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Packing Light: Suitcase Edition

Onlangs ging ik voor een paar dagen naar Dublin in Ierland. Ik besloot een video te maken van hoe ik mijn valise inpak. Ik nam niet veel mee, maar kwam met veel terug! Ik inspireer me altijd van de KonMari methode, waar ik al enkele video’s van heb gemaakt. Enjoy the video!

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Weekboek II: Wandelen

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Een ding dat ik voor het nieuwe jaar ben begonnen, dus technisch gezien niet bij mijn “goede voornemens” hoort, is dat ik ben beginnen wandelen. Begrijp me niet verkeerd, ik wandelde al, maar nu is het echt wel next level wandelen. Ik bedacht me ineens dat ik wel wat meer frisse lucht kon gebruiken, en met dit zacht weertje hier in Antwerpen, besloot ik op een zondag namiddag te gaan wandelen en wat van de buurt te verkennen.

Ik woon al 24 jaar (aka héél mijn leven) in Borgerhout en ik ken mijn buurt goed maar op een gegeven moment ben ik niet meer met interesse door mijn buurt heen gegaan en ben ik bepaalde plekken gewoon vergeten! Ondertussen zijn we zoveel jaren verder en ontdekte ik dat ik straatnamen vergeten was, en dat ik bepaalde pleinen hun evolutie niet had meegemaakt. Ik werd daar stiekem droevig van en besloot er iets aan te veranderen. Ik besloot minstens één keer per week (bijvoorbeeld op zondag) een wandeling door mijn stad te doen.

De laatste zondag van 2015 ging ik door heel Borgerhout, deels Antwerpen-Noord en Deurne heen. Ik ging mezelf een koude koffie halen uit de supermarkt, en weg was ik. Me, my coffee & basketsloefkes gingen ervoor. Het leek mij alsof ik een eeuwigheid weg was, maar eigenlijk was ik maar drie kwartier buiten. Ik verschoot dat de wijk achter mijn straat ineens zo veranderd was, hoe het pleintje waar ik als kind speelde helemaal gepimpt was, hoe weinig mensen er wel op straat zijn op zo’n zondag namiddag. Deze wandeling deed me goed, en ik besloot dit tot mijn routine toe te voegen: elke zondag, in de late ochtend maak ik een wandeling en stop ik even ergens voor een koffie om er aan mijn blog te werken of wat in te halen op gebied van lecture.

Dat deed ik ook de eerste zondag van het jaar. Man, wat een drukte! Het was koopzondag, en solden daar bovenop, wat haat ik dat! Dit doe ik dus nooit meer! De straten waren druk en ongezellig, en wou nog eens na lange tijd naar Caffènation, wat vroeger mijn favoriete koffiebar was, en het was er zo druk, maar voor de lekkere Flat Whites en Lattes kom ik graag terug, maar dan niet op een koopzondag of tijdens de soldenmaanden.

De blokperiode is toch officieel van start gegaan. Lange wandelingen zal ik dus de komende weken niet meer maken, en lang in Caffènation zal ik niet blijven zitten. Ik moet mij dringend eens focussen op mijn boeken en syllabi, wat trouwens op mijn goede-voornemens-lijst stond…

Tweewekelijks breng ik een weekboek uit, waarin ik zal zagen en klagen over mijn leven: over het daten en vooral niet daten, over het dieten, over het sporten en het studeren en over alles wat er tussenin gebeurt. Ik klaag ook graag op Twitter en Instagram dus als je een glimp van mijn leven wilt volgen op social media, moet jij je vooral niet generen om mij te volgen: Twitter: @sarahkafif, Instagram: @sarahkafif 

Until Next Time,

Love | Sarah K.

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Weekboek I: Ik zweer het, 2016 wordt mijn jaar.

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Ik zweer het, 2016 wordt mijn jaar.

Het moet eens gedaan zijn met slecht leven, eten, studeren, sporten, etc. Ik bedoel, ik ben ook goed in andere dingen, bijvoorbeeld: single zijn, stevig eten, Uno, series binge watchen. Enfin, je ziet me al afkomen, ik ben kei goed in zagen en klagen over het feit dat ik single ben, veel te veel naar series kijk, niet genoeg studeer, sport en date, en het feit dat ik supergraag eet en het natuurlijk via mijn lichaam toon, aan de hand van… love handles.

Maar echt waar hé, ik zweer het, 2016 moet gewoon mijn jaar worden, waar ik alles fix dat er gefixt moet worden, waar ik aan mijn dromen en goals werk, en vooral waar ik op mijn blog zaag en klaag over mijn taferelen van het jaar.

Ik begin het jaar altijd goed. Met voornemens, uiteraard. Dit jaar, zoals elk ander jaar neem ik mezelf voor om:

1. te gaan diëten, neen GEZOND te gaan LEVEN en dit vol te houden, uiteraard;

2. Meer te gaan sporten en een afgetraind lichaam hebben, waar men U tegen zegt;

3. Eindelijk eens op date gaan, na al die jaren, m.a.w. niet meer single zijn;

4. Eindelijk eens op vakantie gaan, na al die jaren;

5. Mijn blog en YouTube kanaal wat meer updaten en nu volledig in het Nederlands;

6. Voor al mijn examens erdoor zijn en eens oprecht gerustgesteld zijn dat ik niet weer eens ga falen.

Ik heb dus 6 voornemens die deze keer echt moeten uitkomen want ik geraak er gefrustreerd van. Want ik zit al ongeveer 3 jaar in mijn schulp en ik moet er dringend uit zien te komen. Oh 2016, ik heb op je gewacht, en daar ben je eindelijk! Laten we samen een team vormen, en het samen maken.

Tweewekelijks breng ik een weekboek uit, waarin ik zal zagen en klagen over mijn leven: over het daten en vooral niet daten, over het dieten, over het sporten en het studeren en over alles wat er tussenin gebeurt. Ik klaag ook graag op Twitter en Instagram dus als je een glimp van mijn leven wilt volgen op social media, moet jij je vooral niet generen om mij te volgen: Twitter: @sarahkafif, Instagram: @sarahkafif 

Until Next Time,

Love | Sarah K.

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Vlog 4: Hanukkah & Radiohuis Leuven

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Hi, guys! Welcome to my video! This week is Hanukkah and I wanted to show you around a bit in the Jewish neighborhood in Antwerp on the first day of Hanukkah! Next thing I did is visit the ‘Radiohuis’ in Leuven. A museum and radio station about the 100th anniversary of the radio. Hope you enjoy the video! Please give it a thumbs up and subscribe to my channel!

Until Next Time,

Love | Sarah Kafif

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Singlehood: About Halloween Night!

Column Singlehood - Banner3 years ago, on October 31st I became single, after a 9-month toxic relationship. You know about that if you read my previous columns. Zozo and I decided to go out and dress up a bit on Halloween. She went as a Playboy Bunny and I went as Minnie Mouse. We found a party to go to in a latin bar and decided to have fun.

I didn’t know if being single that day was a curse or a blessing. Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy to be single as I’m not confronted to a stupid man I’m killing my time with. But, on the other hand, I obviously miss dating a guy.

For some reason, that night we met a bunch of guys, and we were okay with that, as we like to observe people. HAHA! First off, we started the night at a bar we didn’t know. As we were dressed up, we got free shots. That was pretty cool and the bartender did look cute (even though it is hard to tell as he had the joker makeup all over his face, so maybe he could have been an ugly beast, once make up removed!). The party there wasn’t our jam, the people were much older, and we kind off got stalked by some drunken dude. We decided to move to that Halloween party in Cuba Bella, our local latin club across the street.

We were dancing in the middle of the dancefloor, all by ourselves, without being interrupted by anyone, until Zozo got to talk to a guy who wanted to dance with her. She had met hem previously and promised to dance with him “next time”, and I guess “next time” was this time. His friend asked me to dance, and I couldn’t say no because Zozo was dancing and it would be awkward if I said no. Even though the guy wasn’t my thing, and he was walking around in a tank top; yes, a freaking TANK TOP! Oh my lord, please! Once we started to dance, I really felt bad, I didn’t feel comfortable with him. It really annoyed me. Because, let’s face it, Mr. Tank Top wasn’t the ideal dance partner. This song couldn’t come to an end, and I was fully ignoring the guy I was dancing with. Awkward level 1555! Finally! We were done! ‘Come Zozo, let’s see what the other side of the bar has to offer.’ And off we went!

We sat in front of the bar were Italian tourists were standing too. For some reason, there was a tiny, chubby, blond Italian guy who thought I was pretty with my Minnie Mouse ears. So unfortunate I don’t fall for tiny, chubby and blond Italian men. So, I crossed him off my list. His friend had a thing for Zozo and asked us if we wanted to drink something, but we didn’t want to. To joke I told him the guy I was chitchatting with wanted to drink, and the Italian guy started to laugh and disappeared. 5 minutes later he came back with beer so, I said to the guy: “You should thank me for the drink, ’cause it’s because of me you got it!” We started to laugh, Zozo joined, his friends joined and we started to have a ‘group’ conversation.

I was totally not paying attention to his friend and I was totally not that friendly with him but for some reason, that guy told Zozo we had a connection! Exceezemewhat? A CONNECTION? WHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHHA! The best laugh I ever had. Let’s call him Mr. Rico, because that is the name he gave Zozo. Apparently Mr. Rico had a thing for me. I did not. He told me he was half Algerian, half Portuguese, after I told him I had Algerian roots. What a coincident, don’t you think? He did not speak Portuguese and he had a very Moroccan last name. Another coincident is that when I told him I live in Boho, he apparently lives in the most famous streets of Boho.

That’s why I don’t trust men that much anymore. Too many coincidences at once. He asked for my Facebook, I did not give him. He asked me how he could find me, I told him he would if it was meant to be. At this point, one month later, he still ain’t find me on that damned platform. It’s better like that. But Zozo, gave her number to his friend, which ended being a total disaster…

Each month I am going to tell you a piece of my singlehood story and my 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 month 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. 

Until Next Time, 

Love | Sarah K.

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Vegan Red Lentil Soup w/ Ptitim – מרק עדשים עם פתיתים

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Hi, guys! Welcome to my video! This is my all-time fall favorite: a vegan red lentil soup. For this recipe, I added Ptitim/Pearl Couscous, this way it is consistent enough to be an entire meal. If you omit the pasta it will be low in carbs, so super delicious, vegan and healthy. This is my own creation so please, make this soup but don’t share this recipe on other websites without my permission. Hope you enjoy this video! Please give it a thumbs up and subscribe to my channel!

Recipe: 

1 cup red lentils

2 big carrots

1 or 2 onions

2 gloves of garlic

2 liters of water

1 small can of tomato paste

2 cubes of vegetable stock

2 tablespoons of olive oil 

2 tablespoons of cumin

2 tablespoons of curcuma

2 tablespoons of paprika 

1 tablespoon of black pepper

A bit of salt to taste (I often omit this ingredient)

Directions:

  • Sautée the onion and garlic in olive oil;
  • Add half of all the spices;
  • After 1 minute or 2, add the diced carrots, sautée for a minute or two as well;
  • Add the red lentils, mix it with all the other ingredients;
  • Add the rest of the spices; the bouillon cubes; water and tomato paste;
  • Mix well and simmer for 20 to 30 minutes on a medium heat;
  • Mix the soup with a mixer;
  • Taste the soup to check if the seasoning is right, if not, add spices to taste, add water to the desired consistency;
  • Add the ptitim/pearl couscous and cook it following the packaging instructions.
  • Ready to serve, enjoy!

Until Next Time,

Love | Sarah K.

 

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Singlehood V: Miss Detective on a Mission

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I haven’t written a column for a long time because my laptop did an update and erased all the Notes I had, meaning everything I had prepared for my blog. Thank you very much, MacBook! I was so pissed that I didn’t open Notes for a long time, and here I am. Now, I have decided that I wouldn’t update the column weekly because I don’t have enough ‘stories’ to keep on rambling about, on my Singlehood, so I will upload one each month.

Anyway, last time I was talking about Mr. Stalker, whom I have talked to for the first time at the treadmill at my local gym. I didn’t realize he didn’t speak Dutch and his English was basic.

By that time, I had updated all my class maids about him, and a couple of friends. I told this story about the treadmill to a friend of mine, and if you don’t remember the story, here it is: 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.

This friend started laughing and told me it could come on handy to know the verb « finish » in other situations. I thought this was pretty hilarious. I like dirty jokes because I have a dirty mind. From that moment on I started to call him Mr. Finished, because that is just plain hilarious! 😉

Mr. Finished kept on eye-stalking me for months, and I kept being shy in his presence. No idea why, though. I don’t look him in the eye, I make sure I’m not too close to him at the gym. Somewhere, I’m scared he starts talking to me while I may not understand him and that is awkward.

But I was still curious to know where he was from. He does not speak Dutch, means he hasn’t been living in Belgium for a very long time. From the English I have heard from him, it’s pretty basic. The only language I know he speaks fluently is Arabic, but he has a weird accent, though. I’m not an expert on Middle Eastern Arabic, but it didn’t sound familiar to me. So, I’m such a curious person (my nickname is Detective), I decided to ask in a Facebook Group called Polyglots, what kind of Arabic it could be. Some gave me ideas but they couldn’t help me with the few information I had.

By that time, Ramadan was on, and I saw him eating and drinking in public. It kind of shocked me, as I expected him to be Muslim. Well, he could be a non-religious Muslim but as he probably just emigrated, most of these people are still pretty religious so I crossed that off my list. That made me think, again. With this whole situation in the Middle East, he could be a refugee (or ex-refugee probably) and where do non-Muslim refugees, from the Middle East come from these days? Iraq and Syria. My conclusion was: He must be a Yezidi. I started looking up information about the Yezidi people and indeed they are not Muslim (that is why they are persecuted) and some of them do speak Arabic at home, but they may have a different dialect from other standard-ish Iraqi Arabic.

That explained a lot about my thoughts, and I was pretty proud of myself that I had accomplished this whole mystery by myself. Well, I’m still not sure if he’s a Yezidi but he is got a friend at the gym who walks in a tank top and has a tattoo saying Yezidi on his arm so how obvious can it be? They’re always together, speak the same language, so I’m pretty sure this is the answer to my question. And that, made me curious even more…

Each month I am going to tell you a piece of my singlehood story and my 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. 

Until Next Time, 

Love | Sarah K.

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Vlog 3: My 24th Birthday w/ Zoë Fellows & Ines Leroy

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Hi, guys! Welcome to another vlog! I celebrated my birthday with my besties Zoë and Ines. We had dinner at Verona and cocktails at Absinthbar/Appelmans, Bar 11 and danced it all off in Cuba Bella. I got a book by Stephanie Duval (How Blogs Work) as a birthday present! Hope you enjoy this video! Please give it a thumbs up and subscribe to my channel!

Until Next Time,

Love | Sarah K.

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KonMari Method V – Decluttering Coats Fall/Winter Edition

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Hi, guys! Welcome to my video! It’s been a while since I have uploaded a Konmari video. The reason is that I almost don’t have any places to declutter anyone! LOL In this video I’m decluttering/cleaning my coats wardrobe (Ikea, Brimnes). I did not use a voice over because I’m a bit sick and would like to spare my voice. 😉 Hope you enjoy this video! Please give it a thumbs up and subscribe to my channel!

Until Next Time,

Love | Sarah K.

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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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