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I like it, being on my own. No one around except for my cats, whom only need feeding in the morning.


I'm becoming more independant. Independant of family, that's for sure. But also independant of my friends. I know that I will always need friends, and that I love to spend time with them, of course, but I've also come across ways to enjoy myself without them. Even though I do prefer drinking a few beers in bar with mates, than spending my time writing late in the evening, or doing other stuff. I like writing, that isn't the problem.


Also, and this is trully important, I have found myself a penname. And with that, a new DA account. ~DaveMoody. I have written the reasons and stuff in the first journal on that account. I'll be really specific in what I post on there. Not just random poems I made, but poems that either mean something, or simply read good, or make me feel good. I'll post some of the poems from this account on there, too. Some that I really like.



Well, I'll now get to watching a movie. I hope I'll like it, even though I doubt it a little. And besides that, it's already been 3:30 in the morning again, which means only half an hour to go until I feel completely briliant and start writing things down that, in the morning, will turn out to be absolutely genious.

Ciao

]]> ~daffaloo http://daffaloo.deviantart.com/journal/16989482/ http://daffaloo.deviantart.com/journal/16989482/ Thu, 21 Feb 2008 07:57:18 PST I've been postponing all the projects and things that I need to do, according to others.
I just don't get it. Why are we supposed to do wathever other people expect from us? Who gives them the right to decide how my life will become?

As much as I'd like to say "fuck you", I know that I somehow need them. I can't wait until I become indepentant, and I hope that things will get better. Doubt it though

I decided to just use Journalism as a subject for the project that I need to work on. It's the least annoying at the moment, but I'm sure I won't do that one either. I will try and pass my exam so that I won't have to go to school as soon as summer is over.



One other thing that I would like to note: I hate the mother of Natalee Holloway, and I hate Peter R. de Vries. I actually hope that Joran van der Sloot stays out of prison. He's a great liar and he stood vast even when everyone around him TOLD him that he was guilty. Peter de Vries is simply an arrogant motherfucker who gets all the credit for the work of an undercover dude. The ONLY thing Peter did, was putting the hidden camera's in the car.
On another note, Natalee's mother is nothing better than Joran. Joran didn't kill Natalee, and loved all the attention since he may get paid for all the troubles. Natalee's mother also loved the attention but instead of having everyone hate her, she got everyone to love her. "Oh you poor thing, I bet you are the only person in the whole world whos daughter died" (not even killed, just died from the alcohol). I mean, dude, have you seen the reaction she gave on those so-called "confession tapes"? I'll summarize: "Oh my gosh" (5 second break) "Oh my gosh" (5 secondd break) "They didn't even know". Repeat that for about 6 minutes. 6 wasted minutes in history I tell ya

I can say that if I were Joran and I knew someone who could ditch the body for me, I would've done the same. He fingered her while she was completely wasted, so actually, all he did was being present at the moment of her death. He panicked and didn't know what to do because he thought the police would think he killed her. The thing that made this case such a mediahype was the fact that the mother thought she was special because she had money. seriously, do you think Natalee was the first completely wasted girl who died of alcohol? No, of course not. I mean, dude, they used helicopters to search the whole island of Aruba. And why Oprah Winfrey had to give her opinion about Joran throwing a glas of wine in Peter's face? You tell me. All I know is that Peter is an arrogant son of a bitch who gets attention when he's right about something. ironically enough, he doesn't get much attention actually.


I hope Joran gets to live happily ever after and what happens to Natalee's mom doesn't bother me. She already got more sympathy then she could've ever wished for. rich bitch



Just one more thing: I think I may close this dA account and start a new one, or a blog. Haven't been writing stuff anyway and I doubt people are reading or checking it out these days.


Be greeted, oh my rare and bored reader!

]]> ~daffaloo http://daffaloo.deviantart.com/journal/16893400/ http://daffaloo.deviantart.com/journal/16893400/ Fri, 15 Feb 2008 04:22:11 PST



Why do I always write such long journals?
I screwed up my second schoolexam with an average of 4 of a scale of 10
My guitar doesn't allow my fingers to touch it
The 21+ pages are currently remaining terribly empty
I want to connect this old phone of mine to my mobile one
There's too many guitars in this room
Why do I play games?
Just one more week until my next holidays
I have no words in my mouth
Fuck valentine's day, who dares to send a card on that particular day has not enough guts to send it the day after. Why should the valentine care for such a weak and sad person?
I wanna be 18

]]> ~daffaloo http://daffaloo.deviantart.com/journal/16346367/ http://daffaloo.deviantart.com/journal/16346367/ Thu, 10 Jan 2008 16:12:26 PST

today i, again, realised how amazing poetry can be. I cycled to the docks and smoked my first cigarette in 4 days (i had no lighter ). that cigarette felt as a releaf. the lights, the church, the river, the world. it all seemed so peaceful all of a sudden. I sat down on my bicycle and I grabbed a piece of paper and a pen from my jacked and started writing. I wrote down my thoughts. I wrote down something creative. metaphors. I even wrote a poem. i felt a high that i hadn't felt in ages (i didn't use either alcohol or any other drugs). I loved it

now I want every one of you to have a good sleep. and that sweet dreams may come over you


PS: I think I'm gonna study literature after I graduate (if i graduate). I have loved it so far. now i just need to find a first real book to read to gain some experience at the dutch way of writing

]]> ~daffaloo http://daffaloo.deviantart.com/journal/16315389/ http://daffaloo.deviantart.com/journal/16315389/ Tue, 08 Jan 2008 12:47:27 PST


I have no urge to write my poems. No urge to write my novel. No urge to draw. No urge to write music. No urge to make music.


I know what's causing it though

One, I'm sharing my room with my younger brother. For your own information, all he does is play games. That's it. That's his life at this point. And I? I am just more of his opposite, I don't know why and how. Where I want peace and quiet and inspiration to do great artistic stuff, all he wants to turn on his computer as soon as he wakes or gets home and have maximum gaming quality or wathever. One room, two people who do very different types of things. Nope, not a good combination. I can't write, draw or make music with noises of guns, bombs and engines on the background. Sad but true


I guess I'll take the advantage from the weekends that my family spends at my dads ship. Those are the only moments in which I'm home alone. The only moments that I can do stuff I really like.


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In further news! I have mad my homew-- wait, haven't made my homework today. I was about to. coz my mom told me she'd call up my mentor if i didn't. and that would mean that I'd get to go to detention.. again

]]> ~daffaloo http://daffaloo.deviantart.com/journal/16165373/ http://daffaloo.deviantart.com/journal/16165373/ Sun, 30 Dec 2007 11:09:28 PST This is written yesterday evening, after I got home while having some problems with my - yea it sounds weird - my mind. I felt like going paranoid, literally

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I want my hair back. My long hair. My god, I had one thing that I was actually satisfied about. It made me confident. And I just, let it be cut off. I though I’d be cooler if I had shorter hair. Well fuck me. The most unlikely thing happened. I lost my identity. My hair was a huge part of my identity. When I look at pictures from the time that I still had my long hair, I see a dude, someone who stands for the person that I want to be. Confident, cool, easy. And I was just simply, how odd it may sound coming from me and all, sexier. I slowly found out about some girls, just 2 as far as I know, who fancied me back then. A lot. Might not be that odd, but I was another person. A less depressed person who didn’t have some things that I have now but, he was happier. If I could just get him back along with the things that I like to do now. Like writing my book and making music with my mates. And that’s exactly what I’m going to do.


I’ve almost finished watching the first season of Heroes and I very much like it. I just can’t believe that I’m getting controlled that much. My family, the system. Even friends. The system told me that there are demons. I know what they are, or rather, is. And it’s got a name too: fear. Now why would they tell us that there’s something that could destroy us? Why would they make us so afraid. I felt like I was feeling them around me lately. Simply pushing my bike over, steadily so that I wouldn’t fall, but still. I sometimes hear things but don’t think that I’m getting taken over or anything. I don’t believe in that. These ‘things’, they are a product of what people have taught me. They told me there are things like demons. They told me that they exist. They made me fear them. And now, ironically enough, I do. I can’t help it but it’s awful. Knowing exactly what it is but not being able to help it. I’m not afraid of the dark either, not especially, it happens in daylight too. But darkness does make it worse. Oh my fucking god I’m not helping myself writing this. Though, there’s one thing I came up with while riding my bike home tonight: We all have questions, most of us have explanations. All the questions are based on the truth, but are the explanations? All those smart people who call themselves believers. They think they have the explanation. I guess they don’t know that most of all our explanations are based on theories, understandings, human thinking. I do firmly believe that as long as men keeps mistaking themselves, they won’t have the right explanation. Now how odd is it that all these religions have divided themselves amongst people who disagreed about their theory. If they can’t disagree, then someone must have made a mistake? A human being? Maybe god even? Who knows? Who will ever know? Will we ever know? I don’t think so. I just want this to be over in the morning. I want to forget a lot of things. I want to forget about anything, the system has ever taught me. What good comes from scaring people? I’m not here for the explanation, I’m here to get rid it.


Life. What if all that we ever believed, in turns out to be a lie. The system says we don’t trust people as we used to trust them. Is that a bad thing? Maybe we trust people too much? Maybe the problem isn’t that we don’t trust people anymore, they just simply might not be worth our trust. Which is, much more likely, the case. I wonder what happens. When we see something we heard, that we believed, collapse. What would happen to our thinking. It doesn’t need to be something big to get you off the chards for a moment. But it helps. Just think of something simple. Something really simple. Now focus on what you’ve seen of it. Focus on what you know, not what you’ve heard. And it’s something you have seen for yourself then pick another example. Now imagine, that thing you thought up, a complete lie. Imagine how everyone would ask what you meant by that. For example, the statue of liberty? I haven’t ever seen it, but I heard a lot of things about it. I couldn’t imagine a day on which anyone I’d ask would say they’d never heard of it before. Absurd, isn’t it? I don’t know why I’m telling you this, but this is just another theory on life. Why would this make less sense than a dude who creates the universe in six days? Fuck, I had the perfect idea about the world this evening but I was riding my bike. It was something like, if we would all believe what we saw, and not what we heard, we would’ve gotten rid of a lot of things. Fear for example. Dude. Not too long from now I’ll be closing my eyes. For what I know I might never, ever, open them again. Now how fucked up would that be? Imagine there is a god. Fuck. If no one would believe each other I wo... ]]> ~daffaloo http://daffaloo.deviantart.com/journal/16088147/ http://daffaloo.deviantart.com/journal/16088147/ Tue, 25 Dec 2007 04:18:24 PST

Situation: Nothing. That word fits it quite literally. Nothing as in, no idea of a possible future. Nothing as in, no idea of all that happened before and why. Nothing as in, nothing to live for at the moment since all that I once lived for faded or got ruined. Nothing as in, no will to live or belong to a group. Nothing as in, not caring about my lack of will to live.

Lot of nothings there. I don't care that I actually don't have anything to live for, which is a good thing. I don't really want to do anything. Right now I'm just living day-by-day. Waking up and just simply waiting for the things that life throws at you. I'm, again, quite content with my current situation. I don't care. I found out that some people are really cool. Some people that I don't really know. I also think that I'm improving. I've been afraid of turning out like my brothers. But I'm pretty sure that won't happen with my current idealism and such. Got to go now, ciao!


EDIT:
I'm so empty. I have no goals. I have nothing to strife for. There is NOTHING. I have nothing to write about since there's just nothing special going on. Emptiness. I can't write. I can't draw (don't know why). I can't create a song or anything. I have nothing. Tomorrow will be nothing. The day after that will be nothing. 2008 will be nothing. As far as I'm concerned my life ends here. nothing. fuck. i want weed

]]> ~daffaloo http://daffaloo.deviantart.com/journal/15973777/ http://daffaloo.deviantart.com/journal/15973777/ Mon, 17 Dec 2007 13:41:50 PST
I dreamed about becoming an Astronomer one day. I wanted to be the smartest person in the world. I wanted to discover new stars and planets. And on top of my career, I would find other intelligent life. "I'll get married to a lovely lady and 'Maky babies'." would I say, followed by a giggle. What else was there?

I would live with my God who would've helped my through the rough and good days. One that would've guided me through the hazardous paths of life. I would've helped people in church by sharing my religous life with them. "How will I help people when I'm an
astronomer?" Would I ask.


Dreaming has gotten hard over the passed four years. Never thought I'd one day get to look reality in the face like this. Never thought his eyes would be so grey and, seemingly, dead. The passed four years were the most important, and most intense years of my life so far. I should slowly be coming out of my puberty by now. I should slowly be finding myself by now. I should slowly be finding out who I am and what I want by now. I feel like I'm growing up. In fact, I feel pretty much like an adult. It might sound strange coming from a 16-year-old but I simply know that my mind is more aldulturated than a lot of people who are called adults by law. If you know what I mean?


Anyway. My god, I really have no FUCKING clue about what I'll be doing in 10 years. And I would like to know so I can head straight for it. I want to know what things I'm good at. I love writing, but I'm simply afraid of being rubbish at it. It happened too much. I'm afraid of putting all my time in it, while it turns out into nothing. I've recently applied to a dutch website for writers. Found a lot of help there so far. But it didn't help me from being afraid, afraid of being let down by another lack of talent. The simple fact is that I'm reasonably good at everything: drawing, guitaring, writing poems, writing music, singing, sports, school, social relations, talking, having an opinion and expressing it, creating an own opinion. And really don't hope writing novels will be added to that list one day. I really can't think of anything else that I'd give my time and life for.


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Most of you might have noticed my life seems a little grim. Over the last few weeks, months maybe. I guess you're right there. I've been thinking about the future more than ever. And I don't understand why the government want us to study. I don't want to be rich! I want to be happy! I want to live my life doing what I do and like best. Who gives a fuck about money.


About money, and life: I've read that some, straight and clean hedonists believe life is about pleasure, and not in the way normal hedonists believe it. They believe that you should find a certain balance in life. And that you should not give in to all your pleasures that you come across. Money, in that matter, is your worst enemy. Those straight hedonists believe that you should live a poor life. With few things that you can actually care about. It's an all-known fact that the more you have, the more you want.

That's why I felt so attracted to this belief when I first heard about it today. But when I started searching on the internet (wikipedia for example) it turns out that normal hedonism is nothing more than the more pleasure you get, you happier you are. They think that you should enjoy every minute of your life, and do wathever makes you happy, at that point. Wikipedia even tells that hedosist are usually rich egocentric beings that want everything for themselves: pleasure. Now that's not what I want to be associated with. So I'll stick to the part of hedosim where you find pleasure in helping people and doing things that make people happy.


I guess I'm quite a bit of a straight hedonist. One that can make society happy when he gets to make his own decision about where and how to live. I can't wait for turning 18

]]> ~daffaloo http://daffaloo.deviantart.com/journal/15907009/ http://daffaloo.deviantart.com/journal/15907009/ Wed, 12 Dec 2007 17:17:45 PST “Why can’t you give me that chance?”
I patiently ask them
“The answer my friend
Can be found in your soul
Your will to live.”
“Excuse me?”
…
“Hope, my friend.”


The title of this journal ironically fits the little piece of literatue above. Which, by the way, came from one of my poems that I have moved to scraps just a few minutes ago. About the ironically fitting title. It shows how no one knows why we can't get chances, and sometimes hope is not enough. Satisfaction is, for example, another crucial factor in life. Now on to the explanation of that weird-ass stanza: I sometimes get a bit frustrated, as anyone else, about how life fits together in one big whole. Why we must wait for chances instead of create them. But I do believe there is an answer to that simple question which as got to do with hope. If we all could just grab our chances, we'd have one boring world. I mean let's face it, what's a world without problems? "A world without solutions". Can it get any simpler? Solutions are the only things that make us happy, they help us forget or solve our problems. Solutions are also a part of hope. When there is a solution to a problem, it makes you dream and wish about what you want to reach next. Those new goals come with problems, those problems come with solutions, those solutions come with hope, hope comes with goals, those goals come with problems and I think we have just completed the circle! Just continue this circle until you die and you'll be just fine.

I didn't know there was an explanation for that stanza and because the whole original poem made not a lot of sense I had moved it to scraps. But I kinda like the sort of explanation i found.


I found out my singing is horrible. I mean, I knew, but I was always practicing and hoping for it to get better or just to find the right style for my voice. Ein (~xEinherjarx) told me grunge might be the thing but I tried it and I think my voice just ain't steady enough.

I also found out my guitaring skills won't do the trick either, eventhough I don't practice as much but it simply takes a lot of skills to actually make money doing it (especially with a bad voice).

Then there is drawing. I never said I suck at it but it just frustrates me quite often. I won't do it for my true job in the future though. There's no way I can make enough money with that.

Last but definetly not least: Writing. I will, of course, keep on writing my precious little novel. And besides that I might start doing some non-music-orientated poems in the future. I've been too focused on trying to get good lyrics for my "New songs!". I never turned out to be a good musician but that doesn't really matter that much.

I'm now thinking of possible other things I like to do, or things that I'm good at. But I think that was pretty much it.


Okay. Life's odd. I have no hope at all on a future by the way. But somehow that doesn't bugger me. I'm fairly contentn at this moment. Probably because it's already been 2 AM and it's been a long day at school and I've been recording a video for one of my mate's songs and I've done loads of other crap. Wathever




One last thing. I finally found someone I don't personally know to read the first chapter of my little amaturistic novel. I do want you all to know that my novel is the last thing I'm holding on to. I lost the love that I once felt for that girl that I fell i love with a few months ago. I lost all hope in ever making it through my senior year. I've lost all hope in singing, guitaring, drawing. Hm sounds sad, doesn't it? Well I'm quite fine though. I don't mind, I feel content. I just hope I have enough talent to do some study on novel-writing or such. I'd love to be a writer. If that doesn't work out I'll simply join the army as I have been planning to eversince a few years back



That's it for one of the longest journals ever. Take care and grab every hand life offers you, it won't be long before you'll sit in your chair enjoying your retirement savings while not even being able to spend it all until finally, you'll die.

PS: No I was NOT sad. Truly

]]> ~daffaloo http://daffaloo.deviantart.com/journal/15890525/ http://daffaloo.deviantart.com/journal/15890525/ Tue, 11 Dec 2007 13:56:57 PST
I really have no fucking clue of what I want. What I want with my life. I know that one day I need to have money, the world doesn't turn without it. But I also just want to live my dreams. Writing for money. Drawing as a hobby and extra fee. And maybe even music. But as I'm the kinda dude that would romantisize life without actually thinking about other, more realistic, ways.

]]> ~daffaloo http://daffaloo.deviantart.com/journal/15831151/ http://daffaloo.deviantart.com/journal/15831151/ Fri, 07 Dec 2007 07:28:47 PST

I've also decided that I will be doing homework from now on. I hope I can keep that up. The thing is, if I pass this year, I don't need to go to school ever again, unless I want to myself. If I do not pass, I'll have to wait until I'm 18.

I find it a bit annoying that I always have loads of inspiration for my novel when I'm not at home. And when I want to write something my mind stalls and I get bored, which makes me start a new drawing, which in turn makes me unhappy, which in turn, makes me unsatisfied about what I'm drawing, which in turn makes me draw for hours in a row, which in turn makes me unhappy and unsatisfied about my spent time, my drawing and my novel.


drawing is an addiction once you start a new drawing, that's why I'm not gonna do it again. I'm gonna try and spend all my time writing my precious little novel, while I'll be doing some homework in my sparetime.

]]> ~daffaloo http://daffaloo.deviantart.com/journal/15745225/ http://daffaloo.deviantart.com/journal/15745225/ Sat, 01 Dec 2007 06:47:57 PST You'll be love you'll be loved
Like you never have known
And the memories of me
Will seem more like bad dream
Just a series of blurs
Like i never occured
Someday you will be loved


It's almost 4 PM, and I'm sitting here in my boxer in my bed. I don't know why and how I got here. Not speaking in the practical essence of the word 'here' though. I don't know how I got in this stage of life. I'm not depressed. I just think there are things ahead of me. Good things. I'm going to go after my dream of becoming a writer. And probably also after the girl that I once fell it love with, then gave up on, and can't forget.

I feel like an old man. One who hasn't seen shit yet, but has been through a lot. There are things in life that remind me why we're here. And how we're supposed to reach that goal. I hear people telling me what's right or wrong. But I don't see why trying those particular things is such a bad thing. A human's got to learn. It's got to know where he stands. And what he can and can't do. No one can every tell him what not to do. The best way to know is to find out. Apart from that fact that usualy turns out into a bunch of people who turned out like shit, I've been realizing that we can't always live our lives thinking of dreams. We've got to be creative and make those dreams into a reality. I for one know what to do, but I'm not listening to my heart and soul. As much as I'd like to say that we will get our chances someday, I don't think that's appropriate. I've decided that I don't believe in chances anymore. Things happen. All we've got to do is be creative and do something with it. Divert the bad things into good things. Use life as a playground, until finally, we're game-over

]]> ~daffaloo http://daffaloo.deviantart.com/journal/15707766/ http://daffaloo.deviantart.com/journal/15707766/ Wed, 28 Nov 2007 13:35:25 PST
I couldn't have done anything about it though



Love



Is the hardest drug on the planet



How could I have let this happen, how!? I knew from the beginning that I had to do something. I knew that I had to use it. Not just let it get to me, slowly, until it at one point, unleashed its emotions. Yes... I cried

]]> ~daffaloo http://daffaloo.deviantart.com/journal/15621343/ http://daffaloo.deviantart.com/journal/15621343/ Thu, 22 Nov 2007 12:59:41 PST
Anyway, I had to study for the tentam of tomorrow, cba again. Sucks... "Escaping through a dream"

PS: oh yea and I'm giving up on the girl, trying to anyways... gotta find a way to live without being in love all the time (even though I know I wanna fall in love again when I am finally over this... ah well)

PS 2: All of you watch the movie "The Edukators" best fucking movie I've even seen. But here's a hint: don't watch it with too many friends or when you're in a hyper mood, it's a serious movie with a serious subject. But awesome!

]]> ~daffaloo http://daffaloo.deviantart.com/journal/15558865/ http://daffaloo.deviantart.com/journal/15558865/ Sun, 18 Nov 2007 07:25:57 PST

Talking about insomnia eh?

Anyway I also wrote the first bits to the new book/story I'm writing. It's in dutch and I'm really sorry to the foreign people on here, but I think this's better. I give a sumary in english everytime i finish a chapter


Last but not AT ALL least, anyone ever seen the movie The Edukators? Amazing. It's about two dudes and a lass of around 20. The two dudes break into villa's every night to "redecorate" them. They don't break or steal anything but leave a message like "Your fat years are over" or "You have too much money". Very cool movie


BTW: I had 8 exams a few weeks back. In holland we could with grades from 1 to 10. A 5 is bad/insufficient. I scored three 4's, four 5's and one 6. That's the kind of score a frog would have on a uni-exam. god I feel like a frog right now

]]> ~daffaloo http://daffaloo.deviantart.com/journal/15443378/ http://daffaloo.deviantart.com/journal/15443378/ Sat, 10 Nov 2007 03:21:20 PST
Amos: "I think I'm now in the 3rd fase."
David: "Oh hell, I'm already in the 9th, darned life."
Amos: "WOW! Well but you should know that when fase 3 ends, I'm gonna enter the 20th."
David: "Yea, that's so true maaaaan, wow, how fucked up is that? But all I know is that I will one day fall back in fase one. Could be today could be tomorrow, or in about 60 years or so, but one day I will."
Amos: "Yea, Of course. wow dude, how amazing is that. WOW! WAIT! I feel, I'm changing in!"

*A moment of quiet*

David: "Holy crap! That's like, VIRTUALLY IMPOSSIBLE!! I feel you presence in the 9th fase. But.. but.. but weren't you supposed to enter the 20th fase?"
Amos: "Uhm, yes, but this is weird man, I'm like.. wow.. in a completely new world!.."
David: "Are you even here? Are WE even here? Aren't we in another world... I'd wish we were....."




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This was not what I was going to write but I'm inspired enough to keep on going for a few more days


PS: wow, why doesn't the song "Death Cab for Cutie - Your heart is an empty room" fit in that "Listening to" box... Well, at least it does now

]]> ~daffaloo http://daffaloo.deviantart.com/journal/15388518/ http://daffaloo.deviantart.com/journal/15388518/ Tue, 06 Nov 2007 08:26:27 PST
Here's a short description or stuff I keep in scraps:


Poems
De sleur der verdoemenis, A chance for a winterleaf (old), Strawberries, Butterflies, The fact that penguins can fly and my oldest poem of all: Vision from above


Stories (tails)

A strange search
This is my longest story ever. Written by ~Renown and me. It counts 46 pages. It's fanfiction about our characters online, on Jolt server of the game Freelancer. Unfinished though
Cayman (codename) is about 30 years old and gets out of prison after 5 years. He flees and meets old friends. He keeps running and realises something strange, and big, is going on...

As in a trance
Unfinished as always.
About Matt, who gets arrested for something that he didn't do...

It turned out to be the light
Another fanfiction work. This is a different situation from A strange search. It's the end of my character on that server, it's what I wrote when I left the server.
Cayman is 16 years old with an amazing talent of flying a spaceship. He has been through a LOT. Lost his parents, smuggled drugs when being 15, hunted aliens, joined the British Elite-corps. He left there and became a pirate, robbed and killed several KoF-convoys. When he turned 16, he joined the army of his former enemy: the Bretonian Naval Empire...

And then there's a short unfinished story that I wrote sometime back...

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But winter goes and summer will come
Good days will follow with a brightly shining sun

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Well, the good news of today is......... ~Shelagnoa made me an avatar!! specificly designed for me! lol. Thanks again btw! Haha. I'm glad I felt a bit better after seeing that avatar and listening to Tenacious D. I really don't get why some people get depressed by these words. Coz it is kind of metal, my parents would think it's devilish but it's not. It's cool...


Hah, I feel way better now. Ah damn, I now remember all the things my parents are trying to do to make me follow their rules. and they don't even tend to listen or understand any of the words I say. Meh, life sucks.. And it only lasts for a couple of years. And what is life anyway? A few days. Good days, bad days. A last day. A first day. Every life has those four aspects. See? Life doesn't need to be complicated. Why can't my dad see that? Well. I missed out a great night with friends, because my dad wanted too. Well okay. Enough ranting really..


All of you have a good day

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And I guess I need an avatar to attract a few more people to my slowly growing DA.. I might make a drawing, or use my old small side-of-head drawing.. I dunno.. Anyone any suggestions?

Thanks in advance

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I'm worried about my exams, been going through a lot of stuff recently. Been sick, which made me write loads. Fell in love, really in love, which made me write music and I'm getting inspiration for a new poem. And besides all of that, I picked up drawing again. I will post the drawing soon, when It's completely finished. All these things are things I love to do/feel. But why did I fall in love just a few weeks before my exams. As you all probably know, love makes you dreamy. It's hard to focus when you're in love. I'm seeing this girl everywhere. Not as in, there she is, but, is she there? Haven't seen her in the passed 3 days though. Can't get her out of my head. On my way to school, a few days ago, I sang a spontaneous version of The Fact That Penguins Can Fly. I forget everything I sang but it did make me think that the song that started as a joke, can actually have a meaning. Sounds like a perfect Indie-song to me! I'll be working on it soon, but first: coursework for Dutch and exams...


Goodbye everyone!

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Wow, I just realised this won't interest you one bit. Awesome

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I have written Circle of Life yesterday. It's too short but I love that one, I got angry but my laptop ran out of power so I had to stop writing it. I might do some more to it later.


I recently fell for a girl. She's a friend of the one I fell for a few weeks ago. I'm not sure if I'm in love. Don't just say I am, because I can think for myself on this area. I've had a lot of people telling me I was in love when I only just liked a girl before. I'm not gonna let that happen this time. I'm gonna watch her from a distance and see if she turns out special. She might inspire me for some new poems, who knows. I'm gonna get some sleep now, my brains, muscles, my mind.. it's all fucked up beyond everything. I can only think for 5 minutes. Next thing I know is that my thoughts have strayed from something, to complete emptiness...


I'll stay in touch

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I've struggled with that problem of the girl and stuff, and I'm quite happy to say that that's over. I lost interested or saw someone else deserved her more, i believe it's the last one that made the biggest difference...


Anyways, school's starting, and i'm busy already. I'm in the senior year of highschool now and I have no clue about what to do next year. I HAD figured it all out, but of course, plans never work out, heh. I was planning to go the best college in holland (not a uni) but its amazingly expensive. Including housing i would probably need to pay about 9000 euro per year, food and insurance and stuff excluded. The school lasts 2 or 3 years, depends on choice. But a job right after you pass is guaranteed. And it'd make big money too, probably. I'm not sure what else to do though, right now i'm thinking of joining the AirForce. Not as a pilot as my eyes are teh sux0rs, but as a mechanis or something. I wanna do something important though.


Anyway, I have lots of crap to take care of in the coming 6 or 7 weeks. These will be my busiest hopefully. Got my final exams in May, and 3 more weeks of exams spread out over the year. Meh tis gona be a tough year.


Thanks for readin up this far, gotta go now, homework... Toedeloe!

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