Music video analysis

Well, here is my analysis of the music video (Johanna has inspired me) - one of the newly assignments at English class.

Bryan Adam's song "Run To You" is from the album "Reckless". The album was released in 1984 and the music video was directed by Steve Barron.

I think the song is about a man who's torn between two women. The first - who might be his wife - is faithful and nice but frigid. The second - who might be his lover - is manageable and captivating.

• The video takes place both outside and inside.
• The video mainly focuses on Bryan Adams and a woman who is seen as his secret love.
• It's a narrative music video, there are scenes with Bryan Adams singing on stage and there are fictional scenes with the woman.

English B so far

We've done funny things, the music video and the 5-minute writing exercise for example. Apart from "American Literature History" - which felt very weary - I think the course has been just fine. But it would be nice to write stories, or individual reports about.... maybe historical things and read books (perhaps with interesting topics or just classic ones).

The idea of using blogs was (and still are) very good, it feels like we're doing something fun with the subject English itself.

Photo class 8/10

Some of the photos taken by me....

The Revenge Of The Claws - PART 2

Mary Anne desperately tried to give the cat a kick, but it was useless. She screamingly witnessed how the collar bone crunched into pieces. Scraps of flesh dashed around. The cat angrily spitted out the pupils, which remained in the mess of bloody parts of the body.

Clark anxiously waited for the phone to ring. He ogled at the clock. It was 2.30 PM. Mary Anne should have been home at this time. 2.40. Still no phone call and no Mary Anne. The situation made him frustrated. He disliked being in the forest, but if Mary Anne wasn't home before 3.30; Nellie would get mad and that certainly wasn't enjoyable. He had to walk a long way into the forest before he could really begin to relax. Small, clear sounds made themselves perceptible. Clark began to run.

The cat had swallowed Mary Anne's middle finger and registered new sounds. It was a human again. The cat arched its back and hissed.

Clark observed an animal with something in front of itself. It was a cat with a prey.... But the prey, it was... Clark stopped dead and held his hand before his mouth. It was Mary Anne.... Clark had to lean against the tree trunk not to faint. He stared at the cat which seemed to be ready to attack. The cat had killed Mary Anne.... Clark clenched his fist in fury.

The cat noticed his aggressive facial expression. She went off like lightning towards the burrow. Clark stared hard at the black creature, whilst he ran in the snow. He stopped to calm down himself. The cat had disappeared.

The kittens squealed, which only made the cat more upset. She cautionary hissed when one of them tried to get out. But the warning remained unheard and the cat anxiously watched as the other two also began to crawl out.

Clark noticed the three little creatures outside the burrow. He assumed they were kittens, the brood of the cat. He took a fast hold of one of them. Inside the burrow, the cat's eyes were anxiously roving.

The Revenge Of The Claws - PART 1

2 years has passed since that horrible day when Nancy Sanderson was killed. Everybody has forgotten the black cat - who has been hiding itself in the woods. However, her revenge is getting near....

Mary Anne was used to being alone. She got lost in the crowd. Her father was an ambitious lawyer. Her mother was a natty journalist. They scrambled for the computer as well as the phone. Therefore, Mary Anne had created her own world, a world in which she could feel at home. That world was in the forest. She was finally there.

Approximately 10 metres from that place, the black cat sneaked around. She had grown leaner and was tormented by the cold. But she had to defy it. The 3 kittens remained in the abandoned burrow, helpless and hungry. The cat was hungry too. For the last months she had lived on apple-cores, pieces of bread, mice and weasels. But that was before this awful winter came. A thick layer of snow covered the ground and blocked her usual feed. The burrow had been a retreat for her and the kittens ever since the horrible day 2 years ago, when Nancy Sanderson were killed.... That memory still made the cat tremble inside. Ever since then, she'd stayed away from humans and observed them from a hill - all those reporters who'd search in the famous barn. The cat didn't like the idea of killing humans. But the madness, the horrible madness, was still there.

Mary Anne gazed upon a squirrel who were collecting nuts. She thought of the silence. She had grown so used to it that she never noticed it. The squirrel suddenly disappeared. It was as if it had heard distant sounds who were approaching. Mary Anne tried to listen, but couldn't hear anything. She finally fell asleep close to a tree trunk.

The cat moved faster in the direction of the sound waves. They were slow and drawn-out. The cat sensed the vicinity of human being. A green froth oozed out of the corner of its mouth. The eyes expanded and became twice as big. The human had once been evil. The human had caused the wound in the neck. The human had let out the detestable bat. The bat had spread the disease. And the disease made her heart pound faster than normal.

Mary Anne woke up from her deep sleep. She heard small sobbing sounds. She saw a black cat with a green sludge in front of it. It looked like vomit. Mary Anne felt sorry for the cat. She held out her hand towards it.

"Don't be afraid. I'll help you."

The cat reacted as quick as lightning. The human was about to get nasty again. The cat opened its mouth and swallowed Mary Anne's wrist in a flash. A cascade of blood and froth belched out.

To be continued....

The Cat - PART 7

This is the last part, I'll post the sequel - "The Revenge Of The Claws" - later.

The moonlight shone as a cosy lantern on the small woodland road. The cat gazed everywhere in search for possible enemies. The madness wandered in her brain and she could still feel the smell of human blood. The cat turned down a beaten track. Not far away, there was a voluminous shrub. She heard the screams from a long distance. Squealing screams. There they were, perfectly camouflaged and exact copies of herself. Black, thin and with the same look in the eyes.

The horrible gleam. Her kittens.

She was proud of her ability to give birth to them. It hadn't been easy. She had almost consumed them once. But the instinct, the fantastic maternal instinct, had won.

She thought that motherhood would kill the terrible feeling inside her. The feeling who made her kill.

But as she fell asleep at the shrub, she knew that wasn't the case. The feeling was still there....

The Cat - PART 6

A cloudy day when the summerrain fell in steady streams, Nancy was looking after the cat. She dabbed the ugly wound with a handkerchief. The cat suddenly winced.

"Sorry", Nancy quickly said.

She walked backwards. The cat followed her, it guarded her with an almost furious look. Nancy took a deep breath. She would soon fall into the hay. The cat hurled ahead and bit Nancy's knee. Nancy cried out. The face was distorted in pain. She fell into the hay at once. The cat opened the mouth and Nancy saw the glimmer of the teeth.

"Nice cat", she whispered with shaky voice.

The cat attacked her again and scratched the neck with its sharp claws.

"Dad!" Nancy bawled. "Help!"

The family heard the bawl through the window. Jack ran inside the barn. The cat hissed. The eyes of Nancy were tattered, the pupils was about to flow out. The cat had bite off half of the upper lip and were (at the present moment) busy with slurping a bit of the collar bone. Lizzie and Sue came running.

"What has happened? What has happened?" Lizzie hysterically asked.

Sue had already begun to scream and now Lizzie did it too. The room echoed with inarticulated sounds while the cat tucked into its victim. The teeth cut their way through the forehead. Jack clutched his brown shotgun and screamed:

"Die, you execrable animal!"

The shots went off. One, two, three. The cat got off. Jack cussed. The cat attacked the foot of Sue. Jack raised the gun again. Bang! The cat once again stood aside. It disappeared through a hole in the wall.

"It escaped", Sue whined.

The tears were shining in her eyes.

"Oh, Nancy. Did you love the animal so much that you let it kill you?"

Jack held his gun.

"No, no", Lizzie protested.

"Oh yes", said Jack. "The cat escaped. Don't you see? It destroyed our lives. And now.... when Nancy no longer exists...."

"Alright", said Lizzie and gulped. "Take the gun and shoot me. I don't wanna live without Nancy. I don't see the point of continuing this life."

Her eyes were vacant and empty.

"Alright", said Jack resolutely. "I'll help you first. That way you won't see me do it. Lay down, Lizzie. Hold Sue."

Sue began to cry again.

"Let me go, Mum! Let me go!"

"No!" Lizzie shouted. "Be quiet!"

"Are you ready?" Jack mumbled.

"Yes", said Lizzie quietly. "I've always loved you. Goodbye Jack. Do it now."

Jack raised the barrel and shoot. Bang! He went down on his knees and bursted into uncontrollable crying.

"God, forgive me! I killed them.... I killed them...."

He picked up his jack knife and stabbed it straight into the throat.