I grew up, but the horseback riding didn’t! I think that even after all those years I still adore horses and, even though I was forced to quit due to a busy university schedule, I am sure that if I would get on a horse right now, I would be sold again and will start riding again frequently.

Mom starts to understand that her little girl is growing up and isn’t so little anymore and I think it sometimes hurts, so I got to take it easy on her. Or the short pain? Haha, I am evil, but not that evil… Or am I? Back to the village fair, I haven’t noticed it at all, but mom got grumpy when she noticed that a guy has been staring at me for a long while. I honestly did not even pay attention to it because I was in deep thoughts.

And I have been enjoying my new sunglasses and handbag to the fullest the past few days! It has been amazing weather (yesterday it was even around 25°C) with a lot of sun! So I have been rocking town with my hair in a tight ponytail so I could show of my new loose tunic with very special neckline that is low cut on the back. This I combined with a dark straight cut jeans, my pointy shoes and to top it off, my bracelet, handbag and sunglasses! Yes, I brought the Hollywood glamour to Belgium! No, I am not a fashion victim, I am a Diva! I am fashion-conscious but this without blindly following the latest fashion trends. I still keep my own style and won’t wear anything I don’t like, even though it is fashionable at that time.

Good news from my lip though! After a week of itching and barely being able to eat, drink and talk, it seems to be healing quite well. I still can’t move my lip like I am used to, but at least I can do most movements without pain or bleeding. But the ankle isn’t healed yet. It has been hurting for over a month now and I think I really need to X-ray it to check what is wrong. It is the same ankle I sprained like 5 years ago. It had every possible color of the rainbow back then and swollen for almost two weeks, but it healed and I never even went to see a doctor. It doesn’t look swollen now, nor does it look blue or anything, it is just these heavy pain ticks when I put pressure on the tips of my toes or stretch them…

Did anyone see those images of the earthquakes in Central Italy of the past week? Over 200 people died and the youngest one was only few months old. An estimated 1 out of 7 people that lived in the area died. I don’t want to think about that happening in my town. It is really such an awful thing… One brave woman of over 90 years old testified that she was knitting while she was waiting to be rescued! I don’t think I would have been able to keep myself that relaxed as her if I was covered under furniture and the remaining of a house. I would most likely have started to hyperventilate…

This year it has been 15 years ago the Rwandan Genocide took place. I saw a documentary of Peter Verlinden on the subject. He works for the Belgian news and is known for his Great Lake-area journalistic work. Certain things are never questioned about this tragic event. Paul Kagame has always been seen as the savior and the one that ended the tragic event, but some say that he is just as bad as the Interahamwe because his final goal was gaining political powers.

History of a Genocide, Kagame's FPR marches on, "The Killing Fields", Why the Belgians had to die and Apologies to a criminal as Kagame are misplaced. All documentaries are taken from the redactie.be news site and are either in Dutch or French with few English.

I'm spoiled!

I fell with my butt in the butter the past few weeks. Last Friday I got this amazing new Guess handbag because my old one was totally wore out. Yesterday I also got new D&G sunglasses. Thank you mom for both, you are the best! I just hope that next season the sunglasses won’t go from huge to small, otherwise I am screwed. I would really hate it if I can only wear them one season. Mehn, he’s right, I am a fashion victim. I so hate it when he is right and I’m wrong.

I want to go to NYC so badly. You would think that after nagging about it for some days, my parents would get tired of it and let me go, right? I really hope this is the case because my whole heart, body, mind and soul is aching and longing to go… Keep your fingers crossed for me please!

Last night I was able to, through the help of a friend, lay my hands on the new Dare Art Alade album, un.DAREY.ted. He is one of my favorite Nigerian R&B artists, after P-Square of course. What caught my attention is that, just like on his previous album, he chooses the normal English language as the main language on the CD, just like he did on his first album, From Me 2 U. Only few tracks contained the Nigerian Pidgin English, one of them being the club banger, Carry Dey Go. But Dare got such a warm yet powerful voice. The best example is Not The Girl. This song is not really what you would expect from an R&B song, it has more this opera feeling to me, but after few listening, I did get to appreciate it, mainly because of the powerful voice and lyrics. Not his best slow song, which is Brown Eyed Angel from his precious album, but most definitely the best vocal performance.

I had this small accident while brushing my teeth a couple of days ago. While I was eagerly scrubbing my teeth, I had to sneeze (yes, the flu struck again) and did not remove my toothbrush… So the brush hit the small membrane that is situated between the lip and the under middle two teeth. Now that membrane teared a little bit! Eating, drinking, laughing, speaking,… it is all a torture. It kind of hurts a lot and doesn’t seem to get better at all.

Remembrance

In Remembrance of those who lost their lives or loved ones during the horrible 1994 Rwandan Genocide. May history never repeat itself.

Summertime

Not only the hour switched to summer time, but also the weather! Today it was really the best day of the year so far. It was 28°C in the sun, what is really warm for the time of the year. So what did this little lady do after class… Of course she hit the shopping streets! What is more fun than walking through the cozy yet busy Antwerp shopping streets? Hmm, hitting those shopping streets, hand in hand with that one special person maybe? Yes well, soon, very soon. Mr. Y wouldn’t mind the sun neither since he loves showing off his muscles… Haha, I did not just say that, now did I?

Whilst shopping I ran into an old friend from back in high school. She said I still looked as snobbish as I used to look back in high school. I think I was shocked. I am not a snob, I just like nice clothes and sometimes they are expensive, other times they are fairly cheap. I think she just bumped into me on a wrong day… Even though I didn’t wear extremely expensive things… Chantelle bra: 75 euro, Scapa top: 75 euro, Street One jeans: 69 euro, Silver leather Bikkembergs sneakers: 170 euro, Guess watch 160 euro, stainless steal bracelet: 100 euro, Gucci sunglasses: 390 euro and black leather handbag from Guess: 165 euro. That makes a total of 1.204 euro. It is not that horrible, right? I mean, the sneakers are 6 years old, the bracelet is 7 years old, the watch is 3 years old and the sunglasses used to belong to my mother but her eyes got bad so she can’t see through it any longer. So that makes that only the jeans, top, bra and handbag are from this or past season…

About fashion, I still keep smiling about this one quote from Mr. Y that goes like this: “If it wouldn’t hurt my business, I would be dressing like a thug”. Thank you lord for the business then! Haha! But what is so fashionable about the thug style? Jeans that are sagging on the knees, T-shirts that are four sizes too large,… I would constantly pull up his pants or even buy him suspenders for his birthday as a clear hint I don’t like the jeans. But I guess that he can wear whatever he wants because I hate it too when people tell me what I should or should not wear.

My soul for Prada shoes

First of April, time really passes by really fast, too fast maybe. It’s been only yesterday that the new year had begun and already the first three months are over. It has been three educative months and I learnt who was true to me and who wasn’t. I learnt that maybe next time I should listen to the people that care about me, instead of being selfish and thinking I know everything better. But what I truly admire and appreciate is a person who I once hurt so much has the heart to forgive me and even give me another chance to give love and be loved. I cannot thank him enough for that wonderful gesture.

Today it has been 25 years since the legendary Marvin Gaye was shot death by his own father after a fight, one day before his 45th birthday. I wasn’t even born when he passed on too early, but his music lives on. I can’t help humming along when I hear Sexual Healing or I Heard It Through The Grapevine. Just legendary songs from a guy with such a strong yet soft voice.

April, April 6th to be precise, it was 15 years ago that the Rwandan Genocide begun. Well the date they officially put on that tragic event, but in real the killings started years before the plane was shut down. But then the killings weren’t orchestrated as after the presidential plane was shot down.

I want to trade my soul for Prada shoes! Allow me to explain myself. This morning I told my mother I had to go to university to print my paper. Mom used her puppy eyes on me that shoe would find it very friendly of me that I would go shopping with her afterwards. She knows how how much I hate shopping with her, but I would have felt so guilty if I denied her request. So now I need to go shopping tomorrow. I’ll be feeling like a child again, fitting all those clothes I don’t like but yet I try them on because mom likes them…

What I've learnt is that there are three types of men (four if you include the homosexual men). Type one is the man that does everything to avoid staring at a girl's décolleté and even stares unnaturally the other way, so he does not get tempted to stare. Type two are those men who act like they are sleeping and place the hand before the eye, but secretly they are staring though their fingers... The last type are those who just stare, like they don't care whether the girl notices it or not! I had all three types in front of me on the train today and yet I had no clue why they were staring because nothing to see!