Examples off Shabby chique dining

 

Good morning everyone,

 if you wonder how Shabby Chique dining can look, well, like this: 

It's just boiled potatoes with fresh carrots and peas, and a normal piece off meat, but it's done on a nice place. So it also serves the eye. 

Fried potatoes, chicken and brocoli, same story. Very normal foods, but served on a nice dish. It makes a diffrence. 

And this is cauliflower with potatoes and a slice off meat, also served on a nice plate. Just sided with water, but I could not feel more decadent than when served on a nice plate.

It enhances the feelings you have during dinner time. It looks good, and you'll feel less cheap when you have these, and it's expensive and looks cheap. Nice dishware is the key! 

I hope you got something onto it, 

Allright, that's about it for now- 

Thank you for reading. 

Good evening at the 7th off February, 2025.

 Good evening everyone, 

Today was cold and cloudy in the Netherlands. 

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Mark van der Stelt is too coward to accept loss off face. I'm right, I've always been from the start, but that aso is too coward to admit to a large group off people. Knowing they will ditch him or think and talk bad off him. Though it's nothing less than what he deserves. I have been right in private messages, and it was true. Vana had been rude towards me about not even hearing what I had to say about my failure, and not admitting in the first place I have a hiccup in my system which made me fail. Not admitting, not appologizing, letting me walk around with that deep shame and mark on my head off a bimbo, a slut, an attention whore, and not hearing me for real. Fighting for justice sake is hard. Especially with these monsters on my neck, and the entire alternative scene thinking I'm bad. But it's not true. I feel powerless and treated unfair. And Mark should mind his words. They where not hearing me fairly, and are now ashamed and afraid off what happens if they lose their face towards the audience. I think that's the fairest thing to happen to me, after 14 years off big injustice. The coward should have publicly appologized towards me, and made that bitch off an ex- wife off his shut up. 

Vana is a bunch off cowardly rats, big in slutshaming and shoving a fake reason in my face, very bad in admitting their own fault. A knife cuts on two sides. But I'm not willing to take my share anymore. It's their mistake now. I've tried all the time to make it up, but those cowards where not open for it to begin with, always shoving Peppie in my face. But that dumbass is not the real reason. He's abused as a reason and proud to be a boogieman towards me. He's just part off the injustice. And Faust is a nightmare. I think I better stay out off their business from now on. But I think we better don't keep it a secret, and cowards who do injustice should be punished. I think my name should be cleared from this guilt. It's not there, I'm not guilty and I've never been. It's always been Pepijn and Mark. I've never intended to ruin things. I was just right. Did I fight for it instead off sticking my head in the sand? I sure did. But who is treated like an animal? Not them. It's always one big show off make-believe. After your money nowadays, all spirit is gone in my opinion. I don't make friends by not wishing to be blind. I rather speak the truth and give them some off my thoughts. This is a free world, the law in this country holds space for that. Mark is a coward who should have lost his face over mine. Not the other way around. I lost my face, and what for? Unfairness and lies, and their will to follow empty pleasure instead off standing by real justice. They're not to trust. They're after robbing your money, and massive upbring nowadays. Anyone with a purpose would ditch them. And stand by truth. 

Allright, that's about it for now- 

Thank you for reading.  

Good afternoon at the 24th off May, 2024.

 Good afternoon everyone, 

Today it's cloucy yet warm swamp weather. 

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I have read future history books which keep on reporting the Russia-Ukraine war ended in 2028. And Cetan will fall at 07-06-2027, somewhere in a Ukraine meadow. 

I think it's good to take count off such a long take for the war, and prepare yourselves for it. It's not safe for people to think otherwise. 2026 is a trap! And beware, some might think 2026 it will truly end. But that's prognosis. 

It will be 4 more years off war for The World, and I keep on seeing Trump winning the American elections all the time. We'll be off desperate afterwards. And for poor people, it can take even longer to get up again. Since the crisis will end in 2032. But we can keep on having trouble with it untill 35 or 36 even. 

It's difficult to pinpoint on the end and certain dates. But nuclear bombs will fall, and it will all be blown up in the end, and we have a big chance off losing this war and going down in history with big shame. It's going to happen. I keep on thinking 'they will think SO low off us later on.' 

Sometimes I have the voice off a Metal Grumpy in my head 'Great you keep on telling damnation, since we are all going to hell...' But this is for real, and not some sort off Metal game. Be prepared it's the REAL THING. 

Allright, that's about it for now- 

Thank you for reading. 

Good morning at the 19th off February, 2024, 2.

 Good morning everyone, 

It's almost 02.00 o'clock. I still can't see the weather outside. 

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The hell with Faust made me unpopulair among Vana Events. People assumed I was a brainless barbiedoll after just one thing. But I'm not like that, and I never have been. It kinda shove me away from the cool metal head boyfriends I actually wanted. And now I have that issue with cute blonde, geeky men and pagan priests, when it's into Vana Events, they are likely to know me from the forum and loathe me for it. I'm famous in a bad way and it's quite an issue. I never got over it since I learned to hide away from it. I never got really close since most don't live in my place. But in far off places where I can't find them. 

I'm seen as pretty, but I'm no good and a bitch and a slut according to them. I'm working my ass off to prove their wrong. But they don't see. Nobody sees who I truly am. I have been hiding my real self for a lot off people. All the jealousy, all the hatred, all the gossip, all the haters, all the fake - it did just too bad for my nerves and I flipped on the subject. Vana was the cause off getting into the mental hospital and on these pills to begin with. It got me in the overdrive and killed my career. I could not take it very well. Still I felt the urge to state my opinion and stand by it. I should have stand by it better and not let them make me insecure about it. I should have never appologized, since I always have been right all along. I shouldn't have backed down. Those people are annoying when it comes to taking things with a limb off salt, where I have done so long before. 'Goddamn it people, take it with a limb off salt. Just like I do.' It's what is said about it all the time, but still they don't get it. Am I harsh or are they just stupid?  I think it's the last and it doesn't make me a bitch to fight back against them. 

I'm not a bitch. I'm just honest and real. It's hard fighting with people on the level off a few sandbox toddlers, while I feel like an adult. It's hard to win a serious argument from someone who uses 'I'm gonna burst out and cry.' as an argument, and you have to quit from the moderator. While you're actually into a serious discussion. I'm not into the austriches, the whiners and the sexists. But this is not what paganism is supposed to be like in my opinion. 

Allright, that's about it for now- 

Thank you for reading.    

  

Good morning at the 19th off February, 2024.

 Good morning everyone, 

It's almost 01.00 o'clock, it's dark outside and I can't see the weather. 

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Question: Have you ever been in love with Faust from the Vana Events forum, or his real life self? 

Answer: 

That man has been my personal nightmare. I felt awfull about him. Delustional, and I have been calling him things in my head that are not fit to repeat on here. And that was before the cheat-thing where he suddenly had someone else. I'm fine with that, to be honest. We where never a thing, though there where several rumors about it. And that's for the better because I can't stand the man. I even have been calling him terrible things related to his Jewish background, even including the holocaust and WWII. You don't want to know how bad it was. I downright hate him. 

I never said so in real life and I felt obsessed with it at some point, to the point where it drove me insane. I felt I better kept distance from him since he was the main source off my delusions and feeling awfull, while he drove me in a corner, claiming he was about to 'get me pregnant. Hearhearhear.' Just like that. It's terrible to an unfertile woman like me when they joke about that. He drove me batshit insane, and the worse thing was that powerless feeling, off not being capable to speak up how I felt about that baboon's face. He looks like a baboon with a jewfro and buckteeth. He's just terrible to look at. And he wears those pesky 'Look, I'm a macho.' sunglasses everywhere, which are stupid. He's NOT my type, and he has never been. I felt most awfull about not being capable to tell the truth. People assumed his feelings where mutual and I would or had to answer positive. Which was not te case, and which makes Vana some sort off a sect in my opinion, forcing people to do what they want. 

I don't want a fucking baby with that retard. He doesn't respect me, he behaves too macho in a male dominant way and he thinks he's a whole lot off something. He's not my type. 

I have the song 'Just a girl.' by No Doubt in my head with this. People see me as too girly girly and simple to even get it. Even to a point where it's humiliating. Assaulting, overruling and sexist. 

But I'm not, Just like the song, I've had it up to here with them. There are certain reasons for me to never to come back to Castlefest. I wish him and his new girl all the luck. But forget about me. 

Let's post No Doubt on here: 

Good afternoon at the 30th off May, 2022.

 Good afternoon everyone, 

The weather today is cloudy and cold. With here and there a rainshower. 

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Serving Farmer Cake was a big succes this morning. I better could have made three since I was short in it this morning and that's a bad thing. People loved it and I had fun serving them coffee and cake. 

This is what my workspace looks like on Monday morning. It had several good reasons to serve cake with my coffeeshift. No matter what the rest off the week will be like, at least Monday morning started good for me and the people who had my cake. My cake got declared better than Albert Heijn's. (A big supermarket branch. That cake got declared utmost bad.) And it got complimented in how I managed not to make it dry. People loved it's consistency. I love it when that happens and the morning starts good. 

Day 15 off No-Spend-Month. I'm close to it's half. I had my groceries today for cheap and I have the feeling living affordable is a choice rather than a must today since supermarket prices wheren't skyrocketing today. That's a luck for me. Still I want to fullfill it. (I did my groceries economical this afternoon and I barely spend money on extra's.)  Plus there was flour on the shelves which is even more off a softening for this nightmare. It seems I'm not truly bleeding anymore but not spending too much is a choice. (And finishing off what I still have on the shelves isn't a bad idea either.) I could allow myself a new coffeemaker or a new cookbook once I finished this task. My old coffeemaker needs to be replaced, and I love collecting cookbooks. So both off them are luxury items which could count as a reward once I'm done with it. And then continueing with it to the entire summer? It wouldn't do bad to do so.  

I haven't puchased hazelnuts for cookiebaking today. I found it counted as an unnecessairy luxury so I kept myself from doing it. It's also something for when No-Spend-Month is over. I could give myself some space after the first period is done, eating fish, buying a cookbook and a coffeemaker and then continue. If it's not a necessity anymore, I could allow myself some space to breathe before I go on. But that's for when this period is over. Let's keep on with it first. 

Allright, that's about it for now- 

Thank you for reading.     

Good evening at the 25th off July, 2021.

 Good evening everyone, 

It's raining and thunderstorming incredibly right now, it's a massive rainstorm and I hope those plants are happy now with their extra water. 

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Today I started a new novel about a cat and it's owner travelling Japan. It's written by a Japanese author and I have been buying it among my other book, The cat and the city. 

I think I might have caught up on a cold. It's about time to start to wear at least a raincoat this season and my common pair off shoes. Flipflops are a bit too optimistic, just like not wearing anything over my ordinairy clothes. I like it to rain massively right now. If anything, rain is perfect weather for warm tea. 

There where years where drought was incredible, this is a year for rain and clouds. 

I don't know if it's my mind, but some people are taking prudeness to a next level. I'm prude, but some people make it a game to keep themselves from all kinds off luxury and extra's in life because they think it's 'unsuitable.' I don't believe in overly sexualizing things, that simply doesn't work for me- But some types appear a bit bitter because they almost push themselves into a behaviour so rigid it seems to come from another time. Some people might say that about me, I'm the one to wear long pyjama pants and tidy pyjama shirts, (it's a habbit that comes from living in a care home) instead off sleeping in the nude and I have never been with a man 'like that.' Because off reasons. I have kept myself from that for my own sake. But now about those types who make it a game to declare everything you consider a little extra in life vulgair. I believe they can't find satisfaction in their own life and start gossiping about my life all the time to keep their hands clean for themselves. They aren't anything better than you or me. And most off all- ridiculous alternatives are guilty to this most. But should we take that scum serious with this? I don't think so. 

If there is any good example off a prude and pure life- then it's probably me when I'm at my best. They have shoven too much in my innocent shoes to still believe me. But I'm not vulgair by any means. I should know better than to still hang on to that. It should have been clear to me I was not welcome the first time I got onto that. It would have been much more clear that way but they're hypocrit. If they would have told me honestly, I would have stayed away. Honesty is one off the most important things for me in life. But alternatives are a bit half hearted when it comes to that. Honesty? Nowhere in sight. I'm talking about hardcore goths and metalfans, and then those idiotic weeaboos with their Anime and Manga obsession. They share the most horrendous stories for attention. Their mindset is crooked and it's not a good thing. Psychiatrist? A good ampull off medication injected in your fragile body you mean. And now shut up. Be brave, be honest, do the right thing- always. Calling themselves honourable and fair is a bridge too far for my down to earthness. I'm spiritual but I don't make it a puppet show like some do. And all they can do is hate on me and shower me with disgust, for to have been honest to Vana. It's not right with me what happened. But if you seek for honesty and fairness- don't go among their kind, you won't find it there. It's dubble hearted and sick in a wrong way. 

About me... 

The rain has stopped entirely. This weekend was for lentilsoup, books about cats in Japan, coffee, oranges and a small birthdayparty at de Boed. Nothing more than that happened. I might be too honest at times, I can take more pain than most humans find acceptable, I have my scars, you're dealing with someone who knows how to protect herself when you're fooling with me. I try to be straightforward but sometimes fate wants me to play. I try to go wholehearted for what I believe in and then find myself slamming against concrete walls. From people who don't understand or who are afraid off me. Most off the time I drink coffee and enjoy living in my appartment. Not doing much but enjoy collecting cookbooks on the internet or cd's. That's mainly what I do. Right now I have my eyes on Jamie Oliver and his work. It's incredibly expensive on the online shop where I mainly buy it, they have a copy off 'The naked cheff.' at de Boed where I first saw it and I like that certain cookbook. I love the philosophy in that cookbook about fresh foods. I don't come off as much when I pretend to be a badass. I love to read the newspaper and write postcards and I love old fashioned and vintage looking stuff. People say I have a good taste in things and style for things. They always compliment me on how my home looks. Bold colours and stylish prints are my thing, just like vintage / old fashioned looking furniture but with modern twists. I wouldn't call myself edgy in style, but I have open minded beliefs about people and the world. Still I think this world would be a better place if people would behave better and take on life more easy. 

Allright, that's about it- 

Thank you for reading.    

I'm not like that

 Good evening everyone, 

The weather changes by the hour, it's sunny and then cloudy, and then sunny again. But it's not warm today. Japanese cherry blossoms are blooming and it's a pretty sight at the garden outside. 

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I wish to state something about myself, I'm not a slut and I feel such pain when people point that at me. I don't like to be degradated that way since I'm actually rather prude and down to earth when it comes to it. As far as I'm aware off, there has never been any incident with me misbehaving anywhere. I have been on the good side for years while Vana and it's men have been on the evil side against me for ten painfull years and nobody ever stood up for me. They all behaved like sheep following a leader. And they still do. I feel better to have escaped them and stand on my own feet again. I live in a free country so I can wear owls on my shirt too. De uil zat in de olmen bij het vallen van de nacht, en achter gindse heuv'len, daar riep de koekoek zacht 'Koekoek!'. I feel like being the owl in the olms while they can't push themselves on the frontline enough to call me crazy and treat me that way. It's actually quite pathetic and shamefull off them to have been behaving like that all the time while you'd expect much better from them. I have seen it all, I have witnessed it all. In my freedom, I choose to leave and never come back since that would hurt me too much like it has always done. In my freedom, I choose not to follow them anymore since their rules and social morals have changed into something I can't find myself in any longer. I can't see the fun in the fantasy part anymore with such things going on on events, and nobody listening to me and taking me serious. It hurts and I don't want to be the victim to that. I'm mature and strong enough to choose my own path and leave. They called me a slut too much, they thought calling me a whore was cool, but I couldn't take it anymore and after something happened, I choose for myself. Despite all the hurt since leaving went with a proces off hurt and I had to find the strength in myself to go but I couldn't go on the way it was. I'm not a coward, I'm not a prissy, I'm not a slut. I'm probably too mature for them to take. It was too much to take on my shoulders and I'm no scape goat in a herd off blind sheep. I rather leave. It has hurt but it's over. 

How am I for real? 

I'm down to earth, I'm not a push over, I'm original and prude. I don't want people to go beyond my borders and if you do so I fight back. I rather wear high collars than decolletés, I dress simple yet classy and elegant for someone my size. I prefer pants over skirts, I wear flat shoes and I try to relativate the world with humor. I used to think I could do some cabaret, but when I try to crack a joke out loud, people barely understand half off it. So nowadays I rather keep shut not to offend people or to get weird looks from their faces. I wonder how I ever got to the reputation off a slut. If I had the choice between eating as much as I want without getting fat, or finding a man, I choose the first option. I love good foods and to prepare them. Men are a bit difficult sometimes and they are incredibly picky on women nowadays but I couldn't care less about litterally not fitting their standard. I feel uneasy having to change myself for 'love.' or 'lust.' So I don't do so. I prefer to be myself and let it all pass me by so I can walk at my own speed in life. I don't need a love partner. I need health care in the first place and a good man would run hysterically out off the collective room to de Boed, community centre in Zaandijk if he would try to dive in to it. 

People are mad, anti-social and unmannered. I'd be ashamed if prince charming would step off his valiant steam and enter the building. I can't see it happening but I learned to live with it. People are a bit filthy if they become psychiatric patients but that's due to not caring about being groomed or what's appropriate anymore when you're in for a while. It's not fancy or hip and happening, or even on a normal standard off what's appropriate sometimes. I got a thick skin, I learned to live with it but I can understand if you're a picky, ten out off ten or above man, you'd be ashamed by it and that's why I choose men not to be my main concern but to get healthy and try to get better from schizophrenia and delusions. I'm at a point where delusions got less but they are still there. Especially when I'm alone at night. I still need psychiatric health care and that's also part off what I truly am: A psychiatric patient. I don't get why people from fantasy events downgrade me and hate on me so much. Life is bad enough already so far and I could do without all the bullying from strangers and mean people in the streets. I fight enough battles in real life. Some people would not believe me about the bullying, but it happens and it goes too far as far as that goes. It's one off the reasons I choose to quit fantasy events since the bullying hurts too much comparing it to good memories. It stings. 

Back to the point, how am I for real? Food loving, witty, creative, I love bald colours and outstanding clothes, I believe in mannerism in social traffic and I behave like an example in real life. I believe good mannerism opens doors for people and that's how I got to this place, by behaving soft and sweet without extentive agression or rudeness. I'm sensitive for that. I believe you get more things done from people if you behave well. And it feels better to behave soft and receive soft behaviour in return. That's how it mainly is. I'm not a bitch in real life. I don't like to be treated that way. Though I stand up for myself as that is always a good thing and I keep my personal borders in sight as that is not a bad thing either. 

I believe in comfy clothes, I prefer to go without make-up or with soft make-up which is never overdone. I hate too much make-up though I can do good make-up on myself if I feel like it. I believe in good personal hygiene though and I love to smell good. I prefer dark colours in my clothes as a base and then pick some lively items to stand out and make it look chique alltogheter. I don't wear much jewelry, though I wear earrings every now and then and I love cool earrings. I love nail polish and I wear that a lot. I almost holy believe in not being 'overdone.' in your look. It makes me look chique according to some. I'm fat and I wear glasses. I would be blind without them. If I would have to pick a few words to describe myself it's 

Fat-Sensitive-Wishing to prove myself - Chique- Disabled- Responsible- Misunderstood. 

I don't like the image people put up about me and how they treat me and gossip about me all the time. I hate it. I don't fear to stand up for myself and say something about it. I have always wondered why they do that and why they keep up with that for so long. What is their reason behind it? They're probably jealouse and wish to truly get me down somehow. Break my spirit since they fear me and all the cliches about that are probably true. I don't like them. Some people need to look at themselves before they even attempt to judge me as they don't know me. I prefer to stand up for myself instead off staying quiet and let it happen. 

Allright, that's about it for now. 

Thank you for reading. 

  

Grumpy and their morals

Good afternoon everyone, 

(Grumpy = A nickname for a metalhead. Metalheads are Grumpies and mainly up to stupid things you´d wish to tell them ´No, Grumpy. Not like that you idiot.´ For example, walking around during a bright sunny day covered in way too warm winter clothes for such a day. Grumpies often aren´t very wise or mature about things.) 

Can you imagine there are people out there who think most women who are into them are just perverts who are after their wealthy posessions, who play the victim all the time to women who ´play.´ them so to say and who aren´t above the mindset off a 10 year old themselves? their mindset, which is about women who just play them and are after getting pregnant and getting away with their money while they themselves don´t look actually rich, aren´t rich and just are probably total junk themselves? 

Some men like that are getting me amused somehow because somehow I suspect this is a joke to them and they pretend. Sometimes such big tales are nothing but funny and fake. Grumpy Metalheads are the main source to this kind off idiotic thinking and I got it to the point where it´s a joke to them to talk like that, but when they start to believe this nonsense, it´s getting a bit too far. Like a man who pretends to be ´exhausted and rejected.´ by some woman who was just after his sexual potention and his posessions. The world couldn´t get more strange after that. But is that really true what he claims? Wasn´t he himself just a horny pervert all along and just after that woman after she simply said no to his advances? Grumpy sometimes lives in a world off make-believe in my opinion. I can see him in my mind talking big to a crowd off likewise men after gulpin in a lot off beer or other strong booze. 

Likewise with such fisherman tales they call me a whore, a bitch or a slut all the time while nothing about that is true, and no real story has actually taken place to proove those lies. Maybe Grumpy himself got born out off some playfull woman who was after his father´s money and this made his image off most women a bit crooked. I can´t imagine anything else to have taken place to justify such talk about women. (I don´t know anything about the origin off Grumpy himself. Maybe he´s a bit ashamed to share that with most people. Unlike perverted tales about being robbed by a girl he probably hasn´t even gotten in the first place.) 

Allright, that´s about it. 

Thank you for reading.