Thursday, July 03, 2008
Being Nice.
It amazes me, how some people just have no idea.
After a long time of not speaking to this person, and them not speaking to me, but still on my friends list, the following occurs:
10:47] Darbince Marder: Silver or gold?
[10:47] Asadora Summers: mmm?
[10:47] Darbince Marder: Which do you like better.
[10:47] Asadora Summers: mmmm silver...
[10:47] Asadora Summers: Why do you ask?
[10:52] Asadora Summers: Oh... thank you.. that is very kind of you
[10:52] Asadora Summers: Good to know that you have progressed in your endeavrous
[10:52] Asadora Summers: *endeavours
[10:52] Darbince Marder: Honestly... I don't think they're good enough to sell.
[10:53] Asadora Summers: so are you inferring you gave me something crap?
And I told him what I thought of this gift, as he did only afterall, want an opinion.
Which I gave it to him.
[10:58] Darbince Marder: No, if anything one of them never agrees with me on anything, but they are always overly nice when it's something I make.
[10:59] Asadora Summers: they just don't want to hurt your feelings, I guess
[10:59] Darbince Marder: Probably.
[10:59] Darbince Marder: And your opinion?
[11:00] Asadora Summers: I wouldn't buy an outfit like that, would not suit either my Fae or my Neko
[11:00] Asadora Summers: It's more.. 'humanistic' and the bra style isn't a style that I like in particular
[11:00] Asadora Summers: and there isn't much to that outfit, so, it would not be decent enough to wear for my Fae
[11:01] Asadora Summers: And the blue is a big too dark, I like blue, but that blue was just a very wrong blue that would suit me overall
[11:02] Darbince Marder: And overall opinion of the prim work and texture work?
[11:02] Asadora Summers: well, it's not very impressive, I've been on SL for a long time and seen a lot of silks and much more detailed prim and texture work, so to me, it's not something that sticks out
[11:04] Asadora Summers: Though it is a good frist try
[11:04] Darbince Marder: Now see, this is pretty much what I think, that it was lacking in almost all areas and that it really does look like my first try at a silk.
[11:05] Darbince Marder: Everyone else I've asked has told me it was 'really good and to price them at 400-600L'
[11:05] Asadora Summers: what?
[11:05] Asadora Summers: that is erm.. too high
[11:05] Asadora Summers: more like 100L
[11:06] Darbince Marder nods.
[11:06] Darbince Marder: Thank you, you've been a great help.
[11:06] Darbince Marder: Feel free to trash it.
[11:07] Asadora Summers: I won't trash it
[11:07] Asadora Summers: you are welcome, btw
[11:09] Asadora Summers: Oh and yes, I'm fine btw
[11:09] Asadora Summers: thanks for asking
[11:09] Darbince Marder: I didn't want to invade your space by asking..
[11:09] Asadora Summers: but you proceed to 'invade' my space by asking me what I thought ofyour outfit?
[11:10] Asadora Summers: How does that make sense?
[11:15] Darbince Marder sighs. "Forget it.. Despite how it came off I was trying to be nice."
[11:15] Darbince Marder: I wont bother you again.
[11:19] Asadora Summers: How was that trying to be nice?
[11:20] Asadora Summers: Asking me how I was, first, as least would have been nice
[11:20] Asadora Summers: 'Hey, havn't spoken to you in a while, how are you?'
[11:20] Asadora Summers: That would have been nice
So.. none of that made sense to me, well one part did, that he's very selfish. He is no longer on my list and I believe mute has been activated, because he did not respond to my last comments.
What an utter twat.
Oh well, at least he's googleable now:-p
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Saturday, April 26, 2008
The words you'll never read.
The words you'll never read:
Trying to regain something from the past, is not allowing oneself to move forward.
The past is way behind, shadows of former selves, never to be repeated, never to be mended.
Things that were shared and given then, created together, is apart of that past.
It can not be regained nor contained.
It was not a 'gift'. It was a creation by two people, together, a harmonious union which will never be heard again.
When you disappeared, that was your choice. Your silent fleeing showed us all that you wanted no part of it any longer.
There is no reclaiming it now.
Now is not the time for closure. There was a chance for that, but the door was slammed shut the day you disappeared.
Enjoy the new life you have. Be inspired by your new experiences.
Look forward.
Never backward.
Please, leave us in peace.
---Residents of Gracie.
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Tuesday, March 18, 2008
What happens when you return from AFK
[11:25] You: brb, gonna put supper on
[11:25] Hendrik : i'll be at the gym soon
[11:25] Hendrik : see you!
[11:25] Hendrik : take care
[11:27] Hendrik : 0X80FFFF color1 0 7f4e0315-481f-4f0f-9c70-4a5dcd92a646
[11:27] Hendrik : :p
[11:28] Hendrik is Offline
[11:28] Amras : Oh, Im just a social drinker.
[11:29] Amras : Everytime somone says "Ill have a drink" I say so shall I!
[11:33] Amras : The prodigal lizard returns
[11:34] Amras : Hendrik has left, and Asa is now AFK it seems
[11:34] Amras titls his head. "So who in the hell am I talking to?"
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Sunday, March 02, 2008
I'm sorry x 1000
Do you know what irks me about people and this happens most often in SL. It's the fact that when they... utterly piss me off, they continue to say 'Sorry... oh I am so sorry.. I'll make it up to you' about a thousand times over and over.
If you are going to say sorry, say it once; otherwise, it will only annoy me further and not do you any favours.
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Friday, February 22, 2008
Neko Asa!
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Monday, October 08, 2007
Asadora interview in the Second Life Metaverse Messenger
http://www.metaversemessenger
The article which is starts on page 25, is about the roleplay sim, Algarond, in which Asadora (me) frequents and is the Leader of the Faes there.
Here is the full interview:
"Fae Asadora Summers is another roleplayer who loves the roleplay here. Summers said, “The RP here is more fluent and organized, but still retains the freedom of true freeform RP. This sim is a far cry different from the other sims, in the difference of the outlay of the land and the overall setup. “I really do like the fact that there are no ‘cliques‘ here. It’s refreshing to see that within the Second Life roleplay community.”
Well said, Asa!:-p
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Friday, October 05, 2007
Open Labs on Campus
My college is in SL. It would seem that it is encouraged to us SLag and not against usage rules.
Grand.
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Monday, February 26, 2007
My subconscious is not responding well to SL.
After sleeping two hours last night, I woke up from a horrid nightmare at 0532 this morning.
The nightmare involved SL and it was so bad, that I woke up suddenly with a massive headache. I could go into detail, explaining what the nightmare actually held, but, considering all things... it is certainly not worth it to have to think about all that stuff again. I kept falling in and out of lucidity. I cried myself back to sleep.
So, I'm taking a break from SL. My subconscious is not responding very well.
Besides, I have You Tube to keep me entertained.
Spring Break is next week. After spring break I have two exams.
So, if any SL'ers want to contact me, then well feel free, you have my email and my messengers.
Bye for now.
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Sunday, February 25, 2007
Second Life: Blur the Lines.
Second Life is a creation of different people, which makes Second Life such a diverse place. Everyone has a varied view of what they want to create, whether that be objects or whom they want to be. So, it it quite understandable that people will misunderstand one another or just simply not agree and do not want to compromise and also develop feelings for one another in ways that can not be explained. And perhaps, it is also somewhat understandable that people want to Roleplay and within that RP have IC only and not 'blur the lines' with OOC, because it creates 'drama'.
OK. Now, what is not understandable at all, is when a person says that they like you, when they do not even know your IC or OOC at all.
Right. Also, the person describes what they would want to do to you IC whilst talking 'at' you OOC, but yet when you stand your ground and refuse, they accuse you of 'having IC and OOC run together.'
Ummm. Let's see. I maintain my role pretty well. I do not let my OOC show because, I do not want it to affect mine or others roles. It creates an overlapping effect. So, this is why I chose or have chosen rather, a select few to whom I do actually show my OOC. They deserve it, they appericate it. They understand. They listen and they accept me how I am and we spend lots of time together as a group, we share we actually communicate using the 'beyond.'
However, this *person* has no idea about me or my IC whatsoever. I am surprised that they have any idea about anything besides how 'great' they think they are. A 20 year old 'boy, telling me not to cuss, because it's 'unladylike'. Fuck off, you twat! A little boy telling me, that I disrespected 'him' and that he is a 'rl Master' and I should treat him as such?
Yeah. Sure thing. I'll get right on that.
What amazes me is the audacity that some people have in regard to telling people how they should RP. No one can tell someone, 'THIS IS SL PEOPLE, DO NOT BRING YOUR RL INTO IT.'
Hello? Do you not live with five other people that are all into the same SL as you? I certainly doubt that you and your lot can sit there and talk about only irl matters irl and SL matters in SL only? Please.. I am sure that whilst on SL, one of you have IM'd the other and said, 'Hey, can you pass me that coke bottle over there by you.?' I mean really, something to that affect you have.
SL is no different than talkers, MUDs or any other program which enables people to communicate. The basic foundation is the same, the basic formulas of bringing people together are the same. So, don't you sit there and say otherwise.
The lines always get blurred. No one can prevent it. You can not separate the inbetween from the equal parts on each side. You are not God, in any form. You are not a God in SL and you are most certainly not the God of me or my role.
What happened on SL tonight went certainly beyond the 'boundaries' in which was set by you and your lot.
The RP that kicked it all off was wrong. If R was any type of a Prince at all and seeing as he felt indeed threatened by C, then HE should have been the one to fight C, not A. He purposely made it to where there could have been an 'epic battle' between C and A, whom every knew were together. R had already said that he did not like weakness in a character, he said that was apart of his role, so when A, who is normally a 'weak' Fae character stands up to R, he can not deal and he orders the other warriors to 'defeat and torture' both C and A, because, he could not bring himself to do it, because he is too scared to fight C because, he would never be able to overcome C, and he is also too afraid to fight A because, for him to be pwned by a Fae.. would be the most humiliating thing in the entire RP.
So, he gets the other Warriors, those that are close to C and A to 'go after' the two people that have quite a bit of skill with a blade, because his skill was too 'weak'. His actions spoke louder than maybe he intended, but to 'punish' a Fae for standing up to R and punishing a Cat for standing with the Fae... that is truly the ultimate display of RP fear that 'Prince' could ever show.
R had said that if A did not fight C, then he would 'tear off her head'. She stood there and said, 'Then tear off my head.' C stood his own ground and did not make one move against the Fae. He stood beside her. When A asked R why he wanted this done, he yelled and said, 'DO NOT QUESTION ME.' But note, he never did tear off her head. A continued standing her ground and said, that her and C are a combined force. R did not like that one bit. A and C showed more loyalty to each other than an entire RP sim has to R, which shows that love does prevail over evil. The Light can overpower the Darkness. And it does not matter if you are a Prince, a very evil Prince, at that, but there are things in RP life that you have no control over.
And this was all a result of making unwanted advances to my OOC and brining it into the RP. Which I knew would happen, but as normal, I gave the benefit of the doubt and after this incident, I am truly further sadden by the state of humanity. In this case, he blurred the lines and could not handle the result of it. R's RP did not develop, did not create a overall progression in a proactive manner that contributed to the RP, for he allowed my rejection of him OOC blur the lines in a very ill manner.
But in the case of C and A and the others who did not follow his orders, the lines that were blurred, held true and helped to maintain them. C and A's characters developed, it strengthen their RP and this was clearly seen by the others. And what makes good loyal standing RP relationships? True OOC friendships. So, I say, blur the lines, just blur the lines, because that is what makes serious and True RP.
As we have seen here, there is always a 'battle' for good and evil, light and dark in RP and IRL...and when the lines are blurred and run together, then the battlefield because a lot more difficult, but with Pure Light and True Friends... that battlefield will never be fought alone.
No matter what role you have or what role you want to act, there will always be that irl emotion, those irl feelings that are creating that role. A monitor is not a true 'difuser', for it actually acts as an 'enhancer'.
I dedicate this post to the VOSAC.
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Saturday, July 01, 2006
Dwellings: Do I Just Forget You?
Shivering tingles slide down a straight spine
Trembling with rigid flesh bumps, forming a line;
Aching inches from you, watching your chest heave;
Fantasising how you could entangle me into your weave.
Horizontal, vertical, diagonal, from left to right;
Yank me, pull me, bind me up tight!
Captured my innocence by seducing my wit;
Charmed my body with your flattering smit;
Listened and understood my relentless banter;
Held me close when things really mattered.
Too much too soon, no do not say it yet;
You’ll ruin everything, it’s not a good bet;
Too late. You’ve gambled everything we have had so far;
You’ve said it now. You are as distant as a star.
What happened? Why the barriers? Why now?
Did I upset you? Not please you… somehow?
I do not understand all this conflicted confusion;
All that talk in the past, the dreams inspired…
… looking back, it all seems like an illusion.
I am unsure as to what to do;
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I do not get you.
This is really upsetting. You just wanted to be able to lay in someone's 'lap', so that is why you have chosen to be a mistress' pet? That was your solution to 'not being alone'?
Hello? Do you realise how big Second Life is? Do you know how many people are on there in which to meet? Do you understand that you have just halfed that number down to like almost nil?
Like during our conversation... you proved my whole point by saying:
"I don't know, but I should go, in case they come looking for me."
Do you see!??? Do you realise how selfish you are? I was pouring my heart out to you and you just come back with that shit.
I have spent many a time, listening to you, advising you, helping you, welcoming you...
And you 'contract' yourself to one person, all because 'they spent time with you?'
What tops this off to be the most tradgic thing to have happened this week in SL, is that you are now owned by someone who wasn't even sure themselves, wtf they wanted to be a few weeks ago.
So, no more random popovers, no lengthy face to face chats or daily IMs - no, no more of that and why is that?:
"I don't know, but I should go, in case they come looking for me."
ffs.
This may be a 'game' to you, but it still contains emotional attachment.. in both 'realities'.
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Saturday, June 24, 2006
Your Role
One can understandably spend a large amount of time creating the ultimate virtual pizza, but then pass out over their keyboard due to starvation.
The utter complexitiy and lack of a clear 'point', but so very fascinating while being endlessly frustrating before that 'point' arrives.
Your role.
My role.
Starving frustrations.
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Friday, June 23, 2006
Twisted Youth.
You have made things very difficult and awkward. You are an emotional junkheap that everyone just trips over.
I was going to say that I was sorry; however, you have made that impossible now.
Have you broke his heart yet?
Do you even care?
Prolly not.
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Saturday, June 17, 2006
You are over there
Your emotions are my vexation.
Your energy is what I am craving.
Yet, you are over there... not here.
You are over there..
Not here.
You and I were first.
We shared. We laughed. We talked.
Now.
You are over there...
Not here.
Now you have become foolish.
Deeply engaged in your mortal fixation.
Blind to the trap that is deception.
But, yet, here I stand, looking in your direction.
Trying to feel you from afar.
I only feel sick to my stomach with disgust.
You disapoint me.
You left me.
You are over there...
Not here.
--Asa.
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Wednesday, June 14, 2006
Boo! Ack! No, wait, hey, I need that rug!
Geeze.
So, I'm trying to decorate our house; looking for the excat items that I want to use. I'm standing in the living room, lost in though and I zoom out, turn round and zoom back in again and I actually jumped in my irl seat, because I thought I saw someone else (another avatar) standing there.
After I almost shat myself and wondering, 'Who is in here?', I realised it was acutally me.
That is pretty bad when you are scared of your own avatar.
Or even yet, when your avatar scares the real you.
I am still trying to shop for things and I keep getting distracted by clothes.
I don't need clothes, I can barely find the ones in my invent that I have already!
I need a rug. Yes, that is all I have figured out so far is that I need a rug.
At least I know how many prims I can use.
I never realised how difficult it would be to have 'free reign' and decorate how I want too. I have to get the items that mix well with our personalites; that enable that flow that we have to continue and prosper.
He's a fallen angel.
I'm half mortal/half fae.
Someone pass me a piece of Willow Bark please?
Asa.
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Friday, June 09, 2006
Why do I bother?
Ok. That's it.
No more nice Faerie. No more Faerie at all.
'Do you hate me?'
'Are you mad at me?'
'No, be gentle with me, I need more time.'
'The next time you fly off, I won't care enough to come after you.'
'You ruined my evening last night.'
I FEEL SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
WONDERFUL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Things that piss a fae off.
Beings trying to be divine when they are nothing but pety mortals.
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Thursday, June 08, 2006
I WANT TO BE YOU: empty empathy
My faerie has such a hard life:
I'm in the castle, trying to sort my AO out. This person comes inside. I had to stop what I was doing and give them a tour. Now, as the utterly and most sweet charming faerie that I am, I do not mind giving tours, so I recollected myself and showed them the tavern behind the castle.
I tell them that there is an upstairs. They go up. I stay down on the dancefloor and wait. 1.4 minutes later:
'That is soooo not my thing! lol'
'What isn't your thing?'
'I am not a slave! Are you a slave?'
'I am Faerie, I am not a slave. Faeries has wings and are meant to be free! Things with wings should never be captured; it is unnatural!'
'I like fariys. I like you. I want to be you. I don't do much roleplay and I don't know how I would be in it but you are my thing!!!!!!!.'
'Oh my, I have to go now, but it was nice to meet you and I hope you enjoy exploring *your* second life'
Then I get this popup asking me to accept her offer of friendship.
I logged.
Scared Faerie.
Even though this is a trival encounter, it would seem to me that this person, even though they prolly and actually don't want to 'be me', finds pleasure in causing others concerning grief.
It is 'the point', that they would say something so bold to cause reaction or to force a reaction. And by 'force', I mean, that they would suddenly thrust the other person into showing that they are flattered, but at the same time, hiding their emotion of awkwardness and shock.
I think it's sick for someone to feed their empty empathy in this manner.
Sad Faerie.
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Wednesday, June 07, 2006
What fun it is to have a box to play with!
An utterly enjoyable SLinging chat:
We were all gathered at Paca's house and Niha was playing with her object, which is in the shape of a box.
There are two different meanings of the word 'box'. One is used in slang form. That is all I will say.
[19:53] You: Paca's ears are longer than mine - no fair
[19:53] Paca Hannibal: TROLL POWER
[19:53] Paca Hannibal: OOOOEEE OOOOEEEE
[19:53] Paca Hannibal: TROLL POWER
[19:53] Paca Hannibal: YEAH
[19:53] Niha Nihilist: Sexiest troll I've ever seen.
[19:53] Niha Nihilist: I mean..
[19:53] Niha Nihilist: Skull nose..
[19:53] Albert Wake: hahaha
[19:53] Niha Nihilist: My box!
[19:53] Asadora Summers has wings though and could flutter you back to your bridge
[19:53] Niha Nihilist: Box! Get Albert! (she was ordering her obeject to go and attack Albert, because he wasn't so keen on the box, as he was scared of it, thought it was being abusive.)
[19:53] You: oh that is an idea, an attack box
[19:54] Albert Wake: ffs (at this point Niha placed the object on Albert's head, which covered his head).
[19:54] Albert Wake: I can't breath (the box was still covering his face).
[19:54] Niha Nihilist: Haha oh god
[19:54] You: haha
[19:54] Niha Nihilist: Good box.
[19:54] Albert Wake: although I do like it when things sit on my face
[19:54] You: ...
[19:54] Niha Nihilist holds her sides, weeping through the tears.
[19:54] Niha Nihilist: er.
[19:54] Niha Nihilist weeps through the laughter*
[19:54] Albert Wake: mmmmmmmm
[19:54] Asadora Summers has no words (that's me)
[19:54] Niha Nihilist: see how hard I'm laughing?
[19:54] Niha Nihilist: I can't talk
[19:55] You: but you can still type
[19:55] Niha Nihilist: It's hard!
[19:55] You: that is what is important
[19:55] You: I can't believe he said that
[19:55] Niha Nihilist: Who said what?
[19:55] Niha Nihilist: In my box?
[19:55] Asadora Summers isn't repeaing it
[19:55] Niha Nihilist: Hey! I was saving that!
[19:55] You: no, what Albert said
[19:55] You: that is blogable
[19:55] Asadora Summers shall do it
[19:55] Niha Nihilist: It's okay Miss Asa. I like things on my face too.
[19:55] You: .
[19:55] Paca Hannibal: ;O
[19:56] Paca Hannibal: I don't know if I should be confused or turned on
[19:56] You: be both, makes it more exciting
[19:56] Paca Hannibal: ok
[19:56] Clifton Antonelli: asa! (that was Clifton exclaiming in surprise at my suggestion of being confused and turned on).
[19:56] Paca Hannibal: I'm confused and turned on
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Monday, March 06, 2006
Missing Roommate:/
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Sunday, March 05, 2006
My ass is *not* that big!
I get approached by two guys and one of them says, 'How much for the back of that ass?'
I say, 'Are you for real?'
1st guy says, 'Yeah.'
2nd guy says, 'We are going to rape you.'
I say, 'You are? '
1st guy says, 'Bend over!'
2nd says, 'We are still going to rape you. You know you want this 10 inch member'
I say, 'I'm a Faerie and I don't want anything that you could possibly have to offer.'
2nd guy says, 'Yeah you do, now bend over!'
Meanwhile this third guy, who was an utterly rude said, 'Well, I don't like big butts, so I'm outta here.'
So, there I was backed into a corner with these two ghetto guys and they start feeling me up. Now, while I found the very poor attempt at rape humourous, what I found most displeasing was the comment that the third guy who walked in on things, had said. Needless to say, I got the hell out of there and sought refuge elsewhere.
While it was funny, it was still like, 'W.T.F?'
I like my ass. I don't think it's big. It's only 64!
I think I'll adjust my AV later.
:/
No matter what form, people will always be cretins.
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Monday, February 27, 2006
SLinging Rant: Roommate Behaviour!
You won't utterly believe this. I could barely believe it myself. The cheek of her! I mean really! Here we are being roommates and living the SLinging way and she comes out with a right story to tell.
Well, the other day she comes home pretty as punch, smiling and bouncing and just supremely pleased with herself and says:
"I got a indecentcy report filed on me."
"Are you for real?"
"Yes. I am a certified slut now."
While she was happy as a horny Yorkshire terrier, I on the other hand; was just utterly disgusted! How in the utter fuck can anyone think that being a 'certified slut' is an accomplishment!?
"So, Sis, erm... how did you get reported?"
"Flying around naked I guess."
"Where?"
"That club we went to last night, the one with the overweight guy wearing an extended penis with a parrot on top."
"Oh! The place that would be good to drop off one's hormonal raging teeny-boppers and watch them drown themselves in stolen Jack Daniels whilst calling everyone 'mane'?"
"Yes."
"But, you were wearing clothes? If I were you, I would report them, because they filled out a false report. You need to sort that out."
"Nah, I like being a certified slut."
So, there I was; Sitting there, listening to her go on and go, bearing her chest proudly, exclaiming throughout the house how much of a hot and now certified slut of SL she is. I was just shocked beyond repair at her obscene behaviour! All she ever blooming does is run around naked.
Whenever we have company, she is always pushing me out of the way, trying to gain the attention of our visitors by outright pixelated flaunting! Her favourite pick up line is: 'Hey, nice shoes... wanna fuck?'
When we go out clubbing, she is utterly embarrassing. Words can not describe how dirty I feel when I hear some of the things she says to guys! And what makes the situation even worse is how said guys automatically assume I'm the same way! Esp when she introduces me as 'Asadora is my sister... we live together and I run around naked all the time. You should see the kind of 'toys' we have.'
Yes, that certainly does grab the guys attention, but it's not the kind of attention that a sweet innocent Faerie like me, wants to have! *blush*
She is the almighty creator of the template slut.
And whilst I'm at it, I'll tell you of something else which utterly miffed me off.
I come home the other day, to find a man, whom I had just met recently and started becoming friends with, showing off my house to his 'lady friend'. I walked in on the following conversation:
"This is my friends house. Look at all the neat stuff they have. Wanna have some fun? No one will bother us here."
"Wow, I really like this place."
Here I walk in and I'm like:
"Get out."
He's like:
"Oh, hey here is my friend, Asadora now."
"What in the blue baboon ass monkey balled fuck are you doing? This isn't 'Rent-a-Room'. Get. Out. Now."
"I was just showing my friend here what a nice place you have."
"No, what you were doing was trying to get your groove on for free in a house that I bloody well pay for!!! What you need to be doing is teaching that 'lady friend' of yours how to earn that money, so you can spend it on having your own whore house. There is already one insatiable slut living here and trust me, I have a hard enough time trying to tame her greedy hole, let alone having some 'utter man' come up in here without paying for shit and using my humble abode as a free 'parking' space. I mean, it's a good thing that I got here just in time, before you two used the bed and I was welcomed home to sticky satin sheets! I like my bed clean and fresh, not encrusted with hour old cum and strays of pubic hair decorating my pillowcases! And what about the poseballs? You had better hoped to lag free broadband that you had not used the poseballs yet, because if you have, I will personally ram each and everyone of them poseballs up your ass and staple your ass cheeks shut. Now, get out the *hell* out!!!!!!!!!"
Oh my. I think I just shared some pent up bitterness.
*blush*
It's so utterly hard living in a mortally sex craved world and being such a wonderfully innocent Faerie! *blushes more*
Oh dear me!
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Awww, what a perfect Faerie
Sis, snapped this shot. It's very frame-worthy isn't it?
I love having a roommate, esp one so ready with the snapping action!;)
Thank you. I adore it!
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Tuesday, February 21, 2006
How will your Avatar fair?
I was uploading some SL snaps to my Flickr account, when it was suggested by Yahoo that I go to the following site: Sexysprite.com.
So you can go here and rate my Avatar character:)
Think I'll shoo off to bed now.
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Splish, splash Asa's taking a bath!
I thought this was a good snapshot, as she looks like she's contemplating something. I had to sit for about 10 mins and chose the right second to catch her with her arms down. No pixel nudeness... you'll have to pay upfront for that;)
My SLing sister and I were having a conversation the other day. It included the following:
We were talking about RL VS SL.
Sister: This RL thing is shit. I mean, as long as it is fun, who cares where it comes from?
Asadora: Well yes, this is true.
Sister: If RL was more fun; I'd be offline.
Someone should make a T-shirt of that.
I'd buy it.
If I had enough Lindens, that is;)
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