Hello.

A few days ago I heard the song "Hello" by Lionel Richie for the first time. It really was one of the most beautiful songs I've ever heard. I was also amazed by the fact that I had never heard this song before, because I know a lot of songs and as this song is very famous, it's weird for me not to know it. Well, at least now I do.
 It's of course a song about love, probably about an unreachable woman or a woman he had never talked to, but only had seen her passing by and fell in love with her. 
I also like the version of this song sang by Glee-cast members who portrayed Rachel Berry and Jesse St. James. It's very beautiful and touching. 


Goodbye!

Ah, look at all the lonely people...

Eleanor Rigby, picks up the rice in the church
where a wedding has been,
lives in a dream,
waits at the window, wearing the face
that she keeps in a jar by the door.
Who is it for?

April 1966.
On a day, the, back then still young, Paul McCartney was sitting at his piano when this song suddenly came to him. On 5th August of the same year it was released as 'Eleanor Rigby'.
What was he thinking while writing it, God may know, but unintentionally he wrote a very thoughtful song and by adding the names Eleanor Rigby and Father McKenzie he gave it a message, a soul. When there's a concrete name in a song or in a poem, you can relate to it easier. Of course, that's not always this way. A lot of songs and poems that don't involve names are just as good, but when you think that your artpiece is missing something, just add a name to it. I'm sure it'll help you out. =)

Father McKenzie's writing the words of a sermon
that no one will hear,
no one comes near,
look at him working.
Darning his socks in the night when there's nobody there.
What does he care?

All the lonely people, where do they all come from?
All the lonely people, where do they all belong?

Zhen Wu International Martial Arts Camp

http://www.zhenwucamp.com/

This summer, the first two weeks of August, I'm going to Porto, Portugal to the international Martial Arts camp which was organised by the martial arts school I train in!
It's going to be an amazing trip, with a lot of great training and great food, and great weather, and in a great, beautiful country!
I'm so excited about it, because I'm going to learn a few new interesting kung fu styles, Ba Gua for example, which is a dragon style in circular form, and others. It's also a great opportunity to see the beautiful Porto, to go swimming in the marvelous Atlantic Ocean, and also take a whole bunch of beautiful pictures! And also, I must not forget, it's an awesome way to spend time with your best friends and train with them!


I seriously just can't wait untill summer.
Portugal, here we come!

Scott Tenorman Must Die

South Park episode: Scott Tenorman Must Die

Everytime when I see another South Park episode, I force myself to think that this is the limit, a man can not be any worse than this. But they keep surprising me, or rather scare me, to be honest.

In this episode Cartman buys pubes from an older boy, Scott Tenorman, who sells them for 10 $ to him. Cartman is of course extremely proud because he believes that he's first to reach puberty of the rest of the gang. What he apparently doesn't know, is that if you buy somebody's pubes, it doesn't mean that you're about to reach puberty. So the other boys just tell him that he's stupid and Cartman walks away very angry, ready to confront Scott Tenorman.

But unfortunately for Cartman, Scott is way smarter than him, and with everything Cartman does, Scott is always one step ahead.

Eventually, without revealing too many details, Scott ends up eating a chili con carne made of his dead parents by Cartman. 

And then at the end you hear Stan say that nobody should piss Cartman off ever again.

I like Cartman in most of the episodes. He's not just a spoiled, stupid, fat kid. He's also an extremely good leader even though not many people like him that much. But I must admit, that sometimes Cartman goes a little bit too far with his weird ambitions. That episode seriously shocked me yesterday! 

The funniest thing of all here, was the fact that when Cartman was telling Scott about the chili and all the things he did, all the people around them didn't even blink! They were acting like they were seeing such things every day!

South Park, though very cruel and exaggerated, is extremely funny and true.

Lucky Number 7

Hi! sorry for posting this so late, but I am extremely sick at the moment and I have been that for the entire weekend as well. Not very useful when you have to study for a bunch of tests for the next week!!!
Eventually I didn't study anything because I kept falling asleep and I'm not sure for how long I'll have to stay at home.
Anyway, my mom is having an exhibition on february 25th in Brussels. It looks really cool already, but unfortunately I can't attend to it because I have to be at school at that friday evening! If you ask me, I'd say that that is just outrageous! But enough about that.


A few days ago, before I caught the flu, I was watching a movie, "Lucky Number Slevin".
And I can say that I was very impressed by it! It is very far from a classical design movie, but that's what I love about it! It doesn't have a usual timeline, it's nonlinear (another movie term I learned!). And you can't understand a thing about what the protagonist is up to or who he is or who everybody else is... It's very complicated. But at the end, everything falls into place. It's a movie about contract killers and a guy that attracts waaaaay too much misfortune. Or does he really?


The movie stars Josh Hartnett, Bruce Willis and others.

NUMB - murderer.

Unpredictable were my actions,
Just like his arrival,
Into the untamed depths of my abstractions

I heard them saying threatening things,
About me and Newfoundland,
As if we were a frightening mighty mind,
As if I was the Demon Witch,
Unwanted fallen down to Earth,
To damage their happy, joyful lives,
To take their youth, to take their lives.

Unpredictable was my sorrow,
Realizing that
The rain was me,
The wind my soul,
My tears the see,
My birth the snow,

Their minds the murderer,
Who defeated me.

I think that I chose this poem to explain a few things about it or about poetry in general. I've written it myself, although at school it says that it's written by 'anonymous' for a reason unknown.
(I only put 'anonymous' there because it seemed funny to me, before I actually looked at it. Then I started to blame myself for not putting my name there.)
Anyway, to me, this whole poem seems a little incoherent. The three first lines are telling something completely different from the following seven lines, and only the end of the poem makes some kind of sense.
The metaphors in the third paragraph are there only because of a very simple reason: they sound beautiful!
Most of the time, when somebody is analyzing a poem, they're very eager to find some special meaning within it, some kind of a supernatural message. But what if the author didn't really mean anything by it? What if it was nothing more but words trying to get out and be heard? What if, what if...
I'll tell you something: It doesn't matter how hard I'd try to convince you of the fact that there's actually nothing extraordinary about this poem, that it's just a flow of words, you must not believe me.
It doesn't matter how bad your poem is, or how good; how sad or how happy, how very superficial or emotional... It always contains a piece of you and it always tells something more about you. Don't try to run from it. Would you run from your mirror image if it told you that you could really use some sleep because you look like a freaking scarecrow?

* The video is an awesome song by Linkin Park, called 'Numb'. You can tell that Chester, the lead singer, knows perfectly well what that girl's feeling. He has a lot of experience with it, being a weirdo and a geek.

The Haunted Palace: Memories

In the greenest of our valleys
By good angels tenanted,
Once a fair and stately palace-
Radiant palace-reared its head.
In the monarch Thought's dominion-
It stood there!
Never seraph spread a pinion
Over fabric half so fair!

Banners yellow, glorious, golden,
On its roof did float and flow,
(This-all this-was in the olden
Time long ago,)
And every gentle air that dallied,
In that sweet day,
Along the ramparts plumed and pallid,
A winged odor went away.

Wanderers in that happy valley,
Through two luminous windows, saw
Spirits moving musically,
To a lute's well-tuned law,
Round about a throne where, sitting
(Porphyrogene!)
In state his glory well-befitting,
The ruler of the realm was seen.

 No, I'm not writing this entry to talk about a palace of some sort or write a review of this poem written by Edgar Allan Poe in 1838. I also do not believe this poem is simply about a palace or a mansion; it has more meanings or, at least, one very peculiar meaning.

To me, this poem symbolises a family, quite wealthy, because of the fact that they might live in a palace or in a huge mansion. We, hereby, follow the unfolding of all of their secrets and hidden identities. This, of course, does not just happen at once, but continually, even slowly.

At first, they undergo a state of happiness, wealth and success. It seems that there's absolutely nothing where it all can go wrong. Yet, it does, and it happens so suddenly that they, just like us, do not understand what's happening at once. They might even think it's just a little burst in their perfect floor, which can be covered up or even be erased. No one will ever notice.

Alas, I must inform you that this is not a story which ends by the words "happily ever after". Suddenly,  but not as sudden as before, this burst begins to grow bigger and becomes almost impossible to conceal, though they do succeed to hide it from the others. Do you see the problem already? If you don't, then let me explain it to you: they, desperately, try to run from all those sources of difficulties they're about to face, instead of actually facing them and fight them.

Their foolish behaviour and ignorance are turning this whole matter into a huge mess. It takes only a few acts to get to the point where there's no turning back anymore.

And the outsiders, though not speaking about it, are watching them while they keep falling deeper and deeper. The clock is ticking. But why does everyone refuse to act? Underneath the skin of this entire performance, rests a big disrelish of the characters towards each other. When the one falls, the other will look, but will not see. He'll hold on even more tightly to his source of balance and will simply ignore the cries for help and will laugh with another's misery.

All will speak about this. How they tried to stand their ground, and yet, how they did not fight. How they just let the flow take them, because they believed they were not strong enough to confront it.

And all will remember their mistakes and learn from them, recognize a problem when they see one and, eventually, just face it.

What happened will stay in their memories, The owners of the palace will stay in their memories, haunting their minds with warnings. No room for romance, will they whisper, nor for feelings. Watch your steps.

After all, their sweet duty was but to sing in voices of surpassing beauty, the wit and wisdom of their King. Where, I ask thereby, could it possibly have gone wrong? They'd be the ones to know.

And all with pearl and ruby glowing
Was the fair palace door,
Through which came flowing, flowing, flowing,
And sparkling evermore,
A troop of Echoes, whose sweet duty
Was but to sing,
In voices of surpassing beauty,
The wit and wisdom of their King.

But evil things, in robes of sorrow,
Assailed the monarch's high estate.
(Ah, let us mourn!-for never morrow
Shall dawn upon him desolate!)
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.

And travellers, now, within that valley,
Through the red-litten windows see
Vast forms, that move fantastically
To a discordant melody,
While, like a ghastly rapid river,
Through the pale door
A hideous throng rush out forever
And laugh-but smile no more.

- Edgar Allan Poe, 1838