Good evening at the 6th off June, 2026.

 Good evening everyone, 

It's moldy, hot and humid... but maybe I'm just overheated after some green tea.

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I learned a tough lesson from the past: I can't change the world, and I can't change politics. My voice is a waste. I can't speek openly and freely among real life people on here, and little information comes in. We're just in a mental health organisation, which provides us homes and which is supposed to take good care off us, -which could be better.- But I'm not death myself. I'm alive. I eat, because I can cook, and I'm clean because I can wash myself. Fellow clients do harder. They do bad at self-care. Staff should take that upon them better, but they change staff members all the time. And a lot off fellow clients are so weak, they die all the time. It's difficult. Lack off care, smoking, badly fed, unhygienic homes. Self-care and discipline are life safers in here, but mental health clients are often so bad at it. The public sees us as tramps. And look down upon us. It has a bad reputation. Like, the lowest you can have in modern society. 

I'm a young woman, I do basic care, but bare basic. That's due to insights in future guidelines about how this should be done, but most fellow clients don't have those. They die. Or grow slumber. I have an opinion? The world does not care. I'm very vivid in my interests compared to the rest off them. Most off them don't like broad minded interests. They can't compete, it's impossible. I wish for a more broad minded companion, someone to discuss books, foods or other subjects with. Most off them even have never swimmed in the North Sea. If I ask them, they answer a bit whimsical. 'Have you ever swimmed in the North Sea?' And usually it's no, because they are afraid off jellyfish. I come from an area off the county where swimming in the sea is more common. And usually it's not jellyfish that's the issue. But they already see it as somehthing unhinged to have swimmed in the sea. I used to do more beach walks in my youth, also with my family. But I'm too weak nowadays. And the beach is too far off. It's a bit the level what it's on. But us, mental patients, we are terribly weak and we can't handle much. Discussions are out off the picture, simply to keep the air clear, and the moods about me a bit more positive. I'm a coward, but this is Leviaan, not the parliament. People come here to seek rest. They do know I'm very broad minded and widely interested in the world, and that's all they know. 

For cases like this, there is the internet, but I often feel it's useless what I do. Nobody cares, I feel unseen and I make such a fool out off myself on places where people are kept under the thumb. I think it hasn't helped very much, I just got in here, in the mental nursery home. Where I should not lose it. But I can't help it. Sometimes I see the news, think off previous people and think: 'Karma is a Bitch!' Laugh to myself about it, and go on. Some things are better not be taken with a limb off salt. I don't know how it has worked out to those people, but honest, I don't want to be after everyone's ass after what they have done to me. I can't, I won't. I someone dies it's their problem. I probably don't even know about it if it has already happened. But here I am, owed up for, paid for, clean and healthy, and even pretty (Without make-up) according to beauty standards. I can't care about back then, because even my health doesn't allow me to go back to that place. I got mental attacks for over-thinking about it. So, no. It's more calm when I let it be. Better for my health. So, I don't know anything.  Nothing, but that prices for groceries are expensive, and that I still love that one blonde bird on the nest that's not mine. It's such a handsome bird, but they did not allow me to own it. To get close was even impossible. Vana Events kept on shoving me Faust in the face. But honest, even if the cute bird dies, I can't care. I can only care for the close surrounding. Politics are a bit out off my mind. 

Allright, that's about it for now- thank you for reading. 

   

Good afternoon at the 23th off June, 2026.

 Good afternoon everyone, 

Today it's muddy and sunny. 

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It's a matter off surviving. The upcoming next period, and it's extreme prices, and mainly: The almost characteristic flow and energy off this country. It's very negative. I get by, still. I get by, I live, I dress myself, I clean, I eat food, I drink water. I'm alive. But it's hard. 

My beauty standards and rituals have turned down to basic, on the level off middle eastern. Simply natural but groomed to acceptable. Clean and washed, but undyed. And no make-up, but still- good skin, a smooth face and home plucked eyebrows, and I hope I don't smell bad. I spray perfume behind my ears, still. I still got it on a birthday discount, I do a whole year with a bottle. I think I can still pass for the approval off elders. That's mainly why I'm tidy and clean. Since I'm in a care home with mainly an elder audience. I refuse to let myself go out off poverty or protest. It's how I've always done it. And it works for me. I still eat healthy and I'm still clean. It's not for being cool, not for statement, not because I can't afford- but for my sweet old fellow clients. And offcourse, care staff. I can't let myself go like some stupid street idiot. I still brush my teeth, dress tidy and wash. I feel it's better. It's how I do. I don't do make-up, but I still make the best out off myself. It's still possible. Despite not buying the latest trends in clothes. I look a bit cheap, being all natural and a bit fizzy. Beauty based on the mediteranean, and thank god I got the eyebrows for it. Otherwise my face would be ugly and bald. And undyed hair- It looks stupid, but I have to deal with it, still, I'm naturally a cool blonde close to brown, and not grey yet. My main concern is to keep it fresh.  

Being sober is not looked down upon by elders, being badly dressed is. I can't behave like street scum, it's also against my personal norms. Compared to them we're almost posh, compared to rich people, we're almost trash. It's such extreme others in the outside world. And fellow clients from a younger generation are usually poor, and badly dressed out off poverty and bad hygiene. I feel with them. But I'm against populair behaviour off being unwashed. Being washed in this place is almost sacred, since they all wish they where capable to be more clean. It's a basic human need. I'm against the current trend. I'm against people being filthy and unwashed. 

Somehow, I think after this crisis is done, I think we will be displayed to immense greed again, and people being clean and arrogant with something they better owed up a cheaper substitute for during crisis, for hygiene sake. There's nothing wrong with that, to stink it like a horse out off it's mouth is worse. I got the luck I'm still capable to be acceptable clean. I don't like the unwashed trend among young and hip and happening people. I'm almost stuck up proud off how I'm doing it. It's my opinion. 

So, yeah, that's how I'm doing. I'm not going to FAUN, it's over-prickling for my senses, so I'm trying to sell my ticket. It's not happening, I wonder if it will sell at all. Over-prickling, bad energy in the air since they can all drink my blood, and I can't keep up with being an evening out. So I canceled. Haters gonna hate. 

Still, with a bit off make-up when I'm out, I do nude lipstick then. And a mascara look, nothing too strong, something that suits me. It's natural enough to be cheap. And only when I go out, otherwise it's no make-up, and just a good face oil and face wash. I don't believe in plamour. I believe in natural glamour. And simply deal with what nature gave you. But clean. It's how to deal with crisis in my opinion. I can still be out on the streets with it, I'm good enough. I can deal with it. Life is not over. But let's hope peace will be here soon, so others can live aswell. 

Allright, that's about it for now- 

Thank you for reading.     

Good morning at the 16th off May, 2026.

 Good morning everyone, 

It's cold and rainy outside on this dark, stormy night. 

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de Boed has something new, beautifull, tropicall flowers made by the handcraft team from raglan cleaners. Bold coloured raglan cleaners, folded into pretty, pretty flowers. And they're real works off art, not half as expensive as the flower shop. 

Have you ever seen a minth coloured flower like that? I purchased two off these bushes as gifts, for my mother and my grandmother. Boed gifts are still affordable. All the other shops are as good as impossible, but the handcraft team is still a place to go for greeting cards and beautifull gifts. Silly and frumpy as they might appear to normal people, or under better economical circumstances. I always love to give and be a bit generous, but it's been made impossible by the current costs off everything. So I put on the hat off Iet Petite, and be generous with their hand made items on birthdays and occacions. And the upbring is for them. So it's usually worthit every euro. And not too expensive. These flowers where 3,50 euro's a bush. Modern flower shops are almost sucking blood for standard bushes off flowers, so these are a perfect alternative, as long as they're there. I should cut it, before I start to sound like a commercial, but I'm happy with these. They're beautifull! 

Also, I do my fine share in filling their gift shop with items I made myself. This week was for a necklace with beautifull green beads 

There are so much nice people who are fan off my works. Sometimes I do sell an item, though the tree rack is still a bit full. It makes me proud to see them hanging in the shop's window. On a tree- shaped rack, it's on the branches. It's really lovely. It's something totally cool to be actually sold there. 

I had remarkable delusions about people being a fan off the long green beads I work with recently, and them being totally sold out somewhere, so they can use them themselves to make items. I had a market stand with beads piled like fruits on my mind. I've never seen anything like it. But I can't figure out, so I think I'm a bit over-acting on these fans. But it would be cool. A market stand with beads sold like that, is never seen before. Usually these come in tiny sachets or pots. It's not like they would scoop them like candy like that. But it's what I came to think. I'm glad these beads come for free at de Boed's creativity room. I just can't owe up for work I made myself. But it's the creative process that matters here. That's why it can be sold for cheap. It's such a beautifull concept.  

Allright, that's about it for now - 

Thank you for reading.   

    

An attempt to get on the show

 

To: Aubridge Coppers and The History Team 

Dear Aubrey, 

Most people in your videos have offspring who signed them up for a resemblance in your history videos about the 21st century, I don't. But I enjoy the show, I have seen your videos in my dreams, I would like to assign work to it. 

I have several food video's and pictures on my facebook and my blog is full off stories for Vintage Belle and The War Era. I think I won't live long enough or be capable to sign up for them in this life, or let anyone else do it for me. So I write you ahead. It's important. I know the cause off the war, and I'm a poor Vintage Belle myself. I would like to be in The Very Best You Can Have, aside to all off the side video's you make about the war. I have numerous off material, fit for it. It would do such justice if you would add silly wee me to it. I'm a big fan already, and I'm proud you do justice to the cause. Finally. 

This century is a race I probably won't outrun. But I'd like to say, I adjusted my two cents to the cause. I would like you to do right to all these wrongs. Please, feel free to search through my Facebook and my blog, and use whatever can be off use. It has such big meaning to me, It has my blessing. 

Yours sincerely, 

Maaike de Vries.  

Good evening at the 22th off April, 2026.

 Good evening everyone, 

It's beautifull and sunny outside. 

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Today at creative activities, I made this bracelet. It turned out pretty, and it will be for sale at de Boed's shop. The entire profit will go to de Boed. I don't earn from it myself. It's done with their materials. 

It's pretty cool to see them for sale at de Boed's shop, though not much is sold. I think most people don't even have money for those. And a lot off people can't find their way to our giftshop. It's kinda hidden. It would be awesome if we'd actually have more clients with money, or costumers who get by to begin with. 

Allright, that's about it for now- 

Thank you for reading. 

Good morning at the 19th off April 2026, 2.

 

This is a picture off a bracelet I made recently, it worked out pretty cool. 

And this is what it looks like when they hang your jewelry on a rack in a small store. It's really awesome. 

I also finished this pretty little bracelet, it's for sale at de Boed's shop. All upbring will be for them. 

I just wanted to flaunt a bit with these. My inspiration to make jewelry softly came back. 

Allright, that's about it for now- 

Thank you for reading. 

Good morning at the 19th off April, 2026.

 Good morning everyone, 

It's gloomy and dark tonight. 

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Mensen hebben het te veel over 'Van goede huize.' komen, en scheppen op over afkomst die ze helemaal niet hebben, of doen alsof ze belangrijk zijn en gaan op hun strepen staan met gegoede manieren die niet van hun voorouders komen, maar uit hun eigen kop, waarin ze zichzelf wel heel erg belangrijk wanen. 

Maar laat me je dit vertellen: Er is niks mis met van gewone maar gedegen huize komen, en opgevoed zijn door wat gewone mensen. Vooral als je wat aan je opvoeding hebt, en de gewone mensen echt om je geven, en je handige dingen geleerd hebben. 'Van goede huize.' En er dan arrogant of nep bij zitten, met alleen het recht op een grote mond, is eigenlijk een beetje vulgair. 'Wat dat dan ook inhoud?' 

Je mag best trots zijn op je voorouders, je ouders of je komaf, als je het maar een beetje normaal houd, en niet overdrijft, en je hoeft je ook niet te schamen als men gewoon was in jouw familie. Nergens voor nodig om ergens dik over te doen. 

Ik kan me beroepen op gegoede voorouders, en een gewone boeren huize met een dorpse achtergrond. Dat is wat het is, niet meer dan dat. Ze waren vroeger gegoed, maar toen ik geboren werd waren het gewone mensen. En er is niks mis mee. Mensen zouden dankbaar moeten zijn voor normale dingen, dat het er is. Want zelfs het normale is niet vanzelfsprekend. En het heeft me met liefde opgevoed. Dat kan ook niet iedereen zeggen. 'Van gegoede huize.' word zo eigenlijk wel heel gewoon. Of iets om mee op te scheppen. Een stok om mee te slaan. En dat is niet altijd terecht. 

Allright, that's about it for now- 

Thank you for reading.