http://search.deviantart.com/?q=by:Yveske&section=today deviantART RSS for by:Yveske en-us Copyright 2009, deviantART.com Fri, 11 Dec 2009 01:32:43 PST deviantART.com http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss http://s.deviantart.com/minish/widgets/apple-touch-icon-precomposed.png http://Yveske.deviantart.com/journal/28866065/ http://Yveske.deviantart.com/journal/28866065/ Thu, 10 Dec 2009 14:38:24 PST TheAspenintheWillows thingy is done. Well, actually it's not done. I feel I could add a LOT more to the story. And frankly, I want to do that. But I'm just gonna write the ideas down and postpone that untill next year. Otherwise I'll mess up my other projects and keep postponing other stuff, resulting in nothing getting finished and everything being messy. I think I'll start putting deadlines up for myself and try get some structural organisation into my writing. I really need to learn to finish things instead of just doing what I most want to do, cause so far that hasn't led to much constructive and finsihed works. Especially since I'm starting to write larger and larger works than I used to do. I remember that 1 or 2 pages would suffice for my ideas, but lately that hasn't been the case often. Not regarding prompts anyway. So for now, the S.S. story is as it should be for the prompt I was given.

On a sidenote, I had some agressive techno playing while writing the Santa story. Really weird, as the songs were anything but fitting for the story. But hey, it gave me the adrenaline I needed.

So Secret santa is done. Death's Christmas is next on the list, and should be finished before Christmas. That leaves me a fortnight to complete it. As well as translating the Secret Santa one in Dutch. I think I'll do that this weekend, so I can perhaps test it on some friends or relatives. So I probably won't be submitting anything untill then. All the other works mentioned in my previous journal [link] will be taken up again in January probably.

See you soon!

]]> ~Yveske http://Yveske.deviantart.com/journal/28728205/ http://Yveske.deviantart.com/journal/28728205/ Thu, 03 Dec 2009 13:18:01 PST
Anyway, just doing a friend from chat a favor. =Calyptra is participating in some contest, namely this one.

[link]

Go there, and vote for Calyptra's ...thingy kitty, which is this one : [link]

It's the prettiest one. Go Vote.

Wenches.

]]> ~Yveske http://Yveske.deviantart.com/journal/28656722/ http://Yveske.deviantart.com/journal/28656722/ Sun, 29 Nov 2009 17:20:18 PST

1) Project SotR.
Also know as Secrets of the Rainbow. Any resemblance with Lotr abreviations is purely coincidental. Either how, this is going to be a series of seven short stories. One for each color of the rainbow. Mostly exciting when I finish it, because I plan to bundle them up in a booklet. Some of you may find one in your mailbox whenever that happens. Give or take a few months, I need ideas for about 4 colors still XD Blue is done (it's in my gallery), and Red is in progress. I also will need to translate them to Dutch for my local supporters/fans/friends who just say it's good stuff cause they don't wanna insult me/family who do the same. Also, check [link] it's a brilliant matching picture for the series.

2) Forgive me father, I have sinned.
A longer short story (huh? what?) taking place in a prison. The first scene is posted in my scraps. [link] and there's a description of one of the main characters. [link] I have some other lose scenes as well, but none posted yet. For this story I'm trying to write scenes seperately, and I'll glue them together later. Trying that method, it's less stressing somehow. We'll see how it ends up. Kinda fun to write.

3) House of Roses
A short story still in the back of my mind. It's about a house with a lot of roses around it. Yes, thank you, Captain Obvious. We'll see when I get there.

4) Death's Christmas
The ultimate writing fun. Christmas being peaceful in general, usually offers some slack to Death. But not this year. He'll have a busy and special Christmas. Find out why when I post it around Christmas!

Meanwhile, prompts may appear whenever people in #writersforlife or #WFLstorytime manage to bother me with it. Also special thanks to those guys and girls there for all the support

]]> ~Yveske http://Yveske.deviantart.com/journal/28318211/ http://Yveske.deviantart.com/journal/28318211/ Thu, 12 Nov 2009 17:10:07 PST
Q: Hope what?
A: you daft being, I'm about to explain.

Lately, I've been hanging around in #writersforlife chat. It's a fun chat, and I actually feel inspired by it. People share parts and excerpts of their work, and I'm learning as a writer. Although there is a lot of ... mentally invigorating chat going on too (people from said chat know what I mean), there's also a lot of talk about actually writing. But mostly the sharing I enjoy. It's short pieces, and that's easier to read for my current short attention span. Especially when I'm sleep deprived again. Anyway

Q: get to the point, will you?
A: yes yes...

All this sharing is great, beacuse of this. Many people in there are absulotely fucking talented beyond recognition. I feel like a crap writer compared to the things I see there. The brilliant part is, I KNOW these people will get published with their great works. And I've had previews.

Q: rofl, and you think these people will know you when they are famous.
A: I'm making sure they do


Q: How?
A: I wrote a story about that

Q: link pl0x?
A: [link]

And yes I did. I'll update the journal with a link later.

Enjoy your life.

bitches!

]]> ~Yveske http://Yveske.deviantart.com/journal/27977980/ http://Yveske.deviantart.com/journal/27977980/ Mon, 26 Oct 2009 13:36:34 PDT Howeveer, fear not! As I was prying in myself for stuff to write, I came across a story I wrote ages ago. "Under a full moon" it's called, and it's not one of my best probably, but I do liked it. So I rewrote the whole thing. The story brought back some memories of old times on DA. Good times too, and eventually I decided to come back, even if just occasionally.

So, I'll post the story after this journal, and wish you happy readings!

On a secondary note, as I like discussing things and see other people's views on various subjects, I wrote a story a while ago about photographs. Part of that story is this paragraph, after the narator finds some old photographs in an attic:

"Old photographs always have this way to turn me into a philosophical mood. Aren’t photographs more than just the capture of a moment, tying the present? Don’t we take them thinking of the future, so that years from now, we can reminisce past times? Do we not take them, hoping that we wander back to the past, together with the others in the photograph, thinking of how everything was then? Does that not make pictures a source of hope? Uncle Gerard clearly doesn’t agree with me. “They are taken because we are afraid to lose the present, so capture the moment and carry it with us through time.” I call him a pessimist, but have a few doubts. Maybe we’re both right."

So, start thinking about it and let me know what pops to mind

]]> ~Yveske http://Yveske.deviantart.com/journal/18362175/ http://Yveske.deviantart.com/journal/18362175/ Sat, 17 May 2008 05:55:59 PDT Two months of therapy have passed, and I have learned a lot about the human psyche as well as myself. The end conclusion was most interesting though. During my last weeks, I Had asked for a thourough evaluation of my psychological self. So I got to do some fun tests, such as the Rorsach-test (that's the one where they show you ink-stains and ask what you see in them), a lengthy Yes-No test with 567 questions, etc. And so we found I have a form of a bipolair disorder, type II, which is similair to manic-depression. I remember the psychologue telling me this very gently, as if she was afraid she'd insult me. But I was relieved. Finally I knew what was going wrong all these years, and that it's just something I couldn't help for most part. I felt almost redeemed in the dys after I had gotten the news. It suddenly made more sense, all these things that went wrong and that I couldn't fix. I wasn't the problem, it was (and is) my disease. Because that's what it is, a disease (not contageous, don't worry). It's something I can't help, but I have to live with, and learn to control through various little things that are obvious to other people, but not to me. I was able to let a few things that have been bothering me, go now. Pain subsided, thoughts and memories became just that, and it was as if the sun broke through a rainy day. The enemy within has a name now. Which makes it a lot easier to send hatemail (I kid I kid).

More news, I got a new girlfriend, and she has a page on DA. Gogo visit Lienemien. Now, k tnx. µ

Note to self: journals getting shorter. Must change!

]]> ~Yveske http://Yveske.deviantart.com/journal/17349218/ http://Yveske.deviantart.com/journal/17349218/ Sat, 15 Mar 2008 15:10:29 PDT So what did I do a whole year long? I played WoW, not because it's an addictive game, but because it gave me a whole world to hide in. Being Yina the female druid (hey, if you gonna look at a toon for hours a day, you better look at something pretty) was a nice experience. But life never fails at being ironic. Playing a healer in an online game for months, I eventually ended up being the one needing heals in reality. And some decent healing was in order. I however, will spare the details as I don't feel like being called an emo kid. Then again, emo kids don't usually end up in the psychiatric part of the hospital. Yes, you are reading correctly. I was taken in for a severe depression and spent the last three weeks in hospital getting therapy. Quite the strengthening experience I must say. The conclussion of the psychiatrist was "Vital Depression". Which, in my case, manifested itself in a dominant solitair behaviour. The more annoying part of this is less of an interesting matter. It means that depression is literally in my genes, and that there's no real cure for it. What I need to do is, change a few of my thinking patterns, and perhaps medication. The latter I'd rather avoid as I'm not fond of pills and all that, but if it's what it takes, I'll do it. Because I'm goddamn sick now of falling into depressions over and over again. Luckily, I'm blessed with the best sister ever (ya rly), and my parents are supporting me very greatly as well.
But the road is still long, and I'll be doing therapy during a day for a few weeks more I think. Which is alright, the other people there are very nice and cool, and I made some really good friends during my time in the hospital. And some fans because I let them read my works

Oh yea, another thing. I'm not sure I'll be posting stuff on DA again, but hey, you never know. I just might if I'll bother translating.

This in short to inform the people that have wondered where the hell I've been so long.

I'll be around.

]]> ~Yveske http://Yveske.deviantart.com/journal/12231326/ http://Yveske.deviantart.com/journal/12231326/ Sun, 18 Mar 2007 11:01:59 PDT Monday was an odd day. After work, the loss from the past came in while I was sitting in the club. Just walked there, ignored me like I was air. It hurt like hell. And then everything came back. In a split second, I managed to relive every moment and emotion since november 30 2005. I left what I was doing, and went home. Started obsessed cleaning, music, reading things online, singing along to songs. But my appartment felt empty. Then I knew what was wrong. Like I wrote in Sleeping Angel. Home isn't home. And I ran into one person that used to give me that feeling of being home. I knew what to do. Cellphones are wonderful things, because with a few presses you can contact angels if you know them. Which I did. She couldn't come untill late that night. Patiently, I lived towards the late hour. Just went to people in order to be busy all evening untill she'd come. They didn't notice I felt like crap.
By half past eleven, she came in my appartment. And I was home again. Home is that place where you can be yourself. So I became myself, and told her what had happened. She knew what to do as well. Comforting wings of friendship around my weary body. Warmth of feathers. I needed that. She wouldn't go untill I slept. She stayed untill I started fading away between reality and dreams. Half awake I told her a few times to go. She wouldn't, untill I asked four times.
"Go home, before I ask you to stay."
"Would you want that?" she asked.
"Of course I would, but just go now." She took her keys and left. I finally slept. For the first time in ages, I slept good.

Ever since then, I haven't been able to take my mind of this. What a good friend can do for you, is amazing. This scene, would also be perfect for the novel I've been thinking about ever since I wrote "Sent Angels that have forgotten". I think I'll use it, with the details that I've not given here. Lately, I've just been experiencing things I can perfectly use for this novel (Drowned Angels). Such beautiful moments make a novel just a pleasure to both write and read. Since I seem not to find catharsis in life, I still have to find a way to provide it myself. Drowned Angels will be that catharsis. I just need to start it soon.

The rest of the week was rather calm. Just work, and things after work. Running into the past again on tuesday. But facing it and not running away this time. My angel said I should talk to my past. But I doubt the past would either do, or want that.

Friday night is when things got weird again. I went to a gothic party in Leuven, and met an old friend again whom I refound a month ago. We hadn't seen each other in almost ten years. One month ago, we had spent all night chatting and laughing. She even drove me home, and we had breakfast in "Het Borrelhuis". Was a wonderful night and morning that time. This time, she told me something odd. That ten years ago, she used to look at me, and have a feeling of being home. Struck me as odd, that she'd say that. Another mutual friend that was with us, told me I just have that effect on people. I make them feel at home. Weird how I can have that effect on many people, but only one person has it on me. Guess I'm quite the picky person. Still, it felt nice hearing someone say that.
Sometimes, my life is just one big story. And despite feeling like crap sometimes, being in a story, is great.

On the funnier side of life :
In Leuven I heard a song I hadn't heard in ages either. For those of you who dare to listen to songs with politically total incorrect intros I present to you ;
"Gelobnis" by P.A.L.
Took me two days to find it and download it. Yes, downloading is piracy, but it's not my bloody fault you can't buy this stuff anywhere. Far too underground. Be warned, this song is is kinda industrial-noise-electro-goth-watherever category.

On the competitive side of life :
We have the regional Championship of Call of Cthulhu coming up as well. I plan to go visit those in The Netherlands and Germany as well. That gives me three shots at a trophy like last year. I like trophies. They be shiny. Shiny things be nice. I'll keep you updated.

]]> ~Yveske http://Yveske.deviantart.com/journal/12145617/ http://Yveske.deviantart.com/journal/12145617/ Sun, 11 Mar 2007 15:15:17 PDT First of all, thanks a lot for the many happy messages in the previous journal. I meant something to read that people have in fact missed me and my work in this virtual environment. Except for one note which I found stuck up and not worth replying to. Seems I'm not the only one who can't let things go. But bygones for that.

It's been a rather interesting weekend. I started with wandering around in town on friday afternoon. from one bar to another. A coffee here, a coke there. Somehow just didn't feel right in any place. The wandering feeling, you know it perhaps. Just going around and never feeling comfortable where ever the road takes you. Though I had good laughs and nice talks with people in each place I went, it just never felt right. It's an enourmous freedom, to go where you want to go. The cats are patient, they know I'll get back eventually, and they don't really care when. It hit me that it's just that which disturbs me. My freedom. This absolute freedom to do whatever I please. I didn't even shop for food, because who cares? I can always go eat somewhere if I'm hungry. Sure, it's expensive, but it's just money anyway. What do I need it for? Later that night I had a few drinks with my brother in law. I had been wanting to do that for a long time. just him and me. We had a good time, chatting and laughing. But something just didn't feel right. Eventually he went home, because he did have someone waiting for him. Couldn't be too late, could he? Sure, no problem.
When I came home that night, I left a light on while I slept. Hoping that an angel would see it and send me a message again. But she didn't. No sleeping angel tonight.

Saturday was just the same. Wandering around, but nowhere to go. Played some fun games at the club, had a few beers. Went to visit my sister again. Got some food late at night, went to the gaming club again. But then I knew where I had to go. To that bench under the cathedral where I used to sit a lot. Just sitting there and wait. So I took my notebook and went there.

I'm sitting on the bench underneath the cathedral. It's already a new day, but the city isn't interested in that. People walk past me, from one bar to another. Now and then a car. From the corner comes the sound of dampened music, sometimes louder when the door opens. It's the night from saturday to sunday, but I'm not interested in it. I sit here, and wait. Even though I don't know for what, or who. I do know I'm wasting my time, because nothing will happen. Never has something happened, which was worth mentioning. Then why do I sit here? The dampened music grows loiuder again, because the door of the bar opens again. To let my memories from there come out, who then sit besides me and start talking. Remember that night, when you took her out to there? When you opened the door yourself? Sure you do. You'd never forget it. But the only thing she wanted to do together, was have a drink, nothing more.
I look to my left, but see nothing. The talking just keeps on going. You were so happy at the start of that evening. At the end you weren't, but you kept smiling. She left, and moved on. So did you, but you're still ehre. Stubbornly you're still in the feeling of that night.
Enough. I get up and look at the clock on the tower. It tells me I've been sitting here for almost nine years. I leave while I know I can't get out of there. Next week I'll be sitting here again. Or still.


I wrote that in a blurr, actually. Hardly realising what I was writing down. After that I went back to the club, not reading what I wrote. Some more fun, a few beers, and then home again. Slept with the light on. No one saw it.

Sunday, things got interesting. I wandered around a bit too, after getting up really late at three in the afternoon. But when I was in "Het Borrelhuis" I read what I had written the night before. It was just right. That's why I sit there. Reliving that night. Hoping things would change, but they won't. They can't, it's in the past. If things went different that night, I wouldn't have been wandering this weekend. I wouldn't have to wait for an angel. I would come home to one everynight. Or come home with that angel. But my life is blessed with devil's presence in everything do. Some people say god has a plan with everybody. So does the devil, and he's winning in today's world.
Shortly after I thought of that, a friend came in. We talked, and somehow, he mentioned a quote he read somewhere.
"To have, is the end of longing." Simple, but true. Longing. That's what I've been doing all weekend. Longing for change in the past, and in the presence, so the future won't be the same. And then I just knew what never felt correct. I was tired of longing.

Once I had a dream. That in... ]]> ~Yveske http://Yveske.deviantart.com/journal/12068586/ http://Yveske.deviantart.com/journal/12068586/ Mon, 05 Mar 2007 14:11:07 PST Well, I did. Hah. who fooled who here? I myself, it would seem.
November Nevermore is gone. Since months. Just the month, however. But I've written quite some stories and poems in the meanwhile. And well, I just can't hold those back from you. Can I? Sure I can. But I don't want to. Wasn't my plan writing to change the world? Then I need to show the world, damnit. So here I am again, world. Locked, loaded, ready to aim. Because it's time to fight back. I have a legion of guardian angels (literally) to back me up. And I have two options with that;
Either send them straight into hell and fight the devil. Get my justice. Salvation.
Or drive the devil back whence he came from. And let him be punished for failing by whatever he was sent by. Get my justice. Salvation.
Option B is tougher. An even bigger challenge.
Let's try that first.

Anyway... >.>

The first story is "Sleeping Angel". Based on a true event a month or two ago. It's 95 % of what happened a random saturday night. The rest is literal fixing or dramatising for the story. Enjoy reading like I enjoyed being in it.

More stuff will follow.

Oh yea, booklets....
I'm a slacker. Someone remind me to get on with it. Slap me. But not to hard.

]]> ~Yveske http://Yveske.deviantart.com/journal/10898303/ http://Yveske.deviantart.com/journal/10898303/ Thu, 30 Nov 2006 06:10:42 PST 24 past 2 in the afternoon.
From my boxes come the bittersweet tones of a Lacrimosa song. I bought the CD a while ago just for that song. "Ich Verlasse heut dein Hertz."
And I reminisce about what happened exactly one year ago. To the minute as I'm writing this. My own personal war started, and it has been tough so far. Faith in many things was lost, and not renewed for most. Time lost every meaning, when it seemed that four years meant nothing. Loyalty got crushed, trust broken. Left strolling on memory lane for days, weeks, months, a year. It's the street right next to Brokenheart Boulevard. Right after Heartbreak Hotel. Creepy neighbourhood.

The day after that, things got weirder and insanity slipped through. All shields were gone, guardian angels left. The devil laughed and eventually marked me as a target for his minions. Vague memories of hunting them came back, but meant nothing once the truth got revealed. What does being a hunter mean, when you and others around you are the hunted now? More insanity followed those days, but was driven back. Not completely. Hell had changed too much during the abscence of the icy guardians which she once drew. They were so fierce untill the dragon got captured. Imprisoned in a statue in England. Freed by the mother of many. But all help came too late. Halloween last year went wrong. The gates did open as they always do, but other things seeped through. Sure, they had the circles they said. If I had been in them, things would have changed. Or maybe if she never knew about them.

Yea, that's how insane I've been. Weird dreams that become a reality. Funny thing, the mind. What loss can do to a man is amazing. Things would have been different if only one man could just say "sorry" instead of feeling attacked when I ask one simple question. It just showed he had no code.
I do.
And I live strictly by it.
Rule # 2: You don't go for someone else's love. Under any circumstances.
Even if there would be such a thing as "meant to be". If you choose to believe things are meant to be, you can be the puppet of Fate.
If you believe that things happen to us so we can learn from them, why don't things like school hurt like a salted knife in your back?
Sure, life's tough. But there's always other ways.
I got blamed because I tried the easy way out, while you did it yourself, in the cause of everything. We both should know the easy way is wrong, which justifies it for both of us to say it to the other.

I was told I need to let go.
Rule # 1: A true promise made is a promise kept. No one ever seemed to understand that rule which I live by. But I DO keep the true promises I make. Hence I rarely make promises.

And to end this: I do still believe the devil played his tricks in all this. Quit thinking in persons if that's what you're doing. If only you remembered the distant past like I do, you'd know whom I mean. I remember writing a story about it, which you just flung to the backseat like it was an old rag. Read it once and discarded it. Old paper to be.
It's a lost battle for me, and the devil runs around with a pretty corpse of what once was beautiful. Murdered and slaughtered, to become a puppet of today's world.


Anyway, this is adressed to just one person who will probably hate my guts even more now. But why should I care? What I've lost is no more. They won. Congrats. I'll do my attempts in changing this world, and if it doesn't work, too bad. Someone else will replace me. I was easily replaced before. I'll still do my strikes in this war against whatever is trying to take it over.
For those who think the world is a better place than it was a few hundred years ago, because people don't die from diseases that much anymore, we take care of the poor and hungry, and blah blah, I say this : Wake up from your naivity. Is it truly better? A few hundred years ago students didn't get guns and shot their bullies in school. Children didn't start stealing and molesting people at age 7 (yes, SEVEN. It's happened). People weren't overly stressed because of something trivial as money, the dead god that seems to rule Planet Earth today. People were loyal and trustworthy. They kept promises. We still wage war, that hasn't changed, but doesn't need further comment.

Sometimes, I wish I was naive too.

No, the world isn't a nice place to be right now. And I've truly realized that a year ago. But I rather didn't know, and remained happy with what I had. it's not like you're doing something to change it.


I'm also leaving DA. But I'll contact the right people once the booklet is finished. I have not stopped that.

Goodbye everyone, and thanks for all the support and help.

]]> ~Yveske http://Yveske.deviantart.com/journal/10255201/ http://Yveske.deviantart.com/journal/10255201/ Mon, 02 Oct 2006 03:10:00 PDT

Work, yes. Well, work. Hah. Writing doesn’t always feel like work, albeit it is. So much to pay attention too. But then again, every hobby has that. Now, I’ll keep this short. Project booklet should come to an end soon for the English version. Since I’m lazy and have written more in English since it started, I have decided to finish that one first. It’s mostly set up, apart from the intro, index and all that ‘finishing-touch’ business. Oh yea, the “Thanks to blah blah” thingy too. Worries for later. I need to do one last call to the co-operators of this project.


Q: OMG NOES! What do you want this time? Leave us alone!

A: Relax. I just need some information of some people still. Those contributing to this have been asked before to send me any info about themselves they would like in it. Consider it a commercial for your work and yourself Your own thoughts about your work with the story it was made by, something about yourself, your work experiences with art etc etc. If nothing, that’s fine too, I’ll just make up something


Q: But you removed the story from your gallery and I didn’t save it

A: Then send me a note with an email address, and you will have it again soon enough.

Now, I really want to get this one done somewhat soon, so I’ll give you until the end of the month for this information. You’ve all been waiting long enough yourselves too. Then I’ll start worrying about the actual distribution of it. I might have a trip coming up that could be expensive for my terms, so maybe I’ll just email it. But we’ll see. I’d rather send a real booklet, but I still have to look into the actual costs. So no worries yet 


Q: Can we go back to our normal lives after that?

A: No. Because I say so.

Hah.

]]> ~Yveske http://Yveske.deviantart.com/journal/9960442/ http://Yveske.deviantart.com/journal/9960442/ Mon, 04 Sep 2006 06:50:38 PDT
~Maximiliaan Desnacht ~

Mood: Crazy / relaxed
Listening to: Syntax (choose a song)

Time has never been my thing to believe in. Everything just goes by. People cross your path and leave to walk with others. You walk with other people yourself. Words are said and become the past right away. Only the moment is there.
I don't believe in time. Yet I need it now and then. Once, someone went into the desert to think for fourty days. Coincidentally, there's almost 40 days between my last two stories. The reason for that is that I needed some 'time' to think things over. I had tons of ideas, still do, but could not find the motivation to actually start writing. Luckily, I sometimes get ideas for stories, that I just have to write down right away. It's an odd unexplainable feeling. Some stories just have to written the moment you get the idea. Stories like Celia, Drive, Shortest Straw.
This told me I'll probably never be a published writer. Not because of a lack of talent (I do believe in my talent), but because of my lack of motivation sometimes. I don't see myself working against the clock for some publisher.
"I can't finish the book before December, Sir. I don't believe in Time."
I doubt they'll accept that. But it's allright. My last stories have done exactly what I wanted them to do. They made people cry and think. They made people smile and think. They made people think. The world can only change if people think. About themselves mostly. Because I can't change the world without your help. If you won't change, so won't the world. That's still my motivation to write. But it's tough to keep up if you watch the news now and then. Nothing seems to change, while I know very well that I won't see any changes I might hopefully cause. That's demotivating sometimes.
I should stop watching the news. Then again, I can't try change things if I don't keep an eye on what's wrong.
Being a writer is a double edged blade.
But given time, I'll learn

So I would like to thank everyone who's read my stories and let them touch you. It means a lot to me.

Chats :

Club :

]]> ~Yveske http://Yveske.deviantart.com/journal/9584724/ http://Yveske.deviantart.com/journal/9584724/ Thu, 03 Aug 2006 06:03:24 PDT "It's a quiz ! "

"That's correct, you win an imaginative box of oranges"

*imaginative box of oranges*



Isn't this my lucky day?

Mood: Crazy / relaxed
Listening to: Syntax (choose a song)

it sure is. I get a long nice fun quiz to do, weeee

The Opposite Sex.
1. Guitar or Drum Player: Guitar. Play me a serenade under my window, babe
2. Skater or Surfer: Pull up the pants, or take them off, but not in between, peh-lease!
3. Brown or Blue Eyes: Blue blue blue !
4. Blonde or Brunette: That's probably the most retarded question people could ask me. Everyone knows the answer to that.
5. Brains or Looks: Brains (with looks)

Food.
6. Hamburger or Hot dog: Hamburger, we're not in China
7. Pie or Cake: Cake, with butter
8. Apple or Banana: fruit?
9. Coke or Pepsi: Coke, Pepsi comes out of the gutter.
10. Chicken or Beef: Both? Oo
11. Oreos or Chips Ahoy: wth are Oreos?
12. Pancakes or Waffles: Whatever is available
13. Chocolate or Vanilla: Vanilla, with chocolate sauce
14. Strawberry or Cherry: Strawberry, cherries are icky
15. Watermelon or Cantaloupe: Watermelon, because I don't know ftw a cantathingy is
16. Potato salad or Macaroni Salad: Potato. for starters. Then macaroni
17. Wheat or White: wth kinda of an option is this?
18. Tic Tacs or Candy: Tic Tacs
19. Sausage or Bacon: Both?
20. Sour Cream and Onion or BBQ: BBQ please ~

Sports.
21. Baseball or football: pfft, sports
22. Swim or Track: see above
23. Tennis or Golf: Tennis : le repeat
24. Skiing or Sledding: Skiing, it's not a sport. you step on the damn things, and glide, it's easy.
25. Sledding or Jogging: A sled behind a horse. Let the horse do the sporting

Clothes.
26. Pants or Shorts: Pants, with shorts under that
27. Zip-Up or Pull-Over: Neither
28. Dresses or Skirts: Le haha
29. Mittens or Gloves: Neither, again
30. Print or Solid: ftw, clothing obsessed people... begone!

Music.
31. Punk or Rock: Both
32. Pop or Alternative: Both
33. Aladdin or Lion King: Aladdin. The blue spirit pwns.
34. Snow White or Sleeping Beauty: Sleeping Beauty, she's blonde.
35. Comedy or Drama: Comedy to cry at with all the bad jokes, drama to laugh at because it's not happening to me
36. Horror or Science Fiction: Horror

Computer/Video Games.
37. AOL or MSN: MSN
38. Dogpile or Google: Google- can find anything. Dogpile? ftw...
39. Mac or PC: PC
40. PS2 or Xbox: Neither, PC all the way
41. Mario Brothers or Zelda: pfft

Animals.
42. Cat or Dog: Cats
43. Fish or Hamster: Do they come with fries?
44. Tiger or Lion: Tiger (Asian ones, with black stripes)
45. Butterfly or Lady Bug: Butterflies. A whole field of them please
46. Seals or Otters: Sealed otters >_>

All about me
A - AVAILABLE? Yah
B - BEST SPORT? Slacking (it's a sport)
C - CRUSH? Why do they always ask that in such quizes? Get your own crush !
D - FAVOURITE DRINK? Beer, tea.
E - EASIEST PERSON TO TALK TO? Pick one ~
F - FAVORITE COLOR? Umm... purple or so (to avoid the "black isn't a color" discussion)
G - GUMMY BEARS OR GUMMY WORMS? Gummy bears
H – HOMESTATE? Belgica
I - INSTRUMENT? Used to play some guitar
J -... ]]> ~Yveske http://Yveske.deviantart.com/journal/9468640/ http://Yveske.deviantart.com/journal/9468640/ Sun, 23 Jul 2006 14:04:29 PDT
~Maxililiaan Desnacht~

Mood: Crazy / relaxed
Listening to: Lacrimosa (choose a song)

I'm not God. I can't do it all in seven days. Write, edit, edit again, edit again...(I do that these days, really!) then edit again. Then translate and edit the translation. It takes some time. But I'm going for it. I've been quite low on submitting lately, but I've not been sitting still.
Someone asked me to write a romantic happy story a while ago. So I thought a bit about it, and started on one. Then I threw the idea out. It sucked, was no good, the paper it was printed on couldn't even be used to wipe ... anyways. I restarted after I stood on my balcony thinking about it. I started with exactly that scene, and then the ideas hit me. It's pretty much finished in Dutch now. (it just needs another edit). The person who asked for it has read it, and loved it for some reason. I never thought I'd be able to write a happy story, certainly not a romantic one. I will start translating it as soon as possible after editing it. Look out for a story called "Falling stars". I warn you, it's 8 pages in Word (and some lines), but I'll submit in chapters for an easy read. About 3 or 4, will see after editing.

Upcoming

Train of Angels : Also a "recent" story. A week or so ago, I took my old toytrain out of the box and put it on the living room on a shelf to show it. It's 15 years old, so kinda worth something since it's never been used. That reminded me I once wrote a story about a toytrain, 2 years ago. And suddenly I got hit by the perspective I needed for the story. I was never really happy with it, but now I am. For those who have ever read it, it's changed a lot now, though the "plot" remained. It needs some editing though, but translation will follow after that too. Again, I warn you, it's 7 pages+ in Word, expect chapters.

Stukas : After the previous 2 have been edited and translated, I will set myself on finishing this one. I've been putting it aside far too long. I will try and finish it chapter by chapter, and translate each chapter before going onto the next one.

Josar : It seemed like a lovely idea, and I still think it is. I will try and get this done in between the others, as a side-project with a somewhat relaxed writing style.

Project Mycantra : My old fantasy setting. I've been thinking of getting back into that one too. Remains in stasis for now, however.

The booklet project: Once Falling stars, Train of angels and Stukas are finished, I will try get first versions printed out and have some "insiders" look at it. I will also need "The Carriage" translated first too. Still looking for preview pictures for that one, by the way!
Also looking for pictures for some other stories. read here : [link]

Special thanks goes out this week to . Really nice guy, and I wish God would edit his life a bit too sometimes. He's been getting some previews of the Dutch version of stories, and he's been honest and open in his critiques to me. Sometimes they weren't much, but it's still appreciated if you give someone a story to read, and you hardly hear anything untill he's finished reading it. That means the story was interesting enough Thanks a lot for your help bro Also a big thanks for working on a picture for "Falling stars".

That's all for now folks!

Chats :

Club :


Library of my works to be found at : [link] Because I lack preview pictures for literature, it's... ]]> ~Yveske http://Yveske.deviantart.com/journal/9332178/ http://Yveske.deviantart.com/journal/9332178/ Mon, 10 Jul 2006 12:08:53 PDT
~Maxililiaan Desnacht

Mood: Crazy / relaxed
Listening to: Der brennende Komet

Let start with the tagged part. Not one of the most favorite quizes I've seen, but since =K-Lynnette asked, I'll do it anyways.

1. Look at your right side. What did you see the most?
I see a small table. There are CD's on it, a few books, a box with contents only I know about. The obligatoiry pen. Remote controls collecting dust. Behind that, is one of my deep blue couches. I call it the Seat of the Audience, because that's where people sit when I read my stories out loud. Though that's for a very select audience.
Behind that's the wall. Posters from the various games I play. One of my own writings, and next to that the matching picture from =K-Lynnette, the preview picture from Stukas. Yellow-green wall, with white stains from reperations the previous owners did. A wall of memories.

2. Look at left. So, what did you see this time?
Closed curtains, because the sun's directly at my window at this hour, and would blind the screen if I left them open. Books on the stones beneath the windows. A case to carry models in next to that. A small wooden box with tiny drawers to keep various stuff in. A poem from ~Junipersweet, and my very own Field of Butterflies, printed on the matching picture from, yes, again, =K-Lynnette There's a lot of her art on my walls. Don't envy her for that, just be as good.

3. In what mood you are now? Tell me about your feelings.
Happy, relaxed, contemplating my writing works for today. Life's good at the moment. I'm not really looking further than that these days. From day to day. I like it that way. Escaping reality while I still can. I'll go back once I feel like it. Reality owes me big time anyway. Gotta love giving it a guilt trip.
Enjoying the cigar I bought today, too.

4. What will you do after taking this stupid test?
Finish the cigar while chatting or writing, probably during both. Eat something after that.

5. Describe you in 3 words. Only 3 words.
Only 3? There's so much more about me than just 3 words. And if you don't believe me, and think you can describe yourself in just 3 words, then you need some self confidence. I'll give 3 anyways, you can fill up some more for yourself about me, if you really want to
-Funny
-Caring
-Insightful

6. About what was your latest dream you remember?
Let's not go there ><

7. What do you think about this test?


8. Latest full CD you've listened to.
Raymond van het groenewoud, compiliation CD. You don't know him. He's a Belgian / Flemish singer, but one of the best we have. Or ever had for that matter. He sings about everything, and the best song ever is : Je veux l'amour. Which, despite the french title, is still sung in Dutch The man knows his job, and does it well. We love you, Mr. Raymond.

9. Latest full movie you've watched.
I think that was Citizen Kane. Archaic movie from the 50's. It's great, old, but great. The symbolism in the movie is just fantastic, and owns a lot of modern day movies.

10. Latest person, who makes you smile.
The person who wrote this quiz, because this is the 3rd time he/she mixed up last with latest.

11. Latest person, who makes you cry.
That very same person, because he/she managed to do it a 4th time

12. Describe your feelings like a color. What color it will be?
You know that story 'The colour fom out of space." by H.P. Lovecraft? That'd be it. If you don't know, get reading. [link]

13. Do you remember latest kiss?... ]]> ~Yveske http://Yveske.deviantart.com/journal/9270188/ http://Yveske.deviantart.com/journal/9270188/ Tue, 04 Jul 2006 11:13:38 PDT
Hah.

Mood: Literatural romantic
Listening to: Wannes van de velde ~Mijn mansarde ~
Reading: Life (it's a great book, read it)

A few weeks ago, I was in the gaming club, playing a game with Arjaan at the bar. Because he was busy in between helping other customers (aka, buying time because he needed to think, I was winning), I took my bag and grabbed my latest poem. Gave it to Steven to read, thought he might like it. But he replied something unexpected.
"I'm not gonna read it. You will, out loud, for everyone." I protested, because I didn't think it was that good, and merely wanted an opinion. He instisted, and knew how to convince me.
"I'll give you a beer of you do."
"And me too!" shouted someone else. And yet someone else-else added one more. So there I was, 3 beers offered for a poem. Hmm. I quickly won my game (Eat that, Arjaan!) and crawled onto the bar. If I had to read, I had to be in front and hearable and visable. So I read my poem out loud.
That night I got home, but I can't really remember how. I did remember I had an assignment for a new poem. About vacuuming. They wanted a new poem by next week, and to be sure it wasn't an old one I'd bring, they gave the subject. This has been happening 3 times now, and tomorrow's subject is "postal pigeon".
Too bad for most of you, all those poems are Dutch =/ and untranslatable because that would ruin the funny and silly rhymes. I have no choice but to keep this out of reach from my english speaking friends on DA here. i'm very sorry, but there's little I can do. After all, my main language is Dutch, and I should write in Dutch too.
I would also like to ask, not to post comments in English under them, saying you can't read it. I know that very well,, and it just fills up my message centre with rather useless, yet funny, info. Thanks for your attention though

Anyhow.
The project that's been keeping me from continueing other stories in progress on DA (Stuklas, Josar, etc...) will soon come to an end. I hope by the end of the week. I should find more time then, to get back to reading up some people's work, and comment and stuff, as well as finish my own things here.
I should also go out less, it's becoming time consuming and money consuming ~
But it's great fun

Library of my works to be found at : [link] Because I lack preview pictures for literature, it's easier to find a specific work here. (under construction still) ]]> ~Yveske http://Yveske.deviantart.com/journal/9202509/ http://Yveske.deviantart.com/journal/9202509/ Tue, 27 Jun 2006 17:31:48 PDT Mood: Cloudy mind
Listening to: The Cure ~ Lovesong
Reading: Life (it's a great book, read it)

Seems like the ever lovely =love4art tagged me again (le zomg-age).
So sure, why not. Learn something about me while reading (as if you'd wanna know )

10 things that make me happy. Hmm. I'll not put them in any specific order.

1. My friends. They've saved my ass many times. Patches for wounds they've been. A reason to smile and wake up. The people that shaped me without them knowing it. There's some of each of them in my own personality. I seem to have taken over some little habbits of most of them. Things I do, or say. But I guess that's what friendships do after lasting 13+ years.
Thanks mates

2. My family can do the same, but in a less concrete manner. It's different, and I sometimes feel that certain members of my family are more the friends from 1, than real family. It's a weird thing. My sister's a really special case though. She's a wonder.
Thanks Krisje

3. There's one special man in my life, who's neither one of the old friends, neither family. His name is Godefridus, and he's old enough to be my dad. Funny thing is, he sometimes treats me like I'm his son. I've even gotten pocket money from him. Yea, at my age. It's a special thing, but it makes me happy sometimes. We can just sit in a bar and say nothing for a while, and just drink a few beers. We don't need words to understand eachother. It's cool

4. The bars I hang out in.
You all know about the Oberonn (gaming club) , that's old news But the place still makes me happy. I'm a bit of an insider there, because of the tournaments I organize and such, I feel really accepted there. If you're ever in Hasselt, visit the place. You might catch me on me weekly poetry reading there It's a place filled with memories for me.
Het Borrelhuis: My recent new place. It's the bar Godefridus frequents daily, and i've found myself there a lot too, lately. A few weekends ago, I was there more than home. The staff there all got to know me, and I'm almost being treated as the regulars there. They can judge by the time I enter what I want to drink. Coffee before noon, and beer after 3PM It's a lovely place, too. Not easy to find if you're not familiar with Hasselt, and I like that. Some great memories there too.

5. Writing. Duh. It's what I do, and a lot, but you all know a shitload about how I write already, and why and such. So moving on to the next one that's connected to this.

6. The muze. My angel with wings feathered with friendship. Never fails to make me smile. I'd be writing a lot (read: a LOT) less if it weren't because of her.
I.O.U. But I'll find something. Mark my words.

7. My past. How odd that may sound for those who know the more recent of it. It makes me smile, because it's been good. It's been a learning school for the past 27 years, and a harsh one at times. But I'm alive and kicking butt. There's a roof over my head and I have food in the fridge. I have good friends that were part of that past. I have good memories from family in that past. Also from bars
My memories make me smile. Even the harsh ones are doing that. Because I'm really starting to learn. It never ends, and that's good. Learning is a good thing.
So screw you people who want to get over things and forget them. That's like studying for an exam, and then forgetting everything afterwards because you don't need it anymore. Bullshit. Cry a tear over your crappy past now and then, but remember why you cry. Laugh over other things, and enjoy that smile. Life's a sun shining on you 24/7, your past is the shadow that always haunts you. And it's useless to turn around and try haunt your shadow. It... ]]> ~Yveske http://Yveske.deviantart.com/journal/9163564/ http://Yveske.deviantart.com/journal/9163564/ Fri, 23 Jun 2006 21:02:42 PDT
~Maximiliaan Desnacht ~

Mood: Story telling mood
Listening to: Syntax ~ Strange days
Reading: Life (it's a great book, read it)

That's how I found myself about 30 minutes ago. And wouldn't you like to know why.
I can't tell.
Some things, are best left where they started, even good things like this. It makes me wonder though, that I always seem able to share the bad moments through some stories or poems, but not the good ones. I guess it's the self catharsis that comes with writing sometimes. You write down the bad things, and they're just that. Things on paper. That's why you keep the good for yourself, so you never get rid of it. It's nice to share some good things, like I've done before. But what happened today, is one of those rare gems in the life of a writer. Call me Scrooch, but this one goes in the vault of my heart, where I look at it by the light of the memory.

And you are wondering why I'm telling you this then, I guess.

The reason is that said event will cause me to priorise some things currently happening in my life, mostly artwise. This means I'll be spending some less time on projects I've been working on. Like the booklet, and Josar. All if it will be postponed for a while, and I'm not able to say for how long. A week, 2 weeks, a month...I can't tell. I can't escape my weekly poetry readings at the gaming club though, because, I'm sorry, my real life friends are expecting it, and I owe them some favors . They go before DA, sorry!
I'll be focusing most of my attention to another project thus, which I can't share openly, and probably never will. It will help my writing, however, so it's all for the best I think.

Also, since school's a failure this year due to unforseen events, I've asked some people from my old job, to get it back. I feel like I'm ready for a real job again, and it'd be awesome if I could get my job at the glass-recycling company again. It's hard work sometimes, but the mood there was awesome, and that just makes up for it. And going back to work where you already know people and vice versa, would be a fast and easy way to get back into it. They were rather enthousiastic when they hear I wanted to go back, so who knows, maybe I can. Chances aren't that big, but hey, one can try. I need a better income. I've been going out a lot more lately, and enjoying life in the city. But it's a bit more expensive than I can afford at the moment, so a job would be good. To be honest, a job doesn't always matter what it is. I just want to enjoy life and get my future up and running.

To live, have fun, enjoy life, get energy to change the world like I promised you all I will do my best to stick to that.

And get more moments like tonight's. It was priceless, unforgettable.

Library of my works to be found at : [link] Because I lack preview pictures for literature, it's easier to find a specific work here. (under construction still)

"I used to expect wonders of some sorts. I've learned that hoping for them works better. Expectations tend to be on the front of your thoughts, while hopes slumber below. Less dissapointing that way if nothing happens, and I've found that things happen, when you almost forgot you were hoping for them."

~Maximiliaan Desnacht ~ ]]> ~Yveske http://Yveske.deviantart.com/journal/9041440/ http://Yveske.deviantart.com/journal/9041440/ Sun, 11 Jun 2006 21:47:20 PDT
Mood: Story telling mood
Listening to: Syntax ~ Strange days

So dear =nethlegolas tagged me for a quiz. Fun fun.

Fifty fun facts about me.


50 Things You'd Like to Know About Me but Never Thought to Ask!


1. Have you ever been searched by the cops?
Not yet. You never know >_>

2.Do you close your eyes on roller coasters?
As if I can remember the last time I've been on one.

3. When's the last time you've been sleigh riding?
A few decades ago.

4.Would you rather sleep with someone else, or alone?
I guess alone, unless there's a good reason for someone else to lay in my bed

5. Do you believe in Ghosts?
yes, and a lot more crap too.

6. Do you consider yourself creative?
Kinda dumb question for people on DA

7. Do you think O.J. killed his wife?
I don't care.

8. Jennifer Aniston or Angelina Jolie?
None, they're both married

9. Can you honestly say you know anything about politics?
A bit.

10. Do you know how to play poker?
A bit, too.

11. Have you ever been awake for 48 hours straight?
Quite a lot

12. Do you kill bugs that are in the house?
Smackah!

13. Have you ever cheated on a test?
Plenty of times, and never got caught. I'm good like that.

14. If you're driving in the middle of the night, and no one is looking, do you run through red lights?
Fooled you! I can't even drive a car ! Hah!
Wait...


15. Do you have a secret that no one knows but you?
I lost count

16. Boston Red Sox or New York Yankees?
Pfft, sports

17. Have you ever Ice Skated?
yes

18. How often do you remember your dreams?
Rarely, and I'm not sure wether to be thankful for that or not.

19. When was the last time you laughed so hard you were crying?
a few days ago, but I was a bit drunk >_>

20. Can you name 5 songs by The Beatles?
Don't want to

22. Do you believe in love at first sight?
yes

23. Do you know who Ba-Ba-Booey is?
Hell no, do I want to?

24. Do you always wear your seat belt?
only in the car.

25. What talent do you wish you had?
Being normal

26. Do you like Sushi?
Bah, fish

27. Have you ever narrowly avoided a fatal accident?
That happens once every year or so. Live life dangerously for more fun

28. What do you wear to bed?
The same costum Adam and Eve wore.

29. Have you ever been caught stealing?
Nope, again, I'm good like that.

30.Does size matter?
It does, I hate shoes that are too small.
Or isn't this about shoes?

31. Do you truly hate anyone?
Sure do. But I won't do anything. I'll wait untill I win the lottery, and then hire a professional hitman. Far more efficient.

32. Rock and Roll or Rap?
rock, if I really have to choose =/

33. If you could sleep with one famous person, who would it be?
Only if they pay good.

34. Do you have a relative in prison?
Not yet.

35. Have you ever sang in front of the mirror like your favorite singer?
hahahahaha

No

36. Do you know how to play chess?
partially, I don't know that one move with the tower and king thing

37. What food do you find disgusting?
fish

38. Did you ever play, "I'll show you mine, if you show me yours?"
with card collections? sure!

39. Have you ever made fun of your friends behind their back?
hahaha

ye, but they had it coming.

40. Have you ever stood up for someone you hardly knew?
yes, and regretted that later =/

41. Have you ever been punched in the face?
Yea, and I didn't have that one coming =/

42. When is the last time you threw up from drinking too much?
A few months ago

43. Have you ever walked out on a movie at the theater?
Nah, I pay for a full movie

44. Do you ever sit through a bad movi... ]]> ~Yveske http://Yveske.deviantart.com/journal/8954981/ http://Yveske.deviantart.com/journal/8954981/ Tue, 06 Jun 2006 11:11:14 PDT
Dixit Josar ~Chronicles of Josar, part 1

Mood: Story telling mood
Listening to: A flock of Seaguls ~ Wishing

I hear you thinking ! Those that can actually think, that is.

Q: Who is this Josar person he’s quoting now?
A: Josar is my new friend. He’s stonecold cool.
Josar is a character from my new stories.

Let me explain. A few days ago, I was in #love4artfun, chatting, and I suddenly felt like telling a story in chat. So I did, and people seemed to like it. I copy pasted my chat, and rewrote it. This story is known to you as “Storm”. Not one of my best not serious stories, but nonetheless one I enjoyed writing, and some of you enjoyed reading it.
Also, I’ve found myself lately, with a bit of a lack of inspiration to submit things. I do try to write stories which are both enjoyable for people to read, and at the same time have some food for thought. I do experience enough in life to accomplish that, I think. But I’ve also found myself not willing to share everything openly. Some memories are just that. Memories. And they should stay that. Some memories are just better, if they’re kept between yourself and other people involved. I’ll quote F. Bordewijk here : “Considering the gems of a soul’s life, each man is a scrooge; lonely, he looks at them, in the vault of his heart, by the light of the memory.” So, I’m not sharing everything in my life with you. Sorry! However, I do want to give you people more to read. I’m just finding it a bit hard to find something I want to both share, and both write.
Today, I saw a message in my inbox. It was a photo from ^radioPooh And inspiration hit me. I found something to write about, with little meaning behind it, but entertaining stories, for a somewhat different public perhaps, but still enjoyable. I started writing a few lines, and then got another idea. A few days ago as well, I made a chat named #Spirithost. Don’t ask me why, but I did. Anyways, today, I decided to give another story time. And I invited a few select people to the new chat. There, I started telling the introduction to Josar’s story. It took me 34 minutes to tell the story as I had thought of it that far. I went afk once for coffee, though =/ No one noticed, hah!
I really like this concept, and actually think this could be entertaining to both write and read, for a younger audience.
A special thanks to =love4art, =nethlegolas, =laffer2000, =Johnny-Rock who listened to this first preview.
I’m planning to use this process of writing more. It’s entertaining for me as well as the people in chat. So expect updates about that chat, and dates and times when I’ll be story telling again. However, you need to be invited to that chat, notes on forehand are required. Also, during story telling, I’ll turn of the ability for invited people to talk. You can talk afterwards.

Update

I've created an account, named ~Josar where I'll post, in journals, the dates and times for story-telling sessions. I'll make a journal with chat rules etc there too. Well, soon >_> For those interested in this project, I advice you to devwatch this account, since I'll be splitting up things a bit, in order not to spam people watching me, but not interested in the story-telling time. It's up to you, however. You can always get info in the #Spirithost channel.

Featured Artist

Because he’s an awesome guy, who makes funny pictures, and combines them with his wise words of wisdom. Not just funny pictures, but some that are really something to think about. Go check him out.

Library of my works to be found at : [link] Because I lack preview pictures for literature, it's easier to find a specific work here. (under construction still)

"Why there are no steps and I still call this a stairway? Because it leads somewhere, like stairways do. Just faster." Then he pushed me.

Josar, Chronicles of Josar, part I "A sliding secret" ]]> ~Yveske http://Yveske.deviantart.com/journal/8870536/ http://Yveske.deviantart.com/journal/8870536/ Thu, 25 May 2006 05:23:56 PDT
~ converted Quote from ~k1k0r0

Mood: Some mood?
Listening to: Beethoven ~ Für Elise

Right. Enough rambling about my life for a bit. Let's get back to work. There's a lot to do. I've been dreaming enough the past few weeks. Though those were wonderful dreams, and I realized they were real when I woke up the next day. Anyway...
I have exams coming up for a schoolyear that's screwed up beyond recognition. One day I'll burn those demons that caused it, back to whence they came from. *locks and loads* Anyhow, I can't really be bothered with them at the moment. Motivation is lacking like rain in the desert. I'll see next year, and do something else with my life. Viva la Belgique, there's always a way out here. Society owes me anyway. Payback time, sucker.

So let's move on and get to some interesting work. Some of you might remember that booklet I had planned. ([link])I think it's time I start working on that again, together with the various artists that have already given permission to use their works in it.

From those that already have contributed to this little project, I'd like you to write a little something about yourself. Who are you, why did you do art, past experiences with art-schools or something. Anything you'd like to say about yourself. If nothing, that's ok too. Also, some words from yourself about your own work in the booklet, could work great too. I'd like this booklet to be cooperative, and not just stories of me with some pictures added. Copy/pasting isn't cooperating, is it? Feel free to note me with any info you'd like to show up in the booklet, or note me for my email if you don't have it already.

The booklet so far:

Outside cover art: At the moment I'm thinking of using my avatar, in the larger version. My avatar has the letters M.D. on it, which stands for Maximiliaan Desnacht (my alter ego, sorta). But also, it can stand for "Multiple Deviants" Even in Dutch it's a correct and appropriate abreviation. ("Meerdere Deviants") Hence I think it makes good cover art. Not only because it's rather symplistic and stylish (which I like for covers), but also for these reasons.

-The introductional text : Thank you ~LadyBatChic for allowing my to use your work "Labour is Blossoming" [link]
I've chosen this picture from her gallery because A) it has a book on it (that caught my eye, and will do the same for readers when opening the booklet) B) the words on it. because those words explain to me the effect art can have. Art is something people have worked hard for, and it can make people dance in their soul. It says in short what the booklet is about. A lot of work (from various people) to pleasure others.

-The Fictional Autumn. Thank you ~k1k0r0 for it. Explanation about this in this journal [link]

-Stukas : Thanks a lot to ~CrazyDreamer1 for the picture for the prologue. And Thanks to =K-Lynnette for a picture for part 1. More parts in this story will come.

-Daughter : Certainly one that can't be missing. Keeping it secret for now, but some wonderful artist might do a picture for it. I'm confident she will be able to do it, once her exams are over. Good luck with those, dear ! *update* I've seen the scrap of the picture, and it's wonderful. Can't wait to see the colored version.

-Garden of Trees : Thanks again to ~CrazyDreamer1 for an amazing picture.

-Sent Angels that have forgotten : Again, ~CrazyDreamer1 did her utter best for a picture

-Return of the Past : ~Fiery-Fairy made a wonderful picture for it. [link] Explanation about it here.

Still looking for artists who want to make a picture for the following stories :

-Duck : [link] I love it. I want it in the booklet too. But I need a pictu... ]]> ~Yveske http://Yveske.deviantart.com/journal/8857003/ http://Yveske.deviantart.com/journal/8857003/ Tue, 23 May 2006 18:14:22 PDT
~ ~MrJacuzzi

Mood: Sore headed
Listening to: Alice in Chains ~ Rooster

Huzzah for weekly ramblings on my life and such!

Huzzah!

Either how, I decided last week to return a favor or two, for some people in my life, and decided to give the muse herself a present. But, since I'm a cheapass and...wait... since I think that self-made presents say a lot more (that sounds better) Being a mushy poet at times, I wrote 'Field of butterflies for her some time ago. =K-Lynnette made an awesome matching drawing. That brought me to an idea.
I have Open Canvas.
What I didn't have, was a clue on how to use it.
It took me 30 minutes to get simple text over the picture.
Another 15 to find out how to print it decently. To get it to be the good size for an A4 paper.
Buying a decent frame was the easy part. So I framed it, and it looked good. Bit like those poems you can buy in gift-shops, but still. It's a unique one, since I managed to not save it in OC. I've also not managed to get the exact same coloring for the letters when I tried making a new version.

Either how, it was finished, and she came by last night to pick it up.
The delight in her expression was wonderous as well. As unique as the poem itself (yea, I know it's not a high quality poem, but it's the thought that matters). She wanted a copy to cover her work agenda with.
Now there's a compliment. She liked it enough to see it everyday. That beats getting the poem fav'd on DA. That beats a zillion comments on this site.
Her smile when opening the present beat a lot more.

Either how, I went to chat again after she left. My good friend Klaas, alias ~MrJacuzzi, was online, and wanted to come over. He asked if I had anything decent for a drink in the fridge. He felt like a destructive night. I dissapointed him, because I only have coffee and tea at home. But we have nightshops.
Nightshops have Martini and Bacardi.
So did we the next hours.
It started with some chatting, a drink. Then some more chatting, a game or 2 of Cthulhu, more drinks. More games, but slower. Another drink, suuuure. Hey, let's have fun and turn on the webcam again, and the microphone. And have ANOTHER drink. Ask =K-Lynnette from this point on. She was on the other side of the cam and mic. We don't remember much anymore. Only that we had tons of fun.
Also read ~jacuzzi 's journal to see the other side of the story

I do remember sending a text message in the middle of the night, to someone who came to my house in quite a not so sober state last week.
I also remember sending another the next morning, asking what that message was that I sent in the middle of the night. She replied that everyone's entitled they drunk moments. She can know.

And today I find myself wishing it was yesterday. Because you don't have a soar head while you're drunk. Because there's no one smiling at me today. Except the cats. But they always do.
:3

A fun and inspiring night. Useful events for a novel to be written.
Alcohol for teh win. For once, then.

I made another version of Field of Butterflies, with both pic and poem in a frame. It's on the wall. Reminding of my job.
Making muses smile.

Library of my works to be found at : [link] Because I lack preview pictures for literature, it's easier to find a specific work here. (under construction still)

"Smile for me, so my work is worth it."

~Maximiliaan Desnacht~ ]]> ~Yveske http://Yveske.deviantart.com/journal/8791348/ http://Yveske.deviantart.com/journal/8791348/ Tue, 16 May 2006 18:03:09 PDT
random quote from a gaming book. Tom used to like that one.

Mood: Frolicing
Listening to: Bolt Thrower ~ For Victory

We knew we'd have the tournament for ages. We knew there was a lovely trophy for it. We wanted to keep it in our club, somehow. One of us had to win for teh win. Our store had the honours of organizing it. I had the honours to run the whole event.
It was a great day, and finally a good chance to see a lot of people I knew from various forums about the game, and from trades online.

These are all the participants in the tournament (except the baby, then) :



The huge banner in the background was signed by all participants, between round 1 and 2. I found some time between round 3 and 4

Even though it was a contest where everybody play for him/herself, we had a "team" feeling about it, since we intended not to let the trophy leave the store.

Team Oberonn :



from left to right :
-Tom Valkeneers, ended up 11th of 20, a good friend who's always up for a game, even if he feels he'll lose, he'll play just for the game and the fun. The kind of player you need to test your new mean deck of cards He had some bad luck with the pairings, and came versus a few decks he just couldn't survive. But he's a cool guy, and he was glad he could have great fun.
-Arjaan Bruyndonx, one of the store owners of the Oberonn. Great guy, addicted to the game too, and he'd play a lot more if he had time. He once drove me and himself all the way to Gent (2 hour drive) for a tournament there, a small one). That's some nice dedication. We also came back with the 1st and second prize of that tourney. Well worth the ride. He ended up 7th now. There's a few cards he'll remember forever now
-3rd is me, duh
-Steven Kees, semi addicted to the game, also store owner (there's 3 owners to the club/store). I owe these pictures to him, he made most of them. He's a great guy, known him for about 10 years too. He could have beaten the guy that ended 3th now, but yea, he was a bit nervous I guess and made a mistake that he'll never make again

It was great having these guys on "our team" though. They did their very best and I owe them a lot for their effort in this tournament. Even though I organized most of it, they've all been great and supportive help. Wasn't possible without you guys, you better know that!


The top 3 :



Left : Steve Hendrikx, from Liege. he came from far, and he always comes to our tournaments when he can. He's a very nice guy, always been helpful and patient on tournaments and my main communication with the "team" from Liege. He's from the French speaking part of my country, but my french sucks. his Dutch rocks, though, even though it's not his main tongue. I was happy to see him end up 3rd, he did very well and is a good and fair player.

Right : Maxim Muccin, another from team Liege. I haven't known him that long, but he's a great and funny guy too. Also one of those that can make nasty decks (seems a habbit in Liege). He ended up second place, and well earned as well.

Middle : the grand victorious winner, who still can't believe it.

And to all of these people, including the ones in the fisrt group photo, I owe a wonderful day. It was my first big thing to organize, and everything went smoothly. Noone was being difficult, or made any problems. Hardly any disputes about rules or card interpretations, and the few that occured, were easily solved. So thanks to all that were there that day. I'll never forget it.

Special thanks to the crew of the Oberonn (www.oberonn.be) for making this happen. Thanks for letting me do this, and for helping in teh win. You guys rock.

Special thanks to my muse, who gave me the inspiration for my dedication, even though she doesn't know it yet. I feel a lot better since I've dedicated the trophy to Tom. Oddly enough, during that talk when she had a few... ]]> ~Yveske http://Yveske.deviantart.com/journal/8760580/ http://Yveske.deviantart.com/journal/8760580/ Sun, 14 May 2006 15:32:01 PDT
~Maximiliaan Desnacht~

Mood: Frolicing
Listening to: Covenant ~ Invisible and silent

The oddest thing happened last night. It wasn't an alien or vampire (at least not this time!)
Around 3.45 am, I got this odd message from a friend, on my cellphone.
"I see you're still awake. .." Being busy with several things, I just replied a calm and fast "yes". Then it hit me. And I sent another message, saying "How did you know that?" It was 3.45 am, an hour on which said friend normally sleeps. I never sleep, it's boring and a waste of time I can spend slackign instead. After that message, I started wondering again. It's really late. Why would I get a message? Something must be wrong. Something happened. This can't be good. While I was spazzing in my room, I got another message. A simple and short "brt". Not even two minutes later, the car stoppd on my parking space. Since I don't have car, my visitors can use it Even at that hour. Mind you, this person is a dear friend of mine, and the door's always open for dear friends, no matter what hour.
When she walked in the room, she looked a bit blushing. She was prettier than ever, though. She asked if she wasn't bothering me. Of course not, I was only doing some things for my card game tournament this sunday. I want to win, so I was planning strategies and all that. Crashing into my couch, she told me what happened. There was a birthday party from a mutual friend of ours. Of course, I wasn't invited, but I've lost contact with him somehow. Even though he lives like a quarted mile away from me. barely two streets, in fact. She had driven that guy home, and had passed by my place on the way where she had seen I was still awake by the lights in the window. So she decided to come over for a visit. Because, at that party, she had a few too much drinks. Sitting next to her, I suddenly smelled it. Yea, that's what Martini smells like, allright. She wanted some rest and some water before heading home. So I gave her a glass of water. And another one. And another more. We talked about all kinds of stuffs. How the party had been, how her day at work was, things like that. how funny it would be if I'd change the cliche of mother's day, and would buy flowers for someone else's mom. How funny would that actually be?
Somehow, we ended up talking about the old days. The golden years, as I describe them. Tom got mentioned. He was a mutual friend of ours too, even though I knew him better than her. Tom died a year and a half ago, sudden heart attack at the age of 25. I broke down again and cried. She put her arms around me and comforted me. I found myself wishing that moment wouldn't end. It did, even though I never knew moments could last a good 25 minutes.
When I went to the bathroom, and came back, I found her almost sleeping on my couch. I went to get a blanket, but she insisted to go home. I kept her down and brought her another glass of water. She wasn't able to walk good enough yet, in my judgement. I'd never forgive myself if she left in that state, and something would happen. So we just sat there again for a while. She was somewhat scared that my view on her would have changed now.
"Muses are only human too", she said. Such is true. But being a muse, makes her more human than other people I know.
Eventually, I let her go. She wouldn't sleep in the couch, because her lenses would dry out. She left the appartment, and I waved her goodbye from the balcony. She shouted how well she had parked her car, claming she couldn't have been that drunk then. Poor girl. She had to get up in less than four hours for another day of work. .
Fifteen minutes later I got a message telling me she arrived home safely. Loads of weight dropped from my shoulders. But I was left confused and puzzled. She doesn't live that far. Or she could have gotten some water at our friend's house. Then I realized this is what muses do. They cofnuse you, so they can inspire you. But I had no idea to what yet. So I started chatting to some people, and somewhere in my chat with Kirstie, I said a line like : "It's like walking in a field of butterflies" and noted that there's a poem in that line. She said there was also a picture in it.

The next collaboration with =K-Lynnette was born. When the initial sketch was finished, so was the poem. It'll be posted as soon as the picture is done. I like the poem, it's not my best one, but it has something. The sketch looks awesome so far.

Either... ]]> ~Yveske http://Yveske.deviantart.com/journal/8701190/ http://Yveske.deviantart.com/journal/8701190/ Sun, 07 May 2006 13:40:33 PDT
Mood: daydreaming
Listening to: The KLF ~Justified and Ancient

Woohoo, I got tagged !
For some reason those things are fun. Because I can ramble and don't need an excuse
It's a 4 thing thingy. Yea, things for teh win.

Four jobs I've had:
-I've been a shoe repairer for Mister Minit. It was an ok job, untill they started toying me around. "Go to that shop for 3 days." "Now go to that one for 2 days." "Now go..." A feck off =/ One day I jsut stayed at home and enver returned to the damn job. They could have sued my ass off for that, but hah. Too long ago now

-I've worked in a fastfood chain. The Quick. Still have a burn mark from that. I was SO glad I could leave that job after 6 weeks. Because damnit, that's one awful job to do. Some people are so dumb. "Hi, i'd like a cheese burger without cheese." "Oh, just a burger then?" "No, a cheese burger without cheese."

-Several dumb factory jobs. No comment *insert drylook*

-Last cool job I did was working in a glass recycling company (small one). Mostly, I was sitting in the truck, driving around and picking up glass at clients. Since I can't drive myself, most I did was sitting. It was a great place to work though, fun people around and I had a great time. Even though the work actually sucked sometimes (picking up glass that needs to be recycled is dirty work sometimes)

Four movies I would watch over and over:

-Citizen Kane : It just owns. period. "."

-The Adams family: Because I want their house. And their Butler. And their Thing. And their money. And their fun. And yea, well. I want to be THEM

-The crow. Because it owns. And has cool quotes !

-Like um... I dunno ... pick one

Four places i have lived:

-All the gaming clubs in Hasselt. I've LIVED there. I've been spending a lot of time on most of them, that I became part of the furniture.

-Schakkebroek : NO, that's not a bad word. That's the town where I grew up. It's like hillbilly town though. The average intelligence HALVED when I left.

-Hasselt : Where I still live The town of uberness.
Lies; It's a dirty ol' town but I lub it anyways.

-Wouldn't you like to know the 4th place huh?

Four tv shows i love to watch:

-I don't watch TV, actually
-I only use my TV to check my lottery ticket =/
-I Why do I actually have TV? I can check that, on the net too.
-Because I watch DVD's on the TV, my comp can't handle those.

Four places ive been on vacation:
Oh yea, like I travel so much Did some school traveling though

-School trip to Berlin, long ago. Forgoto most about it. meh
-Went to Italy with school too, ditto story.
-Barcelona : That was with my art school. It owned. I've never so much drunk teachers...
-London with Art school. Again, drunk teachers. Also drunk students. One night, 2 teachers where looking all over the hotel for me. In the end they found me in my room, also drunk

Where are those days?

Four websites i visit daily:

-DeviantArt. Duh...
-Cthulhu site [link]
-Several comics because they make me laugh. Yes, I do know how to laugh =/
-Site of the gaming club [link]

4 fav foods :

-Spaghetti , and I sure ate some damn good one this weekend http://Yveske.deviantart.com/journal/8665455/ Wed, 03 May 2006 19:01:41 PDT "The paradox with writing you letters is that they do cross the distance between you and me, but at the same time emphasize it. Which makes these letters a blessing and a curse."

~Maximiliaan Desnacht, personal letters to Jo~

Mood: contemplating
Listening to: Lacrimosa ~ Stolzes Hertz

I've been writing a lot of letters myself lately, to a person I can confide in, I trust, and whom inspires me beyond imagination. It's a wonderful friendship, and I write letters of pure art I enjoy writing letters more than anything.
Then again, I could jump on my bike, ride for 15 minutes, and just knock at the door and say exactly the same which I write, but then in person. We could also just meet in town and have a drink, or catch a movie. We do that, but not often. Not often enough, alas. I was told more time would be made for it. I've given my offers to spend more time outside of letters. We write more than anything else at the moment. At least, I write a lot, I do not get as much response as I give myself, but that's alright. It's a good exercise for my writing, and my form of a diary.
There's a similarity with the internet here. The internet is also used to create a virtual bridge over the distance between friends and loved ones. You can say anything you like, and store it if you wish.
You can meet new people, and make good friends in whom you can confide as well. However, it's doubtful they'll be as good friends as the ones you can make in this odd real world out there.
The really great advantage with letters is: they can't get hacked (under normal circumstances). There are no emoticons, though. Unless you can draw a bit, but that would make letters look like a children's color book.

Either way is useful of meeting people, or keeping contact. The sad thing, however, is that either way will also end sooner or later. Very few times will you see people keeping contact up for years and years over a distance. the longer, the less chance of keeping that up.
In the months I've been chatting on DA now, I've seen a lot of friendships grow, and some die too. It happens, it happens in the real world too. I've seen fights, hah, and I've seen peace afterwards. I always found that odd, how you can fight with people on the other side of the world because of a misunderstood word. I can understand mistrust, in this place of opening yourself up and confiding in people you actually don't know, but actual fights seemed odd to me.
I've also seen people fall in love over the internet, with someone on the other side of the world, whilst both persons are too far and/or young to actually meet up. And that, that really made me wonder. What makes people think, at young ages, between 14 and 20 or so, they can uphold a relationship with someone they've never met? Of course, they have may have chatted with each other, and tell each other things. All binary things. Just hitting keys and converting those hits into data, which is transferred and then converted again into numbers, letters and emoticons. Fun for a bit, but a real smile beats this anytime. A real laugh beats like Ali would beat me in a tournament.
A real good hug beats like lightning hitting a flower.
All those real things beat their binary counterparts, by far. So why are there people on the internet falling in love with a picture, a frozen moment in time, and some converted data? I don't understand it. There's no way of telling how a person really is by reading what he/she writes on the internet. In an actual conversation, you can see this thing called 'body-language' which subconsciously says a lot about a person. You subconsciously read that too. You may not realize it, but you do. It takes a long time to subconsciously notice this language, and to differ that which you like from which you dislike. And this language is what often makes you like or dislike a person. This is the language you can't see on the internet, while it matters a lot.
Years ago, one of my friends met a person in chat, and they started this "internet relation". Months later, they met. Even later, they moved in together.
They broke up in a huge fight not that much later. It wasn't a close friend of me, but someone I knew. I've lost contact over the years.
You have been warned, these binary hugs for your dose... ]]> ~Yveske http://Yveske.deviantart.com/journal/8616246/ http://Yveske.deviantart.com/journal/8616246/ Fri, 28 Apr 2006 22:05:54 PDT
Maximiliaan Desnacht

Mood: Stunned
Listening to: The Cure ~ Lullaby

People in that dream are lucky. They get to sleep, unlike me at this ungodly hour of 6 in the morning. They also remember their dreams, which I haven't in ages. It's alright though, the few I did remember lately weren't really worth it. One was though. One showed me what I had to do. What, I'm keeping that for myself. I'm working on that, however.
What I can say about it is that it told me to be true to myself. Which I'm doing. To some that know me in real life, that may not seem so. Trust me guys, it's true. I know what I'm doing.
In order to be true to oneself, one has to face his demons. Face them, fight them, and either kill them or chase them away like the scurvy dogs they are.
I've been facing them.
I've been fighting them.
But I can't kill them.
I have to chase them away. That would mean they'll go elsewhere. So I prefer doing things to keep them around, untill I know for sure that wherever they would go, is safe and sound to keep them at bay. It sounds like a madman's rambling ehre, but sometimes, the things that solve your problems, become another's problem. That's what I'm trying to prevent. I just like being mysterious about it

I want to give people dreams. Not nightmares.

I really wish I could give you a dream that would change your life, and make it better. But I'm not a dream-weaver.
Yet.
I will do my best however, to make you dream. That's one of the reasons I write stories. So you have something to think and dream about. So you can wake up and feel changed. Even the slightest change can have the biggest of consequence. I'm not hoping to be able to change people into something I want them to change. I'm hoping to change them into something which they feel better about. Writing makes that rather easy in that context, that you can see and elarn what you want from it. In reality I might not make it that easy on you. Nor myself, for that matter.

Either how, something else now.

DAmn you, people in #love4artfun. You make me blush on a daily basis like it's a contest. You've all gotten several "gold medals' for it already. (I reply with "Here's your gold medal" when they do that). They make me feel like I'm some angelic being or so.
Lies.
They are the angelic beings here. They're the one giving me confidence in myself, my work, my "job" as admin there.
They gave me a dream again.

Thank you guys and girls. You are my dream weavers sometimes.

2 of you have bought me a subscription for 3 months. You are both nutcases for spending money on someone on the other side of the world, literally. But it's appreciated

Thank you =love4art and *stolenheart78

All in all, life feels good these days.

Booklet project.

So far it's looking promising. I've started playing around in word with the pictures I've been granted and writing texts about them. It's under construction.

-Cover art: At the moment I'm thinking of using my avatar, in the larger version. Thanks ~Duvelsmurf for making it. the MD in it doesn't just stand for "Maximiliaan Desnacht" but also for "Multiple Deviants". Which I think would make a nice title for it. Thanks a lot for that logo mate

-The introductional text : Thank you *LadyBatChic for allowing me to use your work "Labour is Blossoming" [link]
I've chosen this picture from her gallry because A) it has a book on it (that caught my eye, and will do the same for readers when opening the booklet) B) the words on it. because those words explain to me the effect art can have. Art is something people have worked hard for, and it can make people dance in their soul. It says in short what the... ]]> ~Yveske http://Yveske.deviantart.com/journal/8569760/ http://Yveske.deviantart.com/journal/8569760/ Mon, 24 Apr 2006 09:55:39 PDT
Syntax ~ Bliss

Mood: Honoured
Listening to: Syntax ~ Bliss
Reading: Alessandro Baricco "Without blood"
Watching: Citizen kane

So =love4art tagged me for some quizzy. Seeing I just woke up at 5 bloody PM again (thank you, insomnia for making me oversleep on days when I should DO things) and have to activate my brain for other somewhat creative actions, a survey is a good thing. I intend to reply longer to the questions as a practice The numbers do not indicate any rating of higher importance, just in some cases they do. You decide if you think I value something higher than something else. Think of how well you know me

Name 3 schools you went to:
1. The Atheneum / I've wasted 5 (five) years of my life in that school which was a prison, and an absolutely worthless place to send your children too.
2. PHIKO : The artschool where did the final 3 years of highschool. The school that shaped me into who I am, that triggered my creativeness. It's been 6 years since I left there, but the teachers still remember me. Even the principal does, and I never spoke to him when I was there
3. KHLIM: The college I'm attending and where I should have been today if insomnia didn't prevent it.

Name 3 things in your wallet:
1. Money, even if not much.
2. A card from a game, with a picture of Edgar Allen Poe on it.
3. Bank cards which are hardly used, I'm a poor student. You may always deposit cash on the "Support-Yveske-funds"

Name 3 things you always wear:
1. A badge from a secret society, called "Sacred Blood" I mean, no, there's no badge or society You didn't read this.
2. My hair, I can't seem to take it off.
3. Long sleeved shirts

Name 3 things you do when you are really stressed:
1. Smoke even more.
2. I walk around in circles, we call it 'Ice-bearing' in Dutch
3. I get grumpy and VERY sarcastic, though I tend to make people laugh with the things I say then.

Name 3 favorite songs right now:
They're all by Syntax, of course. That band has just taken me over and threw some jedi-mind trick in my general direction. It hit home, too.
1. Bliss
2. Pray
3. Pride

Name 3 favorite places to shop:
1. Oberonn ! The gaming club where I spend a lot of time and cash
2. Teh Aldi Because it's cheap for food and all that.
3. Nightshops, because they're the only ones open when insomnia strikes again.

Name 3 places you go to on a daily basis:
1. Oberonn Well, almost daily basis, but I do'nt really go out that much anymore. I'm too old.
2. school, if I wouldn't oversleep *insert drylook*
3. Some outer dimension You didn't think I just make up my stories, did you? I go there, look, and write them down

Name 3 things you like to do:
1. Write letters. I have someone to whom I can write letters to like there's no tomorrow. That person never gets enoguh of my letters and I write an average of 1 letter consisting of 5 handwritten pages per week. The longest ever was 30 pages
2. Chat, I guess? I've grown fond of chatting again. It's a nice change from reality and gives you a chance to open up on things and talk about almsot anything.
3. Organize things. I like organizing little things, such as the tournaments for the card game I play. Most things I organize like that are easy to do though, but they look bi... ]]> ~Yveske http://Yveske.deviantart.com/journal/8555890/ http://Yveske.deviantart.com/journal/8555890/ Sat, 22 Apr 2006 22:56:32 PDT
Syntax ~ Bliss

Mood: Honoured
Listening to: Syntax ~ Bliss
Reading: Alessandro Baricco "Without blood"
Watching: Citizen kane

I hear you thinking (I'm psychic) : ANOTHER song by that odd band? Be silent, the band owns and they change your life. Well, mine, anyway They're right, you know. I feel like i'm standing on solid ground. And hell, I'm kissing the lips of life in this place of bliss which is deviantart. Life's good, and come what may. I are the ready and other leet sayings Life's brightening up more each day. School's not going "that" well due to some mishaps in the past, but I can't let that put me down.
Or can I?
Yea, I could.
Nah.
I've got a booklet to write. And a novel which I'm keeping secret
Yea, I'm planning a novel. Titled "Drowned angels". It's currently in the state of undergoing severe "Ex-mentisation". Which is a self invented term derived from Latin. Ex = Out, mentis = the mind. Which means i'm thinking a lot about it and now and the putting things on paper. Using Latin to invent terms is a silly way of making myself look intelligent but failing at it. It's humorous though.

Anyways, I'm feeling good and not letting anything come between me and feeling good. Feeling good is my friend and I hold him dear. Or her. Or it? I do things my way, and if someone doesn't like that, well, that's too bad. I do try to be considerate towards others, but sometimes, you just need to do things your way, and no other way. It's discussable if I do things that offend you while I walk my path, and you can always sit on "that bench there" while I'm walking my way, and wait untill I return. The choice is yours. Yea, I'm still there for those who need me. But not at the cost of me.
Feelgood incorporated is a cool company to work for, and I'd like to get a lifetime contract there. To quote my dear friend Matt; "You can't touch my milk!" But I suppose only he will understand that.

Projects and things you'd rather read about than my usual rambling.

-Project booklet : See [link] <- previous journal.
I'm planning on putting the picture used, at the start of the story. Followed by the explanation about from the artist as used on DA, (unless wanted otherwise by the artis. It's your work, you decide) as well as some short info about said artist (again, unless wanted otherwise). What I put together with your work, is what you want to be put there. This will give the booklet a diversity of contents which can make for an interesting reading.

So far I've found pictures for :

-Inside cover art: At the moment I'm thinking of using my avatar, in the larger version. Outside cover art is still undecided. Will have to ask Sir ~Duvelsmurf about it first though, for permission.
-The introductional text : Thank you *LadyBatChic for allowing my to use your work "Labour is Blossoming" [link]
I've chosen this picture from her gallry because A) it has a book on it (that caught my eye, and will do the same for readers when opening the booklet) B) the words on it. because those words explain to me the effect art can have. Art is something people have worked hard for, and it can make people dance in their soul. It says in short what the booklet is about. A lot of work (from various people) to pleasure others.
-The Fictional Autumn. Thank you *k1k0r0 for it. Explanation about this in 2 journals back

Finished stories for which I'm still looking for art as matching illustration :
-The Return of the past : [link]
-Daughter : http://Yveske.deviantart.com/journal/8514609/ Tue, 18 Apr 2006 19:38:32 PDT
Dixit the great

Mood: *plotting*
Listening to: Bolt Thrower ~ For Victory
Reading: Alessandro Baricco "Without blood"

A quote which isn't mine. But it is true nonetheless. I've seen a lot of drawings and such on DA behind which a story could sleep. Often I've found myself thinking about it, and I've tried writing stories inspired by drawings before. But since I'm such a slacker, none of them really got finished The reverse however, seems to work for me, because I can let other people do the work after mine's done, hah! And this is where YOU come into play.

Q : Me? What have I done?

A : Nothing yet, but you, could. I like drawings that go with stories, and I would really like some more drawings or art of any form for my stories. Mostly pictures of some kind. The reason behind this is I prefer preview pcitures for me stories, because it gives some more color to my page. So if anyone feels inspired by a story of mine, feel free to draw. Credits and a link to your page will be given, of course.

Q : Is that the only reason you want drawings inspired by your work?

A : Nope, far from. I have a little idea planned in my head. What I'm planning to do is the following :

I want to do some of my close friends in real life (yes, there IS a life outside of DA ) a pleasure. Since I'm an unemployed student, I want a cheap yet creative solution. I wish to give them a small book with stories I've written. Nothing that special, just photocopies bound together. That's it. But that's so bald and boring. So I wish to lighten up this booklet with drawings and pictures. The same ones I've used as preview pictures. Of course, if you feel like drawing a picture to be used on DA but nowhere else, that wish will be respected.
But this isn't all. At the end of the booklet, I would like to give information about the artist of each drawing/picture. No more or less than you would give me to put in it. Links to your deviantart page will be written along with it.

Q : What good will this do me?

A : Probably not much, but I will ensure you that said booklet will only be spread amongst very few friends of mine. I'm thinking of about 10 to 15 people here. Also, I can send a copy to the artists particpating in this project if they wish. That would be the least I can do in return. But think of it, that people in a country far away from yours, will see your work. Who knows, they might contact you one day. Chances are VERY slim, but you never know.

I will ask those that get a copy of it, to not share it with people I don't know, in order to protect your works from being blatantly copied. And yes, I trust my friends more than enough for that.

So which stories am I thinking off? The Fictional Autumn for sure, my personal favorite for eternity. But that one already has a preview picture, yet I still have to ask the creator of that for permission (Hi, K1k0r0)

Other stories are :

-Stukas (once revised and re-written) This one will have chapters probably, once redone. A drawing per chapter could work.
-Daughter
-Sent angels which have forgotten (might be redone too)
-One I have to translate still, which only has a Dutch version atm (Terugkeer van het verleden)
-The Carriage
-Other stories which will follow

Stories which will certainly NOT be included in this are :
-Meet Pete
-Bridges and Devils

Because of personal reasons these will be excluded from the booklet. Drawings as preview pictures will be gladly accepted though. (with credits and link in the description, of course)

Of course, if poems would inspire you, feel free.

I'm still working on the actual concept of this booklet. This is at the moment just a rough idea. I have no idea when everything will be finished, it could take months to finish the stories I'm working on and to write more. But I like the idea.

Q : Can't you ask any friends in this real life you spea... ]]> ~Yveske http://Yveske.deviantart.com/journal/8459494/ http://Yveske.deviantart.com/journal/8459494/ Thu, 13 Apr 2006 13:32:15 PDT there was always a moment there when I knew
you always gave instalments
always knew you concentrated and grew

and I believe in reinvention
do you believe that life is holding the clue
take away all the lonely moments
give me full communication with you

your smile shine a little light, alright
don’t hide, shine a little light
give up on your pride

do you believe in reinvention
do you believe that life is holding the clue
any way to face the silence
any way to face the pain that kills you

your smile shine a little light, alright
don’t hide, shine a little light
give up on your pride"

Syntax ~ Pride

Mood: *talking with ghost*
Listening to: Syntax ~ Pride

Thank you, ~Kemikoal for sharing that song with me. I've listened to it tons of times by now. For hours that turned into days. Untill it got under my skin and replaced my blood. Untill it became the air I breathe. Untill I gave up on my pride.

There were finally some people who managed to get through to me. To the point where everything was going wrong. It took months before I allowed that to happen, subconsiously. Too convinced of me being right, and everyone else being wrong. However, that hasn't turned around completely but it's not what matters anymore.
So now I believe in reinvention again, and that life might be holding a clue. There still are lonely moments, and I don't have full communication with those I would it with. But I gave up on my pride and am willing to do so.
Your move now.

Q: what are you talking about?

A: I've been seriously down the last months, and no, I won't explain in detail why and such. But I'm on the verge of a breakthrough. Like I said, some people have managed to get through the barriers that were held up. The same barriers that kept me where I was are now crumbling, and I'm breaking through.
That help came from far away, which is for some reason exactly why the help is actual help. Have you ever noticed you won't allow people near you, even very close to you, to help you? I have. I've noticed how I wouldn't accept their help Why? Because they were telling the truth. When you're down because of something, you don't want to hear the full truth. You want to hear people say that you are right about things, even if you somehow know you aren't. Because that gives you strength, people that say you are right. It's dangerous, though, close friends telling you you are right. You might get convinced you really are and not see the truth at all, ever. Hence it's maybe a good thing that people close to you are not telling you the little lies you need to hear. But someone from afar who doesn't know everything, will tell you those lies. Lies aren't a bad thing per se. For some people, like me, they can give enough energy to move on.
That's exactly what slowly has been happening. They've told me what I wanted to hear, were on my side on the whole case of which they didn't know the full story. But it gave me the strength to finally be able to see more of the truth. And more importantly, to accept it.

So now I'm facing the silence and the pain that's been killing me. I've been doing that before. But now in another way. Another perspective. The little lies have ended. I've seperated some of them to be not lies but little truths, and others to be plain little lies and left them behind. That takes strenght, and I've found myself being proud of the fact I am finally willing to go through it all. A new found pride in the struggle for the truth. My strength is slowly fading, though. Yet I've found my ways to energize it. I've found my sources for my pathos.

I need to write. A lot. Considering DA it's not important to me wether it's a journal or a submission. I can use journals to start discussions about thoughts and ideas, and that's important too for a writer. To discuss things and views in the aspects of life. To see reactions and think about them. Writing is more about thinking than actually typing or scribbling with a pen. Wether it's a story/a poem/a journal, or whatever. To me, true literature lies in that on which has been thought a lot. Just a grocery list of emotions or thoughts is not enough for me to get any pathos out. I can write a sonnet in about fifteen minutes. After I've spent three hours thinking about it.

I need hugs. Call me mushy or a softy, but the energy I can get from a hug is amazing if it comes from the right person. You disagree? Step aside and let me hug someone else then. I remember getting a hug from a close... ]]> ~Yveske http://Yveske.deviantart.com/journal/8429982/ http://Yveske.deviantart.com/journal/8429982/ Mon, 10 Apr 2006 16:47:08 PDT
"Life is such a beautiful thing. You just need to know how to wreck it."
L.H. Wiener

Mood: *talking with ghost*
Listening to: Syntax ~ Pride

I so love that quote. Because it's true. And I do know how to wreck it. My subconsiousness knows it even better and should be slapped with dead skunks for that knowledge.

Anyway.

Stukas is a great story. I love it. The ending made people cry (or so they told me). But I just know the story isn't complete. There is a LOT of information lacking in it. So I'm planning on rewriting it. I've done the initial outlet today, and I think it's looking promising. It will go a lot slower, but with more drama and feeling in it. It will also be less confusing as I won't work with flashbacks as much in version 2.0. It's about one page now, and it will be a few pages at least when finished, I think. It will also be a lot harsher. The main character will change somehow, from a little girl into a teenager of about 14 years old. Her name is Hannah. And I plan to make you love her because she's such a sweet girl. Because you will recognize things of yourself in her. And then you will cry because of what happens to her. You will be mad, too. You will sigh in relief. Only to cry again.
If that won't happen, I haven't done what I want to do, and not reached my goal. Yet the story will be rewritten, high priority. I realize that I'm giving everyone who liked the first version quite high expectations now. Which is good. If I don't reach them, I want YOU to tell me why I haven't done that. To tell me what's missing from the story to reach those expecations.
The story feels like it truly happened once, as if some ghost whispered it to me. As if some ghost made me listen to the song "Stukas" by Feindflug a lot, and as if it whispered the words to Joey so she would tell me them. (See contest for 1k views, which was my only contest ever). I have to write it, and give ghostly Hannah her catharsis. She will give me an ectoplasmatic hug for it. That hug will give me a faint idea of love again. That's more than reason enough for me to write it.

"And now for something completely different." (Monthy Python's Flying Circus)

I plan on being published one day. I demand my fifteen minutes of fame, damnit. The world owes me that. (Yea, you world!). But that needs work. A lot of work with literature. In all forms. Writing, reading, correcting, getting corrected.

Q: So what does that have to do with us?

A: Here's the bad news. I follow 78 people on DA at this moment. In a few days that number will be a lot lower. I'm going to do some serious cutting in my list. Why? There are several reasons to do that.

1) It takes time to check deviations and comment. I comment about three as much as I receive comments. And I've found myself commenting on pictures that didn't really mean anything to me. Some of them were very nicely done, however, but they missed something for me and I felt like I was wasting my time. Not because the picture was bad, but because I couldn't comment in a constructive way. "Oh, nice" just doesn't mean anything to you, does it? Neither to me, actually, and I've typed it a lot as comment. I've received it too, and learned nothing from it. I'm not mad at people who gave me that comment, it means that you somehow enjoyed my work at least (I hope). I won't mind receiving such comments, but I just can't give them anymore. You won't learn anything from it. I suspect a lot of people are here to learn things about their work and improve on it.
The reason I want to share my work, is because I want to learn from your reactions on it. Writing is all about getting emotions out, and not just those of the writer. I want your emotions for my catharsis. I want you to cry because I can't anymore. I want you to smile where I failed at smiling. I want to see works that make me smile, that make me cry.

2) I've been following people that haven't submitted in ages. Some have done some journals, but just a journal without anything substantial in it doesn't do anything to me either. I would like to follow creative people who actually do some work, and not just post journals about their art-blocks or about, how bored they are. It's ok to be bored, but don't bore me with it. I'm never bored, so for me it's impossible to understand why you are. Boredom is a word that has no meaning to me.

This all means, that'll be cutting down people of my list who may do perfect work, but works that just don't give me anything to think about or to feel. If you find yourself no longer watched by me, there is nothing wrong with you or your work. It just mean... ]]> ~Yveske http://Yveske.deviantart.com/journal/8398800/ http://Yveske.deviantart.com/journal/8398800/ Fri, 07 Apr 2006 14:39:16 PDT Maximiliaan Desnacht ~ The ending of a chapter, book 1

Mood: *summoning devils*
Listening to: Syntax ~ Pride

Disclaimer : I feel somewhat down and may rant and stuff. Call it emo if you want, and remember that labeling is for people who like to categorize things so they have the illusion of having a clear view on things.

So what's been happening in my recent weeks? Not that much different things from before. I slack through a life where I should let things go, but just can't. The bonds are too strong for me, and evil has invaded in my life. Whatever good there is, and there is, is trying to help, but can't achieve anything. All thatt's happening is a prolonging of the music I have to face. The dance I have to dance to change things. Yet I feel like a puppet from Fate too much. My steps are uncontrolled, and each day I wake up and remember things I have done, only to regret them. Only to make things worse when I try to forget everything, and take even harsher actions over which I seem to have lost control. Trying to forget things makes me forget myself. Each morning I wake up and remember how I've dreamed about how things where before. Each morning I wake up in a truth I wish was a lie. And only a few see some things how I see them.

I feel like I'm shaking trees in an autumn, and only leaves are falling from those trees while I want to cut them down. Everywhere I walk, I see those trees. I should get an axe, and start chopping around. Don't be a tree in my autumn. Be a flower, and tell me it's still summer. I won't believe you. There's only one who can say those words and make me believe them.
Who are you?
Where are you?
Smile at me and tell me why.
Sit down and listen while I try to explain things instead of running away in disbelief.
Stop blaming me for never having heard you, when you don't listen to me. it doesn't make you better. It makes you equal.

Life :
A) It's a consequent chain of choices
B) It's all predestined and we have nothing to say about.

A) I used to believe in that. And just like everyone, I have made mistakes in my choices. A lot. Learned from them, moved on. They all hurt, in some way. but it had been things I had chosen for consiously. When the moment came I started losing things unconsiouly and without knowledge of it, I lost my belief in this view of life. I you lose, and never had a choice in it, is life still a consequence of choices? It would take us to B, rather...

B) I seem to be drawn to this more. We're nothing but puppets in some wicked game. I'm sick and tired of it. Yea, we could just learn and move on too if things happen that are predestined. But who is making us lose things so we can learn from it? That's just plain cruel. I was happy, I didn't need to learn anything. I had enough already. Yea, the world's a nice place, but why are we fucking it up then? Every bit of pollution you do kills another part of it. If the world's a nice place, why aren't you out there saving it then? I'm not, because I don't see it as a nice place anymore. I had something to fight for, however, but it was taken by some predestening something that wanted me to learn something.

C) I don't know anymore. What is life about again? Abotu getting hit and moving on? Whichever god you might believe in, that's just cruel either way. Why are we created to suffer and learn? If there is anything out there, why does it have to be so cruel?

"So many questions, stay without an answer. So many doors, stay without an entrance." Suicide Commando ~ So many questions

I want answers. I demand them. Now pls k tnx la ~ drivethrough...

Anyhow, on to literature related stuffs. (Yes, I consider some of my work literature)

Special thanks this week goes out too for making a preview picture of "The fictional autumn" Check her page and work, she does amazing stuffs.
The reason why I love this picture so much for the story, is that it actually gives the essence of it. Read it first, maybe, before reading my explanation.
Take a good look at the picture after reading the story. [link]
The story isn't about some guy who's telling a memory to some girl that fancies him, in a bar. That's the b... ]]> ~Yveske http://Yveske.deviantart.com/journal/8378760/ http://Yveske.deviantart.com/journal/8378760/ Wed, 05 Apr 2006 21:32:59 PDT
Mood: *Talking with Devil*
Listening to: Vaya Con Dios ~ I Sold My Soul

Stories :

-Bridges and devils: [link] Crazy story, symbolic as a poem.
It has been really enough now. The bridges kept opening up...

-Celia: [link] Story that I wrote to show someone how much she means to me.
The pension was silent. Nurses walked around slowly, caring for their patients...

-Celia: [link] Dutch version of 'Celia' With an added part not yet available in the English version.
De vogels in de tuin vlogen op en neer. Steeds weer vluchtig rond zich starend alvorens te vertrekken...

-Dochter: [link] Dutch version of Daughter. It still brings a tear to my eye.
Zelfs in de zomer wil de wind nu en dan wel eens ruw zijn. Het werd een beetje vervelend om de krant te lezen,...

-Daughter: [link] English version of the above.
Even during summer, the wind tends to get rough now and then. It became a bit annoying to read the paper,...

-Duck: [link] About the man I never want to become
He felt the little box in the pocket of his coat. It still was there, luckily...

-Eend: [link] Dutch version of "Duck"
Hij voelde aan het doosje in de zak van zijn jas. Het was er nog, gelukkig...

-De fictieve Herfst: [link] Dutch version of one the best stories I've ever written in my opinion.
Ze herinnerde mij aan haar. Het was het lokje haar dat over haar schouder hing,...

-The Fictional autumn: [link] English version of the above.
She reminded me of her. It was the lock of hair hanging over her shoulder,...

-Garden of trees: [link] short story inspired by talking about trees.
He slammed the door shut behind him. God, what a day it had been again...

-Tuin der bomen: [link] Dutch version of 'Garden of trees'.
Hij sloeg de deur achter zich toe. God, wat een dag was het weer geweest...

-Leven en laten Leven, deel 1:[link] Dutch version of Live and let live. Unfinished. Part I with a link to part II
Het was teveel geworden voor hem. Alles. Elke dag opnieuw hetzelfde...

-Live and let live, part 1: [link] as above.
It had become to much for him. Everything. Each day the same thing...

-Meet Pete: [link] Somewhat scary story, for some people
The light in the room was dull. The lamp was turned towards the wall again,...

-Sent Angels: [link] Short story describing my view on two special people in my life.
The little boy ran through the backyard, without purpose or reason.

-Gezonden Engelen: [link] Dutch version of 'Sent Angels'
De kleine jongen liep door de achtertuin. Zonder doel of enige reden...

-Storm: [link] Story I wrote after being awake during a storm at night.
t was a Thursday night, I remember it well...

-Stukas: [link] The award for my 1K view. Written for ~K-Lynnette . prologue, other parts to follow
"She closed the door of the cabin behind her and pulled... ]]> ~Yveske http://Yveske.deviantart.com/journal/8333624/ http://Yveske.deviantart.com/journal/8333624/ Sat, 01 Apr 2006 12:05:52 PST "So I could stop using qoutes all the time, yes. And try to think of my own ways to say something. But the writer in me always says, there's no point in trying to say something in a nice worded sentence, if someone else already did that for you. So why not use that line instead and not be called a wanna be qouter?"
~Maximiliaan Desnacht~

Mood: *Talking with Devil*
Listening to: Project Pitchfork ft. Steve ~ Time Killer -

So I've been tagged it seems. Well, it can be fun to do those quiz thingies.

I'm starting with =K-Lynnette 's thingy, since that's simple

Rules : The 1st player of this "game" starts with the topic "6 weird habits/things about yourself" and people who get tagged need to write a journal about their 6 weird habits/things as well as state this rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose the next 6(or as many as you know xD ) people to be tagged and list their names. Don't forget to leave a comment that says "you are tagged" in their devpage comments and tell them to read yours....

I'm not gonna tag 6 other people however, as I rather not have to chose 6 people and make tohers feel left out So whoever wants to do it, go ahead.

1) I drink liters and liters of coffee. 3 a day, at least. It's an addiction.

2) I still play collectible card games at my age, but I own at it. Let me brag of that one thing I'm good at please

3) I'm a class A slacker; That means I just sit around and do nothing at all sometimes. I hate that, but I still do it.

4) I believe in odd things and symbolism in everyday trivial events. Let me quote from The Crow on this : "Little things used to mean so much to Shelley. I always thought of them as trivial. But believe me, nothing is trivial."

5) I like quotes. I have a small book with a lot of them, and I flip through now and then. I prefer those made by my friend ~MaximiliaanDesnacht though.

6) I'm an insomniac and it has nothing to do with the amount of coffee I apply !

Second quiz thingy, which I stole from =love4art. It looked like fun, and I had to try.
Go to your music player of choice and put it on shuffle.
Say the following questions aloud, and press play.
Use the song titles that come up to answer each question.
NO CHEATING.

How does the world see me?:
lol Song from the netherlands called "Dansplaat" (Dance-record) It's some funny hip hop thingy which used to be a great hit. It's aobut a guy trying to hook op chicks and stuffs, and goes dancing instead because that at least works or something. That's how the world sees me? How blind.

Will I have a happy life?:
Driod, by Mito. Archaic 80's song. So I guess I won't


What do people really think of me?:
LOL
The Cure ~ Let's go to bed (acoustic) Come again?

Do people secretly lust after me?:
Front242 ~ Welcome to paradise. Now that, that's a hint ladies~

Did I just say that?


How can I make myself happy?
Kill Bill teaser song. Umm. ok? Murderous thoughts invading
So I should book a trip somewhere and go kill people to get happy. that could work...

What should I do with my life?
~Yveske http://Yveske.deviantart.com/journal/8313702/ http://Yveske.deviantart.com/journal/8313702/ Thu, 30 Mar 2006 11:37:55 PST "So I could stop using qoutes all the time, yes. And try to think of my own ways to say something. But the writer in me always says, there's no point in trying to say something in a nice worded sentence, if someone else already did that for you. So why not use that line instead and not be called a wanna be qouter?"
~Maximiliaan Desnacht~

Mood: *Talking with Devil*
Listening to: Project Pitchfork ft. Steve ~ Time Killer -

Thank you everyone who viewed my page and got it to just over 2K views now.
But who cares about numbers , unless they're funny somehow. There was no contest or anything for the 2kth view since I'm a Slave to Sloth and have not even finished the story for the 1000th view yet. Sorry =K-Lynnette, but you know I'm working on it.

Thank you all, for reading my work and showing me you have enjoyed it. Also for pointing out my many typos who seem to multiply by themselves, and giving constrictive tips. It's always appreciated Teh lub for you all.

I have a lot of people to thank for a lot of things. Which would make this journal uberlong. Too long. So if you think I should be thankful to you, I've come up with the next creative solution for my little problem.

"I would like to thank *fill in your name here* because he/she/it (1) *fill in what you did for me here*

Just fill in the form.
(1) Cross what doesn't fit.

Anyways, thanks again! And now on with the usual story stuff.

L&LL : Hibernated : Screw it. It won't budge.

The birds : Meh, really should pick it up and get on with it, so everyone knows what this bird-brabbling story is about, sorta. It has this beautiful moment in it which I wish to share with the world, ever since the person who told me the story shared it with me. It made my eyes tear.

Sinner of 7 : Still thinking about it. Yes, ti's the seven sins and I feel evil enough to actually write about them. And I should.

The flower that never withers : A recent idea, I jsut got it today. I'm planning on doing something fable like, with a talking flower. Which NOW reminds me I was once gonig to write about an ant and a camel (haha, don't ask I said, DON'T ask)

=K-Lynnette 's story for the 1kth view : Since it took her ages to come up with words, I asked her some random ones at an unexpected moment. She gave some, and I'm working on a story with those. Slowly, as usual But I'll get there, imotochan mine. I'll do another contest for the first view on april 17th. More on that next week

That'll be all for now.
And thanks again to those loyal readers of my work !

Featured artist of this millenium :



To not check her page will result in severe slappings with dead skunks and they'll be wet too. You have been warned.

"There's a flower in every day" said Tommy bluelight.
"Yes, but you have to find it. Sometimes they hide." I answered and he nodded.
(Maximiliaan Desnacht) ]]> ~Yveske http://Yveske.deviantart.com/journal/8238833/ http://Yveske.deviantart.com/journal/8238833/ Wed, 22 Mar 2006 16:48:40 PST "They said you can't fight fire with fire. But has anyone ever really tried? A fire needs air, and therefor takes it. So what happens to the other fire when the air's out? I assume both will perish, and make place for quietness on a charred ground."
~Maximiliaan Desnacht~

Mood: *Diabolic*
Listening to: Trisomie 21 ~ La fête triste

Yay, another week, another journal.
So not much has been going on this week, as usual. I'm a slave to Sloth. I just kept running into the wrong people and made myself not hit them. I regret that, too. I'm still lacking sleep like Africa lacks rain.
Not much has happened on the artistic side of things, but I'm working on things. Slowly, very slowly~ I got things on my mind that need to be written down, so once I've ordened some thoughts more work will come.

Stories and other projects :

The Puppet master : Recent poem that was inspired by a sketch of the ever-amazing , who in her turn was inspired by a line from a song by Wumpscut (Thorns). As to show how artists influence each other in many ways. Inspiration works in mysterious ways. She allowed me to use the final drawing as a preview, and I consider the whole thing as a collab with this Darkish artist she is I'm hoping to do more like that one. I really liked the mutual inspiration thing, and it took only 20 minutes to write the poem thanks to that
So yea, I'm collaborating with the dark now~

The carriage, Part III is finished and up. I'm very proud of this story, I've worked over two weeks on it and that's pretty fast for my standards with such long stories (for me it's a long one, I usually write 1 page deals) Working on Dutch translation.

L&LL : I can be short about this one : Hello, stasis. It won't go anywhere at the moment, bleh. Sucks, I really liked that story. Haven't looked at it in a whole while now, and hope things will move on once I do.

The birds: I still have to get on with that one too, but it's also a bit blocked I think I need to get other things of my mind first. But I really want to do this one. (no further info given ) Will have to re-look at this one too.

Sinner of Seven. Upcoming story, title might change. Keep your eyes open for it

#Love4artfun : I've been in this chatroom since sometime after I've joined DA. I've loved it ever since and have gotten a lot of support and friendship there. I feel like I've been in a family there, and I will as long as it stays happy and joyful as it is. A special thanks to all those regulars in Love4artfun, I lub you guys. You make me blush daily almost, you make me laugh, and you share my sadness too at times. Thank you guys and girls.

Special thanks this week goes to ~Duvelsmurf for making my new avatar. I love it a lot and hope he'll submit the larger version. It's a lovely stylised mutation of an old drawing I once made for Maximiliaan Desnacht. I owe you a beer, Mette

Featured artist of this millenium :



To not check her page will result in severe slappings with dead skunks and they'll be wet too. You have been warned.

"There are those moments, when you think you have nothing to lose anymore. Except that thought." (Maximiliaan Desnacht) ]]> ~Yveske http://Yveske.deviantart.com/journal/8162291/ http://Yveske.deviantart.com/journal/8162291/ Tue, 14 Mar 2006 18:34:00 PST "I have always been told I should do what makes me feel good. I have also been told that revenge is a bad thing. The world is a confusing place to be."
~Maximiliaan Desnacht~

Mood: *Evilish*
Listening to: Lacrimsa ~ Der Morgen danach

Redoing this journal after an incident with the earlier submission of part III of the carriage. So do not ask me about any reasons or names please, I will not give them. I deleted it and resubmitted and hope this will leave some things behind.

Anyways, the qoute is meant as a heads up for stories to come. I feel like striking back at Lady Fate and the dead skunks to spank her with are ready. Stories will be my tools of revenge. They're guns that aim and shoot straight at the heart, and it's not gonna be mine this time. I think it's better to have some characters do things I've always wanted to do. No one cares if they go to jail.
These stories are my tools for overcoming that which happens to me. Take the blood from my veins, take the air from my lungs, but leave the ink in my pen. I write what I need to write down to get over things in life. It's my therapy and we all have issues and our own ways of getting over it. Deal with it. If the way I deal with things annoys you, don't look at me. I'm not crying anymore because the rivers are full. I'm not asking anyone to read between the lines and see what I'm coping with. I offer stories and poems that express what I feel and I do that because I hope that the people who read my work, can enjoy the work. Because they like it, because the story makes them want to read it, because they can relate to it and get a feeling of catharsis out of it. Whatever reason works for me. I know why I wrote it, and if you see other things in it, it be that way. That's art, it's poly-interpretable. I don't mind if people give me their interpretations if that happens in an adult and polite manner. If you think my work sucks and can explain that rationaly, I'll gladly accept your comment. If you want to rant at me, my MSN is on the page. I'd like people not to abuse Deviantart as a way of ranting. This site is meant to share art, and even though the letters of art are in rant, it's not the same thing.

Anyhow, on with things.


Stories and other projects :

The carriage, Part III is finished and up. I'm very proud of this story, I've worked over two weeks on it and that's pretty fast for my standards with such long stories (for me it's a long one, I usually write 1 page deals)

L&LL : I can be short about this one : Hello, stasis. It won't go anywhere at the moment, bleh. Sucks, I really liked that story.

The birds: I still have to get on with that one too, but it's also a bit blocked I think I need to get other things of my mind first. But I really want to do this one. (no further info given )

Sinner of Seven. Upcoming story, title might change. Keep your eyes open for it

Project Lacrimosa: I've been trying to translate songs by this amazing musical artist. they're mostly in German but their music is just so appealing to me. After I've translated a few (thanks to ~KweenB-08 for the help) I've found his lyrics to be great and the music became some of the best I have/know. check [link] for more info

#Love4artfun : I've been in this chatroom since sometime after I've joined DA. I've loved it ever since and have gotten a lot of support and friendship there. I feel like I've been in a family there, and I will as long as it stays happy and joyful as it is. A special thanks to all those regulars in Love4artfun, I lub you guys. You make me blush daily almost, you make me laugh, and you share my sadness too at times. Thank you guys and girls.

Special thanks this week goes to who commented on "Bridges and Devils" and made me think about it. It's a random story of which only I myself truely know the concept. But it seemed to amuse people even though they didn't get it. Her comments gave me a good thinking of things I can put into other work. Thanks dear, your comment meant a lot to me ~Yveske http://Yveske.deviantart.com/journal/8111185/ http://Yveske.deviantart.com/journal/8111185/ Thu, 09 Mar 2006 10:23:44 PST "I have always been told I should do what makes me feel good. I have also been told that revenge is a bad thing. The world is a confusing place to be."
~Maximiliaan Desnacht~

Mood: *Evilish*
Listening to: Lacrimsa ~ Der Morgen danach

I hate my keyboard. With a vengeance. I had a whole journal typed out, hit a few wrong keys and it's all gone. I feel like smacking it but my other keyboard sucks even harder. Don't you just love technology? No.

Anyways, the qoute is meant as a heads up for stories to come. I feel like striking back at Lady Fate and the dead skunks to spank her with are ready. Stories will be my tools of revenge. They're guns that aim and shoot straight at the heart, and it's not gonna be mine this time. I think it's better to have some characters do things I've always wanted to do. No one cares if they go to jail.

Stories and other projects :

The carriage, part II is almost finished. I will put it up as soon as it's done. I've promised myself not to go to bed before it's done.

L&LL : I can be short about this one : Hello, stasis. It won't go anywhere at the moment, bleh. Sucks, I really liked that story.

The birds: I still have to get on with that one too, but it's also a bit blocked I think I need to get other things of my mind first. But I really want to do this one. (no further info given )

Sinner of Seven. Upcoming story, title might change. Keep your eyes open for it

Project Lacrimosa: I've been trying to translate songs by this amazing musical artist. they're mostly in German but their music is just so appealing to me. After I've translated a few (thanks to ~KweenB-08 for the help) I've found his lyrics to be great and the music became some of the best I have/know. check [link] for more info

Special thanks this week goes to who commented on "Bridges and Devils" and made me think about it. It's a random story of which only I myself truely know the concept. But it seemed to amuse people even though they didn't get it. Her comments gave me a good thinking of things I can put into other work. Thanks dear, your comment meant a lot to me

Featured artist of this millenium :



To not check her page will result in severe slappings with dead skunks and they'll be wet too. You have been warned.

"And I want to, but I can't. I've tried snapping my fingers to change the world, but I only changed the silence in my room. Very briefly too." (Maximiliaan Desnacht) ]]> ~Yveske http://Yveske.deviantart.com/journal/8038140/ http://Yveske.deviantart.com/journal/8038140/ Wed, 01 Mar 2006 14:07:47 PST "Talking to yourself is a form of comunication too, isn't it. Yes, I thought so too."

Mood: *pondering*
Listening to: Suicide Commando : Love breeds suicide

So hmm, yea, stuffs and things. Actually I feel like ranting a shitload of rants, but I won't because I know it'll make certain people feel bad if I'd start.

I've been trying to go on with the L&LL serie, bit each time I try, I write like 3 lines and then go like this --> Dunno what's up with it, somehow I can't go on with it, while I want to really bad. Also, I feel more like poems lately, dunno why and I don't think I'm that good at them. And for some reason I start them in English while i should practice my Dutch poetry more Oh well.

It's a lot of "bleh"-feelings lately, I keep running into things I'd rather avoid, but in this carriage of life the driver has taken control and showes me the scenery I don't want to see. ("Oh look! It's that thing from your past!" "I know that, are we there yet?" "Far from, I've just started") I'll have to find some way of bribing him or just jump off or something. Meh, silly carriage.
Hey, there's a poem in there *scribles*.

Bah, I should just rant =/

Random thought :I need to win the lottery so I can buy a brewery and get drunk every day or so.

Edit : Thanks to for making this for me on request. He asked if he could make emoticons for people, so i said sure, make one that's writing a book and scratches his head. And it's not what I had in mind, but better ! So thanks a lot mate!

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To not check her page will result in severe slappings with dead skunks and they'll be wet too. You have been warned. ]]> ~Yveske http://Yveske.deviantart.com/journal/7914035/ http://Yveske.deviantart.com/journal/7914035/ Thu, 16 Feb 2006 14:15:08 PST
Today, I woke up and not 30 minutes later my mother tells me on MSN my dog will be put asleep soon. He's been sick and won't make it. Just what I needed, another river of tears, and no bridge nor cart.
Pukkie (that's his name, I gave him that, despite of my sister's choices) has been my best friend at home for some years when I lived there. Whatever I said, he listened without judging me. We played in the backyard, and he was always up for it. Always ready. Always waggling his tail. Always welcoming me when I came home, no matter how long I had been gone.
When I ran away from home (yea, I'm a run-away juvenile, sue me and pay, Matlock's my laywer), I didn't see him for months, except those few times I sneaked back to get something. NOT ONCE did he gave me an accusing look. He was just happy to see me. As if he understood why I ran. I remember I hugged him, that day when I left. He made this murming sound. An understanding one, mixed with sadness.

Right now, he's still alive. Taking short breaths, barely able to walk (my mother gave me these details on MSN when I was there crying the river, wish she didn't, but it's ok mom). I'm going over to my sister now, and I suppose we'll all go together to Pukkie.

Say goodbye
Thanks for being there for me, bud.
Even with what I did to you.
Sorry for the times I yelled at you, because your barking made me mad. (he never liked anything that came closer as 100 feet within range)
Sorry for the time I hit you, when you accidentally bit me. It was my fault.
Sorry for running away.
I love you, Pukkie.
And I'll try make you live forever in a story later. You've earned that.

Farewell buddy, hope you'll be ok, where ever you go...

Edit : at about 8 PM today, I lay him down for the last time on a cold metal table. The vet got a towel which we put under him. I couldn't speak. I stroke him for the last time.
"an durag, dor se karan" is about what I thought.
He didn't move anymore when I kissed him one last time and left the small room. ]]> ~Yveske http://Yveske.deviantart.com/journal/7891142/ http://Yveske.deviantart.com/journal/7891142/ Tue, 14 Feb 2006 05:22:05 PST
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V-day is evil ~


Note : my webcam is an official member of the "I suck" club. I suspect it's the president of it. ]]> ~Yveske http://Yveske.deviantart.com/journal/7859941/ http://Yveske.deviantart.com/journal/7859941/ Fri, 10 Feb 2006 21:26:19 PST [link]

I did that thingy, and this came up :

Your Brain is 73.33% Female, 26.67% Male

Your brain leans female
You think with your heart, not your head
Sweet and considerate, you are a giver
But you're tough enough not to let anyone take advantage of you!

That would explain a lot, perhaps...
But still...
So far for me being macho.

they call 73% 'leaning' . lol...

And oh yea :

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* is a Yahoo Messenger user; Archmandir

beat ya Katie ! ]]> ~Yveske http://Yveske.deviantart.com/journal/7829368/ http://Yveske.deviantart.com/journal/7829368/ Wed, 08 Feb 2006 21:22:14 PST Anyways, a few years ago I think it wa, someone I once met (Hi Pixiemistwing) started an MSN group called Creative Writers Workshop. I'd like to 'recruit' people to go there and put your writings there as well. Or somebody you know who writes or something, whatever! Not everyone is on DA, some may not like and find a home there. Check it out for youself if you wish : [link]

L&LL is progressing very slowly, I seem to be afraid to write it or something, meh. Call it writer's block. meanwhile i'm playing with an idea for a valentine's poem as well, just because I hate V-day so much. This year even more than usual. Ain't that odd?
Oh yea, and life's a bitch, too.

Edit :
** Yveske has been made a member of MemberOfTheWeek by love4art *

Go me in [link] yay! ]]> ~Yveske http://Yveske.deviantart.com/journal/7669985/ http://Yveske.deviantart.com/journal/7669985/ Sat, 21 Jan 2006 19:23:08 PST
Since katie so politely asked me to do this survey, here goes


1. Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 18, and find line 4.
"They were, and they are of gold" -Johan Daisne, The stairs of stone and clouds, opening poem of the book.

2. Stretch your left arm out as far as you can.
Almost topped over my pot of tobaco, and got reminded I should quit smoking. Ha ha.

3. What is the last thing you watched on TV?
episode of 'Carni Vale'

4. Without looking, guess what time it is:
4.14 Am

5. Now look at the clock. What is the actual time?
4.10, but I had seen the clock a few mins ago !

6. With the exception of the computer, what can you hear?
Cats playing and wrecking my chairs...

7. When did you last step outside? What were you doing?
30 mins ago, coming home from my birthday party

8. Before you started this survey, what did you look at?
At what the cats wrecked while I was gone.

9. What are you wearing?
Black pants and black shirt

10. Did you dream last night?
probably, since it's scientifically proven we all dream at least 3 times each night, but I doubt I'll want to remember what it was.

11. When did you last laugh?
About 40 mins ago, while was walking an old friend to a club where's she was meeting her friends.

12. What is on the walls of the room you are in?
Paint, and posters, and some dust here and there...

13. Seen anything weird lately?
Too much probably...

14. What do you think of this quiz?
No idea why I'm actually doing it

15. What is the last film you saw?
Se7en

16. If you became a multi-millionaire overnight, what would you buy?
I promised someone a trip to England, so i guess that. The rest on a house and stuffs like that.

17. Tell me something about you that I don't know:
I know one line in ancient Hebrew, but I can't write it

18. If you could change one thing about the world, regardless of guilt or politics, what would you do?
Blow it up probably

19. Do you like to dance?
Yes, i do, but that doesnt' mean I actually can.

20. George Bush:
Isn't he an character from 'Planet of the Apes?'

21. Imagine your first child is a girl, what do you call her?
Eek, children?

22. Imagine your first child is a boy, what do you call him?
Eek, children?

23. Would you ever consider living abroad?
No way, Belgium needs a good writer, and well, I'd like to see one in the next few years...

24. What do you want God to say to you when you reach the pearly gates?
"I'm sorry, but I think I made some mistakes during your life..."
"No shit dude?"

25. 4 people who must also do this meme in THEIR journal:
~Clanky87 , ~Zeldenhandel, ~Lucinda3, ~Secret-Shadows ]]> ~Yveske