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Djemaa El Fna 2015: Celebrating Moroccan Culture

Whether it’s a food truck festival or just a food market, I love them, because I love food. A couple of weeks ago was the last week of Park Spoor Oost in Antwerp. Park Spoor Oost used to be a rail station that wasn’t available to the people but was used for railway purposes from the port of Antwerp. It closed down years ago and that huge space was left empty. This summer they decide to organize food truck festivals, fun fairs, bars, and much more on Park Spoor Oost, and one of them was Djemaa El Fna.

Djemaa El Fna IDjemaa El Fna is the famous market place in Marrakesh, that is why the organizers decided to call the market like that because it reminded them of the food stands in Morocco. It gave it a try and here are some pictures I want to share with you.

Djemaa El Fna IIWe ate something from this place in Antwerp called Fez. I know Fez, I have been there, maybe 10 years ago, and I didn’t like it. But this time, they surprised me. The food was delicious! I had a Chicken Briwat (with powdered sugar on top) and small salads: red bell pepper salad, white cabbage salad and couscous salad, each and every salad was extremely delicious, but I’ll have to admit, my favorite was the cabbage salad. They added orange blossom water to each salad which made a delicious combo with the other ingredients. Next to the Briwat, my sister and I shared a Harira soup, delicious as well.

Djemaa El Fna IIIAt last, we went to a place to finish it all off with Moroccan mint tea.

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Djemaa El Fna IIIII loved this tray with all the ingredients you need to make Moroccan mint tea. It says: “What’s in mint tea?”

Djemaa El Fna VIThey were selling Mhajeb or stuffed Msemen. These are North African ‘pancakes’ stuffed with different kinds of stuffing.

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Djemaa El Fna VIIIConclusion: It was fun. I’ll give them the benefit of the doubt, as it is the first edition and not everything was in place. Maybe the weather played a roll in some stands being left empty. The food was delicious, there was definitely some animation (not enough to my taste), but as I said: I’ll give them the benefit of the doubt.

If you are interested in seeing more, I have uploaded a vlog on my YouTube channel:

I hope you enjoyed it, leave it in the comments down below and I’ll reply ASAP.

Until Next Time,

Love | Sarah

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Singlehood IIII: Freakshow of Stalkers!

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2014 went by and somehow wanted to make friends in my class, and so I did. I became friends with Zoë and Ines. By that time in 2015, I was still very much single. I wanted to retire from the department of Singlehood, but things started to change a bit in that department.

March 2015, last week of school before Spring break. My girls and I decide to have cocktails at a student bar in the basement of our faculty. Having fun with a couple of girls was refreshing. I haven’t done that in a long time and made me nostalgic of the good old days, when I would have drinks with one of my girlfriends in a famous cocktail bar called Absithbar/Appelmans, and we would judge the guys in the bar, being flirty with these guys, etc. It made me think that I desperately needed to get rid of my stubborn and faithful job of mine, at the department of Singlehood. 

Not too long before that, on a Saturday afternoon, while working out at the gym with my sister, a guy comes up to me. He isn’t good looking, has no hair, around 30 years old, small and has a heavy accent when speaking Dutch, asks me if the bottle of water on the other elliptical is mine. Like, I would take a whole elliptical next to me, just to put my water bottle on it, because I do not have any space on my elliptical to put my bottle, who by the way, WAS ON my machine and it was very visible. Logical thinking wasn’t his biggest strength. I told him that it wasn’t mine, as I moved that same bottle from the elliptical my sister wanted to use, on the one next to me. Anyway, the guy puts the bottle on the floor next to the elliptical and starts to work out. After 5 minutes, he stops, goes on a treadmill, doesn’t stop looking at me, like a big creep, stops his workout on the treadmill to come back to the elliptical next to me, to ask me: ‘Is this bottle of water laying on the floor yours?’ ARE YOU FREAKISHLY KIDDIN’ ME????? ARE YOU FO’ REALZ? I hold myself from screaming and told him politely: ‘Once more, it isn’t mine!’ I knew at that very moment, I had my very first stalker of the year 2015, in front of me. This situation nerve wrecked my sister. She cannot handle annoying guys, certainly not the ones from the gym. We continued our workout, went straight ahead on strength exercises and somehow the guy was always somewhere near us, watching us. He’d even find an excuse to talk to me, as I dropped my phone and he told me I should buy a case to protect my phone. Like, I know shit about phones and cases, sure! I answered with a very short answer, but he’d still continue talking to me. My sister was on the verge of exploding, and I was too. He suddenly asks me: ‘Can we talk?’ I told him I’d rather not as he can see I was working out with my sister. He answered with: ‘I could try, you know.’ I really, really, wanted to get rid of this dude and my prayers were answered as I saw him talking to another girl, not so long after he was talking to me. STALKER, BAD STALKER, DESPERATE STALKER, BOOHOO! 

The next few days, he kept on looking at me, trying to get with other girls but didn’t talk to me, THANK GOD! Somewhat around the same time, once more at the gym, I was working out on the treadmill and suddenly a guy comes in, looks at me, I looked at him and the way he looked at me, seemed like he had found the love of his life! HAHA! He looks much older than me, he wasn’t my style AT ALL, but somehow, I liked the fact that he had given me a couple of seconds of attention. He looked very shy as he looked away, a couple of seconds after I had looked back. That happened every single day we came across each other at the gym. 

I called him « Mister Stalker » even though he didn’t stalk me at all, but I didn’t know his name, and as the way he looked at me came across as « stalkerish », I called him like that. I would tell the girls in my class each week about what happened with Mister Stalker and they would laugh, as it was pretty funny to have an update on such a situation. A couple of weeks after I ‘met’ him for the first time, nothing had happened yet. I was running on the treadmill when I saw him walking by the gym. He came in, I was on the cool down mode and no other treadmill was free at that point. He saw me slowing down and came up to me and asked: « Finished? » I nod that I was finished and gave him the treadmill. At that point, I did not realize he didn’t speak Dutch and that his English was pretty basic. I was curious to know where he came from… 

Each week I am going to tell you a piece of my singlehood story and last relationship, that will lead us to where I am today. If you are interested in knowing more, stay tuned on my blog, because I will be posting an article each week to tell you more about it. I will not divulge any real names in it, if one day I use a name, I will make sure to change the name to another one, except if that person is okay with being named. Obviously, I am not sharing any specific details about my ex or any involved men. We’ll call him Mister Small Penis.

Until Next Time, 

Love | Sarah K.

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Vlog 1: Salsa Bocadero, Antwerp

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Hi, guys! Welcome to my very first vlog!! Hope you enjoy this video! To recap: I went to Beauty & Glamour by Inga, which is my favorite beauty salon, and next I went to the last edition of Salsa Bocadero in Antwerp. Please give it a thumbs up and subscribe to my channel to support my channel!

Until Next Time,

Love | Sarah K.

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Singlehood, Part III: Lawyered!

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Last time in Singlehood, Part II: I’m over Mister Small Penis:

By that time, I had gained ten kilograms since the relationship started, to April 2014. I did realize I was fat but somehow didn’t want to do anything about it. Dating people was not in my vocabulary. A friend told me about Tinder and I made an account, that wasn’t the best experience to be honest. I had a lot of matches, but all were more into sex and not into dating, the ones who were into dating were straight dumb assholes. This app made me insecure even more. I had gained a lot of weight and wasn’t going to show my naked self to any man on planet earth as long as I was looking like I did. College had gone worst, I had failed almost all my classes and couldn’t pass for them all in the resit period. I didn’t gain the required 50% and wasn’t allowed to study at this university anymore and didn’t see that coming. I had to make a choice ASAP and quickly decided I should go for a language teacher’s program. I came home crying after a week in that college, quit, and started Applied Linguistics all over again, in another university. By October 2014, still single. 

I couldn’t find my marks in here, I wasn’t friends with anyone, still thinking about last year where everything was great friendship wise. October went by, the first year anniversary of my sister’s death. I couldn’t believe it had been a year already. Update on my #YOLO project? Stil not very far, to be honest. I wasn’t in the mood either to yoloing the *ish out of everything. I felt like nothing. But at least, I wasn’t lying to my boyfriend about university, like Mister Small Penis did. About that story, Mister Small Penis told me he was in law school in Rotterdam when we met. At first, as I didn’t know Mister Small Penis, I believed him. You know, giving people the benefit of the doubt, right? After knowing him a bit, I quickly realized that him being in Law School is extremely ambitious. He was a slow minded person. He did speak his first language on a mother tongue level (I guess??) but, his English and Dutch were rotten and the rest of his polygotness, inexistent. He then told me his mom paid 8000 euros for his entire BA at Erasmus University while this is not how tuition goes in Holland. You pay year by year as you do not know if you can actually pass a year in college as you have to gain all credits back in order to pass to BA 2, fully. And back then tuition fee for a year in a Dutch College was around €1700,00 x 3 years in Law School = €5100,00. He also told me that he got a train abonnement from Antwerp to Rotterdam from the university, which after a little research, doesn’t exist. And when I confronted him with all these facts, he didn’t know what to say, as ‘Mommy did all the paperwork for him’. So, who are you trying to impress here, really? No one, indeed. Then, at the end of his so-called First BA in Law School, I asked him if he had any retakes to do (which you expect from a guy who isn’t that clever, I could even say, plain stupid.) and the answer was NO. He also had plenty of time to wake up around 10 during the finals, could study 3 to 4 hours a day and go to the gym at night like it’s all a piece of cake. Oh, oh! And he called me a couple of times during the academic year, telling me he was in class (in Holland, obviously) and hung on the phone for an hour, while I told him he shouldn’t call me as it is very expensive but he’d always tell me ‘Don’t worry, don’t worry, my mom pays the bill’ and as it an international phone call, I’d expect to pay half way through the conversation, but I never had to. And my true detective-self would found this to be strange and check his ‘flag’ on BBM that would tell me if he was in Holland yes or no and as I guessed, never of these times he would suppose to be in Holland, the Dutch flag would come up. NEVER.  

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So Mister Small Penis not only had a small penis, he was a filthy lying prick too. Oh, oh! I was Googling ‘Mister Small Penis’ to see if this term was already in use (but it wasn’t) and I found a picture of sizes of penises and conclusion: we should call him Mister Extra Small Penis, as a ‘small penis’ was bigger than his, but we’re not going to do that, as I like Mister Small Penis as a name. In my case a name, in his case a Lifestyle and fact. For some reason, I’d like to prank him at the moment. Just because I feel like I should give Karma a push in the back. I once told him that one day Karma would take him back and I’d be watching him on the front row, but that day hasn’t come yet, and I’m really in doubt about if that day will ever come. 

Karma did somehow hit him after the breakup. A little before the breakup, the gym we went to was going to swap from being a HealthCity (an all inclusive gym) to Basic-Fit (a basic no facilities gym). He obviously wasn’t going to workout in a basic gym, so he was going to switch to HealthCity in Berchem. I would too, as it was the closest to where the other gym was and I fully used the sauna, tanning bed, and other facilities. At that time, we were still together but he started weird conversations about the gym, quite often. Saying it wasn’t a good idea going to that gym in Berchem because all his friends were there, he couldn’t give me any attention, etc. Pure Bull crap, I ruminated about for days. Literally, a day before the final day our gym was a HealthCity, he broke up with me! Don’t you think it’s weird? I did! That’s why he didn’t convince me to swap to another HealthCity in the city. Starting from November 2012, I went to HealthCity Berchem, and he was there too. He’d see me every single day and he’d look down to the ground, as of he was ashamed. He’d better look down, that son of a *****! He somehow became my motivation to go to the gym, this way I’d stay thin. I got quickly over that gym, left it as it was far from where I live and moved to HealthCity Keyserlei, in the city. 

2014 went by and somehow wanted to make friends in my class, and so I did. I became friends with Zoë and Ines. By that time in 2015, I was still very much single. I wanted to retire from the department of Singlehood, but things started to change a bit in that department. 

Each week I am going to tell you a piece of my singlehood story and last relationship, that will lead us to where I am today. If you are interested in knowing more, stay tuned on my blog because I will be posting an article each week to tell you more about it. I will not divulge any real names in it, if one day I use a name, I will make sure to change the name to another one, except if that person is okay with being named. Obviously, I am not sharing any specific details about my ex or any involved men. We’ll call him Mister Small Penis.

Until Next Time, 

Love | Sarah K.

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The Whisper Challenge & The This or That Tag ft. Zoë Fellows

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Hi, guys! I did the Whisper Challenge with Zoë Fellows! We speak Dutch and English through the video (we call it Dunglish). Therefore, make sure to activate the subtitles. Zoë uploaded a video we did together on her channel: The This or That Tag (scroll down to see the video). Make sure to watch, comment and like it:
Zoë’s YT: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC1M_XzTxzv9S8Xr0DHoM0Lw
Zoë’s blog: http://foodfashionfabulousthings.tumblr.com
Hope you enjoy this video! Please give it a thumbs up and subscribe to my channel and Zoë’s!

Love | Sarah K.

 

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Singlehood, Part II: I’m over Mister Small Penis!

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Last week in Singlehood Part I: Damn it! It just got to me, he was one hell of an asshole and thinking about it made me realize why. I started cyberstalking him, to see what did chance in his life on social media, to see if he had someone else…

I’d gone through his BBM, WhatsApp, and Facebook. Suddenly, I see a girl post things on his wall, a little way too often, with ‘love’ emojis. Even though he stayed cool to all these messages, I knew this was just his way of hiding it. It got in my face like: That small-penised bastard had someone else! I don’t say he ‘cheated on me while we were together’ but to be with me he left his ‘booty call’ so why wouldn’t he leave me to be with this girl, right? I was fierce, I should have known that his leaving-his-bootycall-situation would turn out to be the same situation I’m in. I’m not going to lie, It got me down, but on the other hand, I kind of cyberstalked that girl and I quickly figured out that she has no future with him either. She isn’t religious, not from the same ethnic background and the background she is from, his mother hates the guts out of these people, #Racist. 

All the little things he said once just surfaced up to me. He once told me he was physically into these girls from ‘that ethnic background’. Now, the girl from ‘that ethnic background’ is suddenly pretty active on his Wall. She studies Law at the university, he told me he ‘studied’ law at the university (a lie I will talk about later). They are suddenly at the same parties ALL THE TIME. Come on, how much hints does a girl need to realize he was a sneaky bastard who used her? Oh and by the way, why do people who are overly active on social media with each other, are never on pictures together at these parties they are always at? Do you have something to hide, Mr. Small P.?

Sudden realization: he used me! I was just a past time baby till the next one arrived, but I’m sure she is just a past time baby too, till the next one arrives. It didn’t make me happy, but I thought: hey, I’m not the only one, so go on with your life, girl. That’s what I did. As I told you before, I went out, had too many drinks, great food and suddenly gained much weight. By the time I was completely done with him and wanted to meet new guys, I had gained so much weight that the insecureness got to me. I didn’t want to date any guy, any time soon. 

In the main time, I got my high school degree, went to college and that didn’t work out either. It became a whole mingle of things that gone wrong. I really felt like a piece of shit. I started college in January so I hadn’t had a full academic year. I fully started my first BA in October 2013, I met new people, made new friends and everything started to look like I was going to get a kick in the ass and everything would fall into place. There was a cute boy from abroad in my class and we got along (friendly speaking, bien sûr) but I quickly realized he had a girlfriend, #Bummer.  Okay, he has a girlfriend, so be it. He made me realize or made me make the click that I was 100% over Mister Small Penis. Unfortunately, my big sister died not so long ago, and not wanting to go into details, it didn’t better my situation. As she died very quickly, I decided that #YOLO was the way to go. I promised myself I would say yes to every invitation I got from friends. School was still a misery, I went out almost every single night, I belonged to a group of friends who were younger than I am and it fell good. I went to London with a couple of friends, had a blast all year round. But I forgot that I was single for one year and a half now. Did I care? I think I’ve got into the friend zone with… MYSELF! 

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By that time, I had gained ten kilograms since the relationship started, to April 2014. I did realize I was fat but somehow didn’t want to do anything about it. Dating people was not in my vocabulary. A friend told me about Tinder and I made an account, that wasn’t the best experience to be honest. I had a lot of matches but all were more into sex and not into dating, the ones who were into dating were straight dumbs assholes. This app made me insecure even more. I had gained a lot of weight and wasn’t going to show my naked self to any man on planet earth as long as I was looking like I did. College had gone worst, I had failed almost all my classes and couldn’t pass for them all in the resit period. I didn’t gain the required 50% and wasn’t allowed to study at this university anymore and didn’t see that coming. I had to make a choice ASAP and quickly decided I should go for a language teacher’s program. I came home crying after a week in that college, quit, and started Applied Linguistics all over again, in another university. By September 2014, still single. 

Each week I am going to tell you a piece of my singlehood story and last relationship, that will lead us to where I am today. If you are interested in knowing more, stay tuned on my blog because I will be posting an article each week to tell you more about it. I will not divulge any real names in it, if one day I use a name, I will make sure to change the name to another one, except if that person is okay with being named. Obviously, I am not sharing any specific details about my ex or any involved men. We’ll call him Mister Small Penis.

Until Next Time, 

Love | Sarah K.

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Recipe: Parve Poppy Seed Roll with Challah dough/Makowiec

PoppySeedChallahRollI was supposed to go on a healthier lifestyle as of August 1st, but my Mom came back from Poland the night before with 10 cans of Masa Makowa (Poppy Seed mix for Eastern European pastry/Makowiec filling). I asked her friend (the one who lives in Poland) to buy some cans so that my Mom could bring it back to Belgium for me (it is extremely expensive here in Belgium). I obviously didn’t ask for 10 cans, but Polish people multiply their generosity in literally every possible situation! <3

I felt the urge to make ‘Makowiec’ as I have 11 months to consume these cans (900 grams each!!! And I haven’t finished the first can yet!!!) I don’t know Polish cuisine, but I know the Ashkenazi Jewish cuisine, so I made Challah dough and added the store-bought filling and rolled it up! I can assure you, you are in for a treat! 

I hadn’t made Challah for a very long time and I figured out that the result was a little bit try, as I didn’t knead the dough that long (all by hand, to be clear). So, this is just a quick post because I had promised you to do so on my Facebook Page, but I’m obviously going to remake this recipe until the result is PERFECT! I just made two quick rolls, that weren’t rolled that well. Next time I will be providing you a much more detailed article with beautiful pictures.

I have to be honest, this Masa Makowa has a lot of orange (and other dried fruits) in it, and it is not my favorite mix. I’m planning (after the exams) to make my own version of the mix, with more nuts in it (Hungarian style), and will automatically make a recipe article about it! For the time being, we will make a homemade dough with a store-bought filling.

Ingredients for the dough:

  • 1 cup of half hot, half cold water
  • 2 packs of active dry yeast
  • 1 large egg, 2 egg yolks
  • 75 grams of granulated sugar
  • 75 ml of vegetable oil
  • 2 tablespoons of salt
  • 800 grams of flour

Ingredients for the egg wash:

  • 1 egg
  • A couple of tablespoons of water
  • 2 tablespoons of sugar

Ingredients for the filling:

  • Store-bought filling of your choice or follow the recipe of the filling of you choice (I have the Helio and Bakkaland fillings)

How to:

  • 1 cup of half hot, half cold water + 2 packs of active dry yeast // mix together and set aside for 5 min;
  • 1 large egg, 2 egg yolks, 75 grams of granulated sugar, 75 ml of vegetable oil, 2 tablespoons of salt // lightly beaten and mixed together;
  • After 5 min: add the cup of water with the risen yeast // mix well;
  • Add half a cup of lukewarm water to the mix // mix again;
  • Slowly add flour to the wet mixture // it should be around 4 cups of flower (800 grams);
  • Add more flour if the dough’s still sticky;
  • Add more water if you think you have not enough dough and according to that, add more water in order to make it sticky again;
  • Knead the dough for around 10 min in order to form a non-sticky ball of dough;
  • Place the dough in an oiled bowl, covered with plastic wrap and a clean kitchen towel, somewhere warm; 
  • Let it rise for 60 min, until the dough has tripled in size;
  • Punch the dough and cut the dough in the 3 to 4 parts // smaller or bigger loafs: make less or more parts;
  • Roll the ball of dough out until you have a thin layer of dough (not too thin, though);
  • Cut the edges in order to get a square;
  • Spread the filling on the entire surface of the dough and roll it until you have a cylinder shape dough;
  • Mix the ingredients for the egg wash together and brush it on the rolls;
  • Preheat your oven to 200 C° celsius;
  • Place your rolls onto a baking sheet, onto backing paper;
  • Bake the rolls for about 40 minutes; cover the rolls with aluminum foil if you see the rolls brown too quickly during these 40 minutes.

 

Until Next Time

Love | Sarah K.

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Knock Off: Urban Decay – Naked Flushed

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Good Day to you Beauty! Last review of the Urban Decay Knock offs I got on Aliexpress.com. I have had this one for a very long time, now. I love this palette, but not because of every product in this palette.

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The first thing on the left is a bronzer, it is positive and negative at the same time. Why? It’s positive because it’s not extremely dark, it is negative because the product won’t come off easily. I have to rub the brush onto the product for at least 10 seconds to set an ounce of visible product onto my skin. Basically, the bronzer is very hard and dry. The second product, in the middle, is a highlighter. I don’t know what happened here, but this highlighter is very crumbly, just like the eyeshadows of the Naked palettes. The highlight itself is very subtle, though. Then, the last product on the right side is a blush. I love the color of this blush! Unfortunately, the blush itself is just like the bronzer, very hard and dry (visible on the picture). I need lots of rubbing with my brush to get some blush on my cheeks. But the result is beautiful!

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Once more, pure rubbish written on the back of the palette. All by all, I am curious to buy the real deal to see if they are better in quality. If they are, this could become my ultimate favorite palette as it is very handy to have 3 in 1 and I’m in love with the blush anyway.

I hope you enjoyed this short review, let me know what you think of the Naked Flushed in the comments down below.

Until Next Time,

Love | Sarah K.

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KonMari Method Part IIII: Decluttering my Shoe Stash

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Hi, guys! Welcome to my KonMari Method video, part IIII! Today I’m cleaning out my shoe stash! I ended up keeping 27 pairs of shoes and after making this video I got and bought 3 pairs of sandals and a pair of Adidas Superstar; now I officially have 31 pairs of shoes (shoes I’m wearing at home not included) The black shoe storage is from Ikea and is called Trones, my off-white closet is from Ikea too and is called Brimnes. Hope you enjoy the video! Please give it a thumbs up and subscribe to my channel! Together we slowly getting towards a clean home!

Until Next Time,

Love | Sarah K.

 

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Column: Singlehood, Part I – Throwback Thursday to three years ago

Column Singlehood - BannerI have been single for a little less than 3 years now, and I feel that I should write about it, because it may be time for me to change that. Before I tell you why I should change my relationship status, I should tell you about my last one: 

Three years ago I was in a toxic relationship with someone I knew, it wouldn’t last forever. We did not share the same religious views (he was more religious than I am) and belongs to a family who looks down on people who are not from the same religious, ethnic and financial background than they are. Lucky him, we didn’t share anything in common on all three points, that was promising! He seemed sweet at first, and I myself didn’t have lots of boyfriends and found this to be the perfect opportunity to date him, even though, we were like ‘best friends’ at first and I knew by dating him, that the friendship would end at some point; I did it anyways. The only thing I gained out of this is the experience of having a 9-months-lasting-relationship, really, nothing else. 

After a six months relationship, the last summer of the relationship (around this time, three years ago), I wasn’t a happy person. It made me realize what we had was toxic and I should end it, ASAP. I did not, because I did not know how. As I was an unhappy person, I made him feel miserable from time to time and one day he just broke up with me (Halloween 2012), BOOM: trick or treat! I thought that this was my opportunity, I was free and felt that I should make him feel as he was the bad guy in this story, ‘cause he really just was, at the end. Me, being a great actress, I showed him what I got; I made him feel as I was madly in love with him, while I was not. We had a talk, face to face, and even though, I have to admit it, I was sad and had a hard time speaking, a part of me was still acting. For instance, when we had that talk, we had it in the apartment of a friend,  at the end we had nothing to say to each other and I decided to leave. As I knew he would follow 5 minutes later, I decided to stay in the elevator and pretend to cry in there, to make the bastard feel guilty. I know, it was evil, but he pretended to be sad too while this was all a joke to him. What a scumbag! I felt bad but still, I was convincing myself that he would regret it, wanted to start fresh and this could be the opportunity for me to break up with HIM! Yes, mam, I’ve got it all planned out! Unfortunately (or not), he was serious about the breakup and it finally got to me. He had someone else! I cried for a week, did not eat for 36 hours, lost 3 kilos and ended up depressed for six months. 

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During these six months, I cried over romantic songs I’m usually not emotional about; cried on the phone to a friend of mine about him ALL THE F-ING TIME; went out so much I gained so much weight that I ended up being disgusting. What I think broke me, was the fact that he broke up with me and not the other way around. I felt like I was the weak person who got broken up with. After six months, the crying ended, the depression: so-so. I was still depressed, but at least I did not cry over him anymore. Because, why would I? I was not even in love with him! He was definitely not my type; the sex was horrible; he literally had the smallest penis I had ever seen and the last six months of the relationship, he barely gave me any attention. Damn it! It just got to me, he was one hell of an asshole and thinking about it made me realize why. I started cyberstalking Mister Small Penis, to see what did chance in his life on social media to see if he had someone else…

Each week I am going to tell you a piece of my singlehood story and last relationship, that will lead us to where I am today. If you are interested in knowing more, stay tuned on my blog because I will be posting an article each week to tell you more about it. I will not divulge any real names in it, if one day I use a name, I will make sure to change the name to another one, except if that person is okay with being named. Obviously, I am not sharing any specific details about my ex or any involved men. We’ll call him Mister Small Penis.

Until Next Time, 

Love | Sarah K.

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