Yes, yes you did just read that. I indeed went to a Bruno Mars concert. Yes I did. It is okay to scream. I went there with my lovely friend, who's blog you can also follow ( she also has a review of this online, hers is probably much better mweh.. for the rest she writes amazing! Please check her out!); School, Blogs, and Other (Ir)relevant Things. You can read this as an additional post to this one.
Now, let's stop rambling and get into it!
Some (boring) Facts;
We went on October the 17th in Antwerp, in the so-called Sportpaleis. We already took off quite early from home, since we had to take a ride fro about 1.5 hours (mweh) but after that we luckily could eat somewhere( I think I had something with a lot of cheese, yes I do think so). Bruno Mars gave 1 concert in The Netherlands and 1 in Belgium, but since my friend wasn't able to get tickets for the show in the Netherlands we went to Belgium instead. What an adventure!
The Waiting and Being Bored;
When we arrived at the beautiful Sportpaleis, we were an hour early before the show started. This had a reason, because we had tickets for the standing part so the earlier you came, the better places you got. We could almost touch the stage so we had really good places! After the waiting, the first act came up, named Mayer Hawthorne; he makes really groovy and soullike music,which I enjoyed. I think he was the right person Bruno choose to warm up the public, and I loved that he took a selfie during performing. Unfortunately, the crowd wasn't as excited as me and eventually started booing him. I thought it was a bit cruel and also stupid, because you are booing a man who is more famous than you will ever be.But anyways, jealousy I think. Or maybe because they wanted Bruno. Could be both.
THE ARRIVAL
After about 45 minutes of chill groovy music, Mayor went off and a palmtree curtain fell down. Obviously, for the crowd this was the reason to scream for the next hour even though nothing happened at all. During that, some clips of an old Brit were shown that were funny for one time, then they got annoying and after 45 minutes of his face you just wanted to thow your waterbottle at him (they did not have those there unfortunately). Also the wave happened and you guys; when everyone participates it is so awesome. Trust me. The vibe was really good too I must admit; everyone was pretty relaxed which was nice.
THE REAL ARRIVAL
The lights turned down... A voice-over spoke... and suddely; Lights, Music, Bruno, Bruno!! He started off amazingly with Moonshine, and from there on he did many numbers from both his new album aswell as his old hits like Grenade and the Lazy Song. His performance was amazing and he got everyone grooving. The stage was really put-together, and his band was so funny; all the dudes were dancing and jumping around, and overall the vibe was amazing. Sometimes he stopped to say cheesy lines like;'I love you Antwerp' 'Yeah Yeah' and more like that, but it is forgiven. His show was amazing! He really put everything into it and at the end of the show, he was sweating all over. When he first went away it was only an act, but to return with the grand finale; Gorilla, where he drummed a part himself and almost made a Magic Mike-moment. ( he didn't really strip, just took off his flannel and then all the gals hoped that he would take off his vest aswell, which didn't happen) It ended with fireworks and pounding ears, but it was worth it.
The Review
I can be very short about this; Yes it was worth the money, No I haven't had any hearing problems, Yes I do want to go to another concert and Yes; he can sing live, unlike some big artist who I shall not name. ( Birthday, California Gurls, Dark Horse..)
I have had so much fun, and although the memories are kinda blurry, I hope you still liked it. Take care and have a nice day, Adios!
Saturday, May 10, 2014
Wednesday, January 29, 2014
PANCAKE DAY
ALRIGHT GUYS.. TAKE A GUESS.
There is an official 'pancake day', also known as 'Shrove Tuesday' in the UK, a day where almost everyone in the entire country eats a pancake. Beautiful.
This wonderful day takes place on the 4 of March, on Tuesday ofcourse. But there is a story behind this. It isn't just a day where everyone eats a pancake, no, it's the beginning of something far more spiritual: Lent.
I thought you might needed some inspiration to make your own pancake;
DELICIOUS PANCAKES
Other Countries;
Ireland and Australia ( AKA Beer and giant spiders); they call it Pancake Day (how original) or Pancake Tuesday.
Brazil( kinda unexpected to be honest) ; here they call it Fat Tuesday (perfection) or Terça-feira gorda and it is the last day of Brazil Carnival.
Greece ( garlic) ; here it is called Apocreas, since they don't eat meat during Lent.
Sweden ( nice watches) ; Fettisdagen is the official name and it means Fat Tuesday.
USA ( YEAH! USA! YEAH!nah not really) here they only celebrate it in the Catholic and French-speaking parts and there it is called Mardi Gras. Isn't that a movie or something?
Germany ( Bratwurst ) ; 'Fastnacht'. Original.
France ( oeh la la, baguette eiffeltoren bon bon) ; again; Mardi Gras! It means Grease ( movie, again..)or Fat Tuesday. Do you guys see a recurrent theme here? I do.
Iceland ( uhh.. ice? Supermodels?) ; the word is Sprengidagur which means Bursting Day. Pretty original if you look at all the other names.
The Fun Part; Make your own Pancake Day!
I know that It won't be Pancake Day for a while guys, but I thought that everyday can be Pancake Day so for that I have a simple and easy ( I hope) recipe for you. Enjoy!
Ingredients
1 1/2 cups all-purpose flour
3 1/2 teaspoons baking powder
1 teaspoon salt
1 teaspoon white sugar
1 1/4 cups milk
1 egg
3 tablespoons melted butter
How to;
1. In a large bowl, sift together the flour, baking powder, salt and sugar. Make a well in the center and pour in the milk, egg and melted butter; mix until smooth.
2. Heat a lightly oiled griddle or frying pan over medium high heat. Pour or scoop the batter onto the griddle, using approximately 1/4 cup for each pancake. Brown on both sides and serve hot.
That's a wrap for today guys and gals. Have a nice day, adios!
Sources: source: http://www.projectbritain.com/shrove.html http://www.bing.com/images/
There is an official 'pancake day', also known as 'Shrove Tuesday' in the UK, a day where almost everyone in the entire country eats a pancake. Beautiful.
This wonderful day takes place on the 4 of March, on Tuesday ofcourse. But there is a story behind this. It isn't just a day where everyone eats a pancake, no, it's the beginning of something far more spiritual: Lent.
I thought you might needed some inspiration to make your own pancake;
DELICIOUS PANCAKES
I hope that was enough inspiration! Now, let's get on with the historical part of Shrove Tuesday.
What is Pancake day?
Pancake day is the day before the beginning of Lent, a Christian festival. Lent is a period of 40 days when the Christians remember the 40 days Jesus spent alone in the desert without food, tempted by the devil. It is a time of fasting, and you can compare it to the Islamitic Ramadan. Sundays, however, are not included into the period because they are originally days of celebration. People in the old ages originally gave up all rich food in that time, so it was a strict religious festival. It is also the month before Easter, so in this time of fasting people can overthink all the things they have done wrong.
How do people celebrate Lent nowadays?
Nowadays, Lent isn't a strict religious festival anymore. Some Christians spent this time trying to overcome their faults, just as Jesus did in the desert. Other Christians follow the example of Jesus and spend 40 days without any luxury items. They also try to put aside more time to pray and do religious acts, so they can really let God into their lifes.
Why pancakes?
Since Lent starts the day after, on Ash Wednesday, they can't eat (originally) any luxury foods in that time. So, since pancakes are made of fat, butter and eggs, which were forbidden during Lent, they eat pancakes to have a last time of indulging themselves before having a period of abstinence.
When does it take place?
As I said at the beginning, Shrove Tuesday takes place on March 4. Only, that is only 2014. Because Lent has to take place 47 days before Easter, the date varies. Here is a little picture to help you;
In 2014 Pancake Day will be on 4 March
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Ireland and Australia ( AKA Beer and giant spiders); they call it Pancake Day (how original) or Pancake Tuesday.
Brazil( kinda unexpected to be honest) ; here they call it Fat Tuesday (perfection) or Terça-feira gorda and it is the last day of Brazil Carnival.
Greece ( garlic) ; here it is called Apocreas, since they don't eat meat during Lent.
Sweden ( nice watches) ; Fettisdagen is the official name and it means Fat Tuesday.
USA ( YEAH! USA! YEAH!nah not really) here they only celebrate it in the Catholic and French-speaking parts and there it is called Mardi Gras. Isn't that a movie or something?
Germany ( Bratwurst ) ; 'Fastnacht'. Original.
France ( oeh la la, baguette eiffeltoren bon bon) ; again; Mardi Gras! It means Grease ( movie, again..)or Fat Tuesday. Do you guys see a recurrent theme here? I do.
Iceland ( uhh.. ice? Supermodels?) ; the word is Sprengidagur which means Bursting Day. Pretty original if you look at all the other names.
The Fun Part; Make your own Pancake Day!
I know that It won't be Pancake Day for a while guys, but I thought that everyday can be Pancake Day so for that I have a simple and easy ( I hope) recipe for you. Enjoy!
Ingredients
1 1/2 cups all-purpose flour
3 1/2 teaspoons baking powder
1 teaspoon salt
1 teaspoon white sugar
1 1/4 cups milk
1 egg
3 tablespoons melted butter
How to;
1. In a large bowl, sift together the flour, baking powder, salt and sugar. Make a well in the center and pour in the milk, egg and melted butter; mix until smooth.
2. Heat a lightly oiled griddle or frying pan over medium high heat. Pour or scoop the batter onto the griddle, using approximately 1/4 cup for each pancake. Brown on both sides and serve hot.
That's a wrap for today guys and gals. Have a nice day, adios!
Sources: source: http://www.projectbritain.com/shrove.html http://www.bing.com/images/
Wednesday, January 15, 2014
I feel alone ; don't we all?
I Feel Alone
When morning wears crown,
with white light of early dawn
When the sun goes down,
and day removes its gown
When night shows frown,
and stars brighten up their town
i feel alone
i feel alone
When quaking eve arrives, i bemoan
there in no one of my own
When tantalizing spring,
glamorizes the lawn
Ah! all the desires, now have flown
None to reckon upon
like a bird, being tied to pinion
i feel alone
i feel alone
'In fall season,
when storms rigadoon
to me, no shelter is known
not any shoulder to rest on
When cuckoo sings,
in summer's morn
Indeed! I am hapless and forlorn
Life always glares with scorn'
I feel alone
I feel alone
(...)
-Hira Akhtar
source: http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-feel-alone-8/
Impressive, isn't it?
I , for once, really like this poem. And for school we had to do an assignment about a poem, so here it comes;
What does the poem express?
Well, to be totally honest, to me it is pretty obvious. It expresses lonelyness. When all sorts of things happen, like when storms rigadoon, he/she feels alone. He/she has no shelter, nowhere to go, and is totally alone in this whole wide world. It doesn't matter if good or bad things happen, he/she has no-one to share it with. Everything can be either good or bad, it doesn't matter because he/she is alone. And when you are alone, everything isn't as pretty or good as it was if you could share it with someone. It is pretty sad if you think about it, that one can not feel happiness if he or she is alone. It describes all these things that happen in nature and over time, but after everything that happens,the person in the poem does not see all these things; the only thing he does is feel alone, all the time.
How does it make me feel?
It makes me feel... free, really. That may sound weird, but not to me. If you read it , in your head or out loud,the words just flow so easily. The whole rythem of the poem makes me feel like I can do anything, that it's okay to not know sometimes and feel lonely. It is also recognizeable in a way that everyone feels alone at some time in their lives. It isn't something to be ashamed of, more something you should embrace. Nowadays, being alone or feeling alone is almost frowned upon; everyone should be happy and post cute photos on social media, and let the world see they are having an amazing time. To me, that always feels so obligated; it is almost as if you have to do fun things with other people, otherwise you do not really count. I think it is alright to do something on your own from time to time; it can help you relax and calm down. Here the person in this poem does feel alone, only he/she feels alone all the time; that is something I would never want. Because I like to be alone, but I do not wish to be lonely ( inspirational quote n.1).Here, he/she is lonely. For the rest it almost gives me a feeling of old age, like this is written totally alone (hehe) in some sort of park with the wind blowing through your hair; maybe a little odd, but the words and the overall rhyme sceme just makes me feel that way.
So. At the moment when I am writing this, it is raining so hard here it is not even funky anymore, but I do need to end posts properly, therefore; have a nice day/night/whateva whateva and I hope you sortof liked this and... yeah that was it. I had to do this assignment for school. Nothing more.
Bye!
with white light of early dawn
When the sun goes down,
and day removes its gown
When night shows frown,
and stars brighten up their town
i feel alone
i feel alone
When quaking eve arrives, i bemoan
there in no one of my own
When tantalizing spring,
glamorizes the lawn
Ah! all the desires, now have flown
None to reckon upon
like a bird, being tied to pinion
i feel alone
i feel alone
'In fall season,
when storms rigadoon
to me, no shelter is known
not any shoulder to rest on
When cuckoo sings,
in summer's morn
Indeed! I am hapless and forlorn
Life always glares with scorn'
I feel alone
I feel alone
(...)
-Hira Akhtar
source: http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-feel-alone-8/
Impressive, isn't it?
I , for once, really like this poem. And for school we had to do an assignment about a poem, so here it comes;
What does the poem express?
Well, to be totally honest, to me it is pretty obvious. It expresses lonelyness. When all sorts of things happen, like when storms rigadoon, he/she feels alone. He/she has no shelter, nowhere to go, and is totally alone in this whole wide world. It doesn't matter if good or bad things happen, he/she has no-one to share it with. Everything can be either good or bad, it doesn't matter because he/she is alone. And when you are alone, everything isn't as pretty or good as it was if you could share it with someone. It is pretty sad if you think about it, that one can not feel happiness if he or she is alone. It describes all these things that happen in nature and over time, but after everything that happens,the person in the poem does not see all these things; the only thing he does is feel alone, all the time.
How does it make me feel?
It makes me feel... free, really. That may sound weird, but not to me. If you read it , in your head or out loud,the words just flow so easily. The whole rythem of the poem makes me feel like I can do anything, that it's okay to not know sometimes and feel lonely. It is also recognizeable in a way that everyone feels alone at some time in their lives. It isn't something to be ashamed of, more something you should embrace. Nowadays, being alone or feeling alone is almost frowned upon; everyone should be happy and post cute photos on social media, and let the world see they are having an amazing time. To me, that always feels so obligated; it is almost as if you have to do fun things with other people, otherwise you do not really count. I think it is alright to do something on your own from time to time; it can help you relax and calm down. Here the person in this poem does feel alone, only he/she feels alone all the time; that is something I would never want. Because I like to be alone, but I do not wish to be lonely ( inspirational quote n.1).Here, he/she is lonely. For the rest it almost gives me a feeling of old age, like this is written totally alone (hehe) in some sort of park with the wind blowing through your hair; maybe a little odd, but the words and the overall rhyme sceme just makes me feel that way.
So. At the moment when I am writing this, it is raining so hard here it is not even funky anymore, but I do need to end posts properly, therefore; have a nice day/night/whateva whateva and I hope you sortof liked this and... yeah that was it. I had to do this assignment for school. Nothing more.
Bye!
Wednesday, January 8, 2014
The Marshmellow that Changed Everything
Once upon a time, there was a man called Billy who had a pet cat. It was the most hideous creature you can imagine, with scruffy fur, slime dripping out his nose and there was a bite taken out of his left ear. But he was the sweetest cat you can image. If you could bear beeing around him (he stank of rotten eggs) and actually touching him, he would never let go off your lap and sit there forever. This is also a good representation of Billy himself. His full name was Billy Bang Bubbaloo. I don't know what drugs his parents were on (I believe it was qat) but anyways, ofcourse he got bullied for life of that. He then also wasn't very pretty ( read: 1 teeth missing, loads of acne, monobrow and an enormous nose + a very tall upperpart of your body and very short legs) so it was obvious he was the one that would be picked on. He didn't had any friends and the teachers also didn't like him, so he had a rough childhood. I believe his elders were always trying out new drugs and they never really cared about Billy; they called him 'The Problem.' Uplifting, heh. But anyways, one night, when at school he finally tried to talk to the girl he liked, Christina, and she didn't even say anything but just turned around with an 'aw gross' look on her face, he had enough. He went out of bed, stood infront of his window and wished a friend; a friend that would never judge him, never be mean to him and always help him. When he woke up the next morning, the first thing he smelled was rotten eggs, and the first thing he saw was his new pet cat; Mr. Rotty ( I didn't come up with that name, believe me, I'm just the storyteller) Mr. Rotty (what an awful name) soon became his best friend. He helped him through highschool and middle school, because everyday when Billy came home after a day of being bullied again and he saw his parents lying high on the couch, he went to his bedroom, lied on the bed and waited for Mr.Rotty to come there too. There they cuddled and it was the only highlight of his day. Ofcourse, because Mr.Rotty smelled awful he began smelling too, and so the bullies never came to him anymore or anyone in particular, because they couldn't bear the smell. Pussies. So, for a long time, the cat had been his best (and only) friend. But then one day, all this changed...
Billy was sick today, he decided. He didn't wanted to go to school and face the teachers' faces anymore, and finally his parents were gone, going on a rave for two days or something. He was finally alone! Mr.Rotty was catching mouses and would be gone for a few hours, so he had the house to himself. To start the day I will start with a hot chocolate, he thought. He grabbed the bottle of chocolate milk and looked at the date. Only two days late, nothing to worry about. He gave himself a nice big mug of chocolate milk, and tried to do anything in the time the microwave was warming up his drink. He failed, ofcourse. We all do. Anyways, he sat on the bank with his drink, drinking it slowly whilst watching his favourite channel ; Comedy Channel. It tasted a little weird, but he was used to it, so he just drank it all up. I haven't even eaten today, he thought to himself. What to do? He looked in all the corners and places, and eventually found a bag of old marshmellows. He opened the bag and was ready to dig in, when he suddenly saw something weird...
The marsmellows, pink and white, were moving! One white gigantous one had a tiny mouth and huge eyes, and said to another pink one; 'No, Lisa! Stop it! You can't play with lives like that!' The pink one eyed warily at him and said : 'It was just a game, Dad, come on. Nothing to worry about. We were onl...' Dad interrupted by saying: 'No, I will worry about it! You and that boy are always getting into trouble!' During this argument, Billy thought to himself: ' I'm hallucinating. I'm hallucinating. I'm hallucinating.' He ran to the bottle of chocolate milk, always keeping his eyes on the bag of marshmellows, and sniffed it again. And again. And then it him him. His parents were true drug addicts, and sometimes made their own liquids by mixing milk or juice with loads of drugs. They only took one little glass, and he took a whole mug! Billy started sweating and struggling to keep his balance. He then crawled to the bag of marshmellows, (he already fell but didn't realise) and looked at them again. They weren't talking anymore, they were mean marshmellows! With spears and fire they came at him, trying to kill him. Billy screamed and tried to fight, but he felt his strength disappearing out of him. The last thing he saw before it all went black were the tiny marshmellows coming at him, and a blurry green field with a castle. He saw a princess in there, who was calling his name; 'Billy... Biiilyy... Biiillly...' Full of hope did he ran to her, but she disappeared before he got there. Now there was nothing but black. He looked around, but there was nothing. He fell on his knees and started sobbing for the loss of his world. Then he closed his eyes, and that was the last thing he ever saw; darkness.
They found his body 2 days later. After a brief examination of the police they decided that he took an overdose and died of that. 'Kids follow their parents,' said the Police chief ' It was only a matter of time before he started experimenting too.' On school they held an obligated homage, but nobioy really felt sorry for him. Nobody liked him, so they secretly were relieved that he and his smell were finally gone. To the funeral came his (stoned) parents, a few unknown aunts and uncles and, most importantly, his cat Mr.Rotty. He was sobbing inside. 'I should have stayed home, then I could have helped him. But no, I had to go. Why? WHY?''did he thought and he started crying at the funeral. 'Can somebody please beat the crap out of that cat, his screaming hurts my ears' said a fat aunt of Billy that he never met. Everybody felt relived they had something to do, so they all want after the cat. Mr.Rotty ran for his life and eventually, after many hours, found a place to rest. He laid down and thought about all the fun times they experiences, all the hope and joy they gave eachother. 'That will never be anymore,' he thought 'because BFF's don't exist when one lives and one is dead.' He got up, looked around, threw up and then wandered away in the fading light, and nobody has ever seen him after that...
NOTE: three days later he also died because of an overdosis of catnip. So right now they are together in heaven and can be BFF's once again. And so, they lived happily ever after... YIEHA!
Billy was sick today, he decided. He didn't wanted to go to school and face the teachers' faces anymore, and finally his parents were gone, going on a rave for two days or something. He was finally alone! Mr.Rotty was catching mouses and would be gone for a few hours, so he had the house to himself. To start the day I will start with a hot chocolate, he thought. He grabbed the bottle of chocolate milk and looked at the date. Only two days late, nothing to worry about. He gave himself a nice big mug of chocolate milk, and tried to do anything in the time the microwave was warming up his drink. He failed, ofcourse. We all do. Anyways, he sat on the bank with his drink, drinking it slowly whilst watching his favourite channel ; Comedy Channel. It tasted a little weird, but he was used to it, so he just drank it all up. I haven't even eaten today, he thought to himself. What to do? He looked in all the corners and places, and eventually found a bag of old marshmellows. He opened the bag and was ready to dig in, when he suddenly saw something weird...
The marsmellows, pink and white, were moving! One white gigantous one had a tiny mouth and huge eyes, and said to another pink one; 'No, Lisa! Stop it! You can't play with lives like that!' The pink one eyed warily at him and said : 'It was just a game, Dad, come on. Nothing to worry about. We were onl...' Dad interrupted by saying: 'No, I will worry about it! You and that boy are always getting into trouble!' During this argument, Billy thought to himself: ' I'm hallucinating. I'm hallucinating. I'm hallucinating.' He ran to the bottle of chocolate milk, always keeping his eyes on the bag of marshmellows, and sniffed it again. And again. And then it him him. His parents were true drug addicts, and sometimes made their own liquids by mixing milk or juice with loads of drugs. They only took one little glass, and he took a whole mug! Billy started sweating and struggling to keep his balance. He then crawled to the bag of marshmellows, (he already fell but didn't realise) and looked at them again. They weren't talking anymore, they were mean marshmellows! With spears and fire they came at him, trying to kill him. Billy screamed and tried to fight, but he felt his strength disappearing out of him. The last thing he saw before it all went black were the tiny marshmellows coming at him, and a blurry green field with a castle. He saw a princess in there, who was calling his name; 'Billy... Biiilyy... Biiillly...' Full of hope did he ran to her, but she disappeared before he got there. Now there was nothing but black. He looked around, but there was nothing. He fell on his knees and started sobbing for the loss of his world. Then he closed his eyes, and that was the last thing he ever saw; darkness.
They found his body 2 days later. After a brief examination of the police they decided that he took an overdose and died of that. 'Kids follow their parents,' said the Police chief ' It was only a matter of time before he started experimenting too.' On school they held an obligated homage, but nobioy really felt sorry for him. Nobody liked him, so they secretly were relieved that he and his smell were finally gone. To the funeral came his (stoned) parents, a few unknown aunts and uncles and, most importantly, his cat Mr.Rotty. He was sobbing inside. 'I should have stayed home, then I could have helped him. But no, I had to go. Why? WHY?''did he thought and he started crying at the funeral. 'Can somebody please beat the crap out of that cat, his screaming hurts my ears' said a fat aunt of Billy that he never met. Everybody felt relived they had something to do, so they all want after the cat. Mr.Rotty ran for his life and eventually, after many hours, found a place to rest. He laid down and thought about all the fun times they experiences, all the hope and joy they gave eachother. 'That will never be anymore,' he thought 'because BFF's don't exist when one lives and one is dead.' He got up, looked around, threw up and then wandered away in the fading light, and nobody has ever seen him after that...
NOTE: three days later he also died because of an overdosis of catnip. So right now they are together in heaven and can be BFF's once again. And so, they lived happily ever after... YIEHA!
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