Vechtsport - BJJ - MMA - Ken's Place - Leuven - Belgie

So, this morning I was on my way to brussels for work. When the guy sitting in front of me pulls his laptop open... puts his headphones on... and starts typing away in kali linux.I understand. This can happen but few second later a woman across grabs some wool and starts knitting. I think well this is pretty unique. Two art forms so many years apart just being practised in every day life only inches apart on a train. But then I notice a beautiful glow about the brussels atomium and surroundings. Woow. What a beginning of the day... until I notice the ufo. Now I am just hoping someone will come and wake me up. Please !

Ik wil eigenlijk niet weten hoe ze de beer dit geleerd hebben, maar als een beer kan dansen dan moet het mogelijk zijn voor om het even wie om een beetje vechtsport te leren. Niet?

Iedere dag rond de 42graden in Slovakije, besluiten we om één dag door te brengen aan het zwembad en tada... 30min later... regen, onweer, of belgisch weer  Onmogelijk om er uit weg te geraken en we brengen dan ook bijna twee uur door onder een afdak. Waarna we gelukkiglijk kunnen vluchten naar het shoppingcenter dat op 15min stappen van het zwembad ligt. Voor de rest enkel bergen en bomen... niet zo ideaal als je in een storm zit. 

In het winkelcentrum aangekomen, blijkt er een Lego tentoonstelling te zijn. Pure nostalgie...

Snow Patrol - Shut Your Eyes

Shut your eyes and think of somewhere
Somewhere cold and caked in snow
By the fire we break the quiet
Learn to wear each other well

And when the worrying starts to hurt
and the world feels like graves of dirt
Just close your eyes until
you can imagine this place, you're our secret space as well

Shut your eyes, I spin the big chair
You'll feel dizzy, light, and free
And falling gently on the cushion
You can come and sing to me

And when the worrying starts to hurt
and the world feels like graves of dirt
Just close your eyes until
you can imagine this place, you're our secret space as well

Shut your eyes

Shut your eyes and sing to me

Yeah I, I got to know your name
Well and I, could trace your private number baby
All I know is that to me
You look like you're lots of fun
Open up your lovin' arms
I want some, here I came

Well I...I set my sights on you
(and no one else will do)
And I, I've got to have my way now, baby

All I know is that to me
You look like you're havin' fun
Open up your lovin' arms
Watch out, here I come

You spin me right round, baby
right round like a record, baby
Right round round round
You spin me right round, baby
Right round like a record, baby
Right round round round
You spin me right round, baby
right round like a record, baby
Right round round round
You spin me right round, baby
Right round like a record, baby
Right round round round
You spin me right round, baby
right round like a record, baby
Right round round round
You spin me right round, baby
Right round like a record, baby
Right round round round

I, I got be your friend now, baby
And I would like to move in
Just a little bit closer

All I know is that to me
You look like you're lots of fun
Open up your lovin' arms
Watch out, here I come

You spin me right round, baby
right round like a record, baby
Right round round round
You spin me right round, baby
Right round like a record, baby
Right round round round
You spin me right round, baby
right round like a record, baby
Right round round round
You spin me right round, baby
Right round like a record, baby
Right round round round
You spin me right round, baby
right round like a record, baby
Right round round round
You spin me right round, baby
Right round like a record, baby
Right round round round

They'll be making sure you stay amused
They'll fill you up with drugs and booze
Maybe you'll make the evening news

And when you're tripping
over your dreams
They'll keep you down by any means
and by the end of the night
you'll be stifling your screams

Since you became a VIPerson
It's like your problems have all worsened
Your paranoia casts aspersions
On the truths you know

And they'll just put you in the spotlight
And hope that you'll do alright
Or maybe not

Now why do you wanna go
and put starz in their eyes?
Why do you wanna go
and put starz in their eyes?
So why do you wanna go
and put starz in their eyes?
Now why do you wanna go
and put starz in their eyes?
Starz in their eyes?

Remember they said you'd show them all
Emphasise the rise but not the fall
And now you're playing a shopping mall

Your mum and dad they can't believe
What you appear to have achieved
While the rest of these users
are just laughing in their sleeves

Since you became a VIPerson
It's like your problems have all worsened
Your paranoia casts aspersions
On the truths you know

And now the tabloids use your face
To document your fall from grace
And then they'll tell you that
that's just the way it goes
That's just the way it goes

Now why do you wanna go
and put starz in their eyes?
It's the same old story well
they just didn't realise
And it's a long way to come from the dog
and duck karaoke machine
And Saturday night's drunken dreams

Now why do you wanna go
and put starz in their eyes?
It's the same old story
well they just didn't realise
And it's a long way to come
from your private bedroom dance routines
And Saturday night's drunken dreams

Now why do you wanna go
and put starz in their eyes?
Why do you wanna go
and put starz in their eyes?
So why do you wanna go
and put starz in their eyes?
Now why do you wanna go
and put starz in their eyes?
Starz in their eyes?

Now why do you wanna go
and put starz in their eyes?
It's the same old story
well they just didn't realise
And it's a long way to come
from the dog and duck karaoke machine
And Saturday night's drunken dreams

(When I grow up im going to be famous)

Behind the steel barrier
and sequence and glitter
Five inch heels still knee deep in the litter
Each of them a bitter bullshitter,
Wrapped up in the cloak of fake glamour,
getting lost in the camera
Well footprints are fools gold,
diamonds crusts on their one off plimsolls
So little time for these one off arseholes
Rigour mortis Ken and Barbie dolls,
A pair of big shades and a push up bra,
It's such a short gap
between the gutter and stars,
That you've come a long way
from the place that you started
So why'd you wanna go
and get so down hearted

Welcome to the kingdom of the blagger
Uncutting you nose clean,
coating you bladder
A whole lot happier a whole lot sadder,
Used to be satisfied
but now you feel like Mick Jagger,

Now why do you wanna go
and put starz in their eyes?
It's the same old story
well they just didn't realise
And it's a long way to come
from the dog and duck karaoke machine
And Saturday night's drunken dreams

Now why do you wanna go
and put starz in their eyes?
It's the same old story
well they just didn't realise
And it's a long way to come
from your private bedroom dance routines
And Saturday night's drunken dreams

Ben misschien wel wat laat... maar dit liedje is voor mezelf pure nostalgie... heb de momenten die ik me het meeste herinner schuin gezet... ale behalve dan voor de 'k vraag het aan :)

The Fixkes - 'k vraag het aan

Makkik binnen makkik binnen om een lieke te beginnen
over de dinges die kik mij ammaal herinner
uit de goeien ouwen tijd
van rekenen en vlijt
een leven zonder zorgen ambitie of spijt
heelder dagen gaan sjotten
voor den donkere thuis
alleen maar wa ravotten
en t school daar kwam niks van in huis
drei keer durven was doen
maskes plagen liefde vragen
en al wa ge zegt da waarde zelf
me uw broek in den helft
het was zo simpel ammaal
zo simpel ammaal
zo simpel as ik vraag het aan

kvraagetaan

er was nog gene gsm gene vtm
en niemand die hannibal of murdock wilde zen
rons honeymoon carolientje merlina met de parafix
en voerdes was er niks
we mochten niks mor dejen alles
urbanus was nen held
ons pa diejen oj nog haar en we telden al ons geld veur de kermis
showen in de boksauto’s
outrun in plaats van onze commodore
er waren geen cd’s geen mp3’s
alleen mor wa cassetjes
en buurman wa doet u nu
veur ons allereerste tetjes
het was zo simpel ammaal
zo simpel ammaal
zo simpel as ik vraag het aan

kvraagetaan

derde couplet potteke potteke potteke vet
de g’ed al honderd was men eerste brevet
’t songfestival jeuj later naar bed
the reflex fl-fl-fl-flex op ons tennisracket
ja jonges we zagen het groot
we wieren ammel profvoetballer of piloot
en haten was nog geen nationale sport
alleen misschient die koteletten op ons bord
bivakpotsen sponsen broekskes karbonaaien
die knielappen die z’ aan ons broekskes wilden naaien
betsaksaai bettemakemaai
ik stop ermee wa is men schaai
het was zo simpel ammaal
zo simpel ammaal
zo simpel as ik vraag het aan

kvraagetaan