tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91409162155058912122024-03-05T13:51:57.792-08:00Wonderland AslyumAkemo Eternal http://www.blogger.com/profile/04528055757076529416noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9140916215505891212.post-20537345074404792642013-04-09T20:22:00.003-07:002013-04-09T20:23:37.461-07:00Been feeling a bit... down lately.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span itemscope="" itemtype="http://schema.org/Lyric"><span class="line line-s" id="line_1">I wanna be still</span>
<span class="line line-s" id="line_2"> </span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span itemscope="" itemtype="http://schema.org/Lyric"><span class="line line-s" id="line_2">I wanna walk into your grave</span>
<span class="line line-s" id="line_3"> </span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span itemscope="" itemtype="http://schema.org/Lyric"><span class="line line-s" id="line_3">Where I can shelter in peace</span>
<span class="line line-s" id="line_4"> </span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span itemscope="" itemtype="http://schema.org/Lyric"><span class="line line-s" id="line_4">Until all our cares have blown away, yeah</span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span itemscope="" itemtype="http://schema.org/Lyric"><span class="line line-s" id="line_4"> </span>
<br /><span class="line line-s" id="line_5">Let the whole world fall away</span>
<span class="line line-s" id="line_6"> </span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span itemscope="" itemtype="http://schema.org/Lyric"><span class="line line-s" id="line_6">And fall into my arms</span>
<span class="line line-s" id="line_7"> </span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span itemscope="" itemtype="http://schema.org/Lyric"><span class="line line-s" id="line_7">Stay with me, </span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span itemscope="" itemtype="http://schema.org/Lyric"><span class="line line-s" id="line_7">I don't know how long we've got left</span> </span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span itemscope="" itemtype="http://schema.org/Lyric"><span class="line line-s" id="line_8">And so I'm asking you to forgive me</span>
</span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span itemscope="" itemtype="http://schema.org/Lyric"><br /><span class="line line-s" id="line_9">I learn as I go</span>
<span class="line line-s" id="line_10"> </span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span itemscope="" itemtype="http://schema.org/Lyric"><span class="line line-s" id="line_10">To float far away into silence and just watch your face</span>
<span class="line line-s" id="line_11"> </span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span itemscope="" itemtype="http://schema.org/Lyric"><span class="line line-s" id="line_11">And find some kind of grace</span>
<span class="line line-s" id="line_12">In that quiet bliss</span>
<span class="line line-s" id="line_13"></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_13"> </span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span itemscope="" itemtype="http://schema.org/Lyric"><span class="line line-s" id="line_13">Can I stay</span>
<span class="line line-s" id="line_14"> </span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span itemscope="" itemtype="http://schema.org/Lyric"><span class="line line-s" id="line_14">And say nothing at all, at all?</span>
<br /><span class="line line-s" id="line_15"> </span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span itemscope="" itemtype="http://schema.org/Lyric"><span class="line line-s" id="line_15">Where will we go when we get old?</span>
<span class="line line-s" id="line_16"> </span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span itemscope="" itemtype="http://schema.org/Lyric"><span class="line line-s" id="line_16">When the bustle and the noise get too frightening</span>
<span class="line line-s" id="line_17"> </span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span itemscope="" itemtype="http://schema.org/Lyric"><span class="line line-s" id="line_17">When each and every angry word</span>
<span class="line line-s" id="line_18">Is banished to the past</span>
<br /><span class="line line-s" id="line_19"> </span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span itemscope="" itemtype="http://schema.org/Lyric"><span class="line line-s" id="line_19">That's when I think we'll learn as we go</span>
<span class="line line-s" id="line_20"> </span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span itemscope="" itemtype="http://schema.org/Lyric"><span class="line line-s" id="line_20">To float far away into silence and </span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span itemscope="" itemtype="http://schema.org/Lyric"><span class="line line-s" id="line_20">I'll watch your face</span>
<span class="line line-s" id="line_21"> </span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span itemscope="" itemtype="http://schema.org/Lyric"><span class="line line-s" id="line_21">And find patience and grace</span>
<span class="line line-s" id="line_22">In each line there</span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span itemscope="" itemtype="http://schema.org/Lyric"><span class="line line-s" id="line_22"> </span>
<br /><span class="line line-s" id="line_23">Work each day</span> </span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span itemscope="" itemtype="http://schema.org/Lyric"><span class="line line-s" id="line_24"> </span><span class="line line-s" id="line_24">All for nothing at all, at all</span>
<span class="line line-s" id="line_25">A</span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span itemscope="" itemtype="http://schema.org/Lyric"><span class="line line-s" id="line_25">nd the few words I say</span> </span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span itemscope="" itemtype="http://schema.org/Lyric"><span class="line line-s" id="line_26">They mean nothing at all, at all</span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span itemscope="" itemtype="http://schema.org/Lyric"><span class="line line-s" id="line_26"> </span>
<br /><span class="line line-s" id="line_27">Will you walk into the grave with me?</span>
<span class="line line-s" id="line_28"> </span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span itemscope="" itemtype="http://schema.org/Lyric"><span class="line line-s" id="line_28">Will you leave this empty world soft and wistful?</span>
<span class="line line-s" id="line_29"> </span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span itemscope="" itemtype="http://schema.org/Lyric"><span class="line line-s" id="line_29">To sink into the dark, dark earth</span>
<span class="line line-s" id="line_30"> </span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span itemscope="" itemtype="http://schema.org/Lyric"><span class="line line-s" id="line_30">And never reappear would be blissful</span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span itemscope="" itemtype="http://schema.org/Lyric"><span class="line line-s" id="line_30"> </span>
<br /><span class="line line-s" id="line_31">To float far away into eternal space</span> </span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span itemscope="" itemtype="http://schema.org/Lyric"><span class="line line-s" id="line_32">And God's silence where I'll watch your face</span>
<span class="line line-s" id="line_33"> </span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span itemscope="" itemtype="http://schema.org/Lyric"><span class="line line-s" id="line_33">And find patience and grace</span>
<span class="line line-s" id="line_34">In each line there</span>
<span class="line line-s hover" id="line_35"></span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span itemscope="" itemtype="http://schema.org/Lyric"><span class="line line-s hover" id="line_35"></span><span class="line line-s hover" id="line_35"><span style="font-size: x-small;"> </span>Drift away</span>
<span class="line line-s hover" id="line_36">Into nothing at all, at all</span>
<span class="line line-s hover" id="line_37"> </span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span itemscope="" itemtype="http://schema.org/Lyric"><span class="line line-s hover" id="line_37">Find the grace</span>
<span class="line line-s hover" id="line_38">To be nothing at all, at all</span>
<span class="line line-s" id="line_39"> </span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span itemscope="" itemtype="http://schema.org/Lyric"><span class="line line-s" id="line_39">Fade away</span>
<span class="line line-s" id="line_40"> </span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span itemscope="" itemtype="http://schema.org/Lyric"><span class="line line-s" id="line_40">And end up nothing at all, at all, at all, at all</span></span></span></span><br />
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<a href="http://youtu.be/q02vovRNwFQ" target="_blank">Rob Dougan - Nothing At All</a></div>
Akemo Eternal http://www.blogger.com/profile/04528055757076529416noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9140916215505891212.post-55301479969129637272013-03-21T20:44:00.001-07:002013-03-21T20:44:29.723-07:00Apologies.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvoIah2LYsAZV8_NDYTlGMUgi8YDzq2NDaDyx37ySOnOGRRM9oQguW3UswuamfZbkVDQZmHoQGZdMQRSJ4WulXjlI7tCZZAP0exW1VicLAQS660T0l3lj3reyMygsSVKGr9VMoFfmmQAA/s1600/Loves2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvoIah2LYsAZV8_NDYTlGMUgi8YDzq2NDaDyx37ySOnOGRRM9oQguW3UswuamfZbkVDQZmHoQGZdMQRSJ4WulXjlI7tCZZAP0exW1VicLAQS660T0l3lj3reyMygsSVKGr9VMoFfmmQAA/s320/Loves2.jpg" width="320" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipnRhiyg6F0HMoO0uk_FsUrrBPy2e9tcrH0Ua-0jJpArPO7a-PlAtCT7JSL2em0abqflT-rnGLZ8TsWkqYNw7lehu5b1s5DyiXLbPk-KqHt-64EA3mL4seRPHwd3ReJHip0pM4wezNowo/s1600/into+forever_002.png" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXQUGWeT6oWWP_00klp-_JvTubGVnaAZ8Tus2vWMH0k6FzvYEAfbKwUEREpDaxH7qxqYDpcxP7oCC1h3m_h1HEquunCvqjP6Ax9V4vpGh2qG3oKY1AnPiQlaNAm7F2RvcxWMKb3LAtOss/s1600/camp+out_002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"></a><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}"><span class="userContent">I'm sorry.<br /> <br /> I'm sorry that sometimes I forget important things, like dates, and that it's not always about me.<br /> <br />
I'm sorry that I'm not always the person that's there when you need me
to be, that I'm not the most attentive, that sometimes I'm so tired I
forget that it's my duty to be that person.<br /><span class="text_exposed_show"> <br /> I'm sorry that I'm so needy, and that sometimes even a little never seems like enough.<br /> <br />
I'm sorry for being flawed, and scared all the time that I'm going to
hurt someone inadvertently, or that I'm just not good enough for how
amazing most of you are.<br /> <br /> I'm sorry that sometimes I'm insecure, and I feel the need to apologize and it might get irritating.</span></span></span></span></span></span></h5>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}"><span class="userContent"><span class="text_exposed_show"> <br />
I'm not sure if I've ever said it, but I was told for so long of my
life by others that I was worthless, that I was ugly, that I was fat,
that I wasn't good enough. Stupid me listened to them, and not the
others that told me I was pretty, and beautiful, and worth it, and that
in the back of my mind always whispers that I'm only setting myself up
to get hurt, that people are really laughing at me, and that I'm not
worth it.<br /> <br /> Everyday I get up, and I take a deep breath, and I
work on shutting that voice up, and not letting it have any power over
me. Sometimes I win, some days It gets so bad I feel like the girl in
hyperbowl curling up in a small ball and not moving. (ref: <a href="http://www.facebook.com/l.php?u=http%3A%2F%2Fhyperboleandahalf.blogspot.com%2F2011%2F10%2Fadventures-in-depression.html&h=mAQF8MQg6AQHP_ijfL7g0wjqY5XJ4oJZYhw0-ZIEwoyI_VQ&s=1" rel="nofollow nofollow" target="_blank"><span>http://</span><wbr></wbr><span class="word_break"></span><span>hyperboleandahalf.blogspot.com/</span><wbr></wbr><span class="word_break"></span><span>2011/10/</span><wbr></wbr><span class="word_break"></span>adventures-in-depression.html</a> )<br /> <br /> Somedays I have a GREAT day, then at the end of the night, It's like someone flicked a lightswitch.</span></span></span></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}"><span class="userContent"><span class="text_exposed_show"> <br /> I'm sorry. If this seems like an excuse, but it's never that.</span></span></span></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}"><span class="userContent"><span class="text_exposed_show"> <br />
I can't tell you, how many of you have impacted me, my life, and my
heart. I know we all struggle, we're on SL for a reason, and we're here
for each other. Community both ugly and beautiful. Family, or friends,
or loved ones, we're all seeking something that we've missed, that we're
missing, that hole we are trying to fill.</span></span></span></span></span></span></h5>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXQUGWeT6oWWP_00klp-_JvTubGVnaAZ8Tus2vWMH0k6FzvYEAfbKwUEREpDaxH7qxqYDpcxP7oCC1h3m_h1HEquunCvqjP6Ax9V4vpGh2qG3oKY1AnPiQlaNAm7F2RvcxWMKb3LAtOss/s1600/camp+out_002.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXQUGWeT6oWWP_00klp-_JvTubGVnaAZ8Tus2vWMH0k6FzvYEAfbKwUEREpDaxH7qxqYDpcxP7oCC1h3m_h1HEquunCvqjP6Ax9V4vpGh2qG3oKY1AnPiQlaNAm7F2RvcxWMKb3LAtOss/s200/camp+out_002.jpg" width="200" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW96HPUx4ek6kF_LMCSg9sZuqH8PL8dr4ewMA1t3W75oPSUQ9nhOyTUrO9uRUENIQr8PjATgUt1HbosIY_LwR8xg5OL85rJbnqFu2pka6Al1sInQLZ02-Knrck3Ci-uQzLRDNOcJgY2EA/s1600/arts.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW96HPUx4ek6kF_LMCSg9sZuqH8PL8dr4ewMA1t3W75oPSUQ9nhOyTUrO9uRUENIQr8PjATgUt1HbosIY_LwR8xg5OL85rJbnqFu2pka6Al1sInQLZ02-Knrck3Ci-uQzLRDNOcJgY2EA/s320/arts.jpg" width="320" /></a><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}"><span class="userContent"><span class="text_exposed_show"> <br /> and I feel like,
sometimes, I'm sorry for not being thankful enough. For all of you. My
family, my friends, my loved ones. I am so very very thankful for you.
Even if we only talk once a month, or two, or even more, just those
touch ins, I am grateful for it. For the missed messages just saying "I
love you", because it reminds me, that somedays, even when I feel like
an overwhelmed turtle, there's someone thinking about me too. And
everyday, at least twice a day, most of you cross my mind, and I wonder
how you are, and if life is treating you well that day, and I hope, that
even if it isn't, somehow, you can feel that love there and know that
in thought that strength is there for you.</span></span></span></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}"><span class="userContent"><span class="text_exposed_show"> <br /> The past is gone,
tomorrow isn't here, and there's a reason they call it the present.
Everyday is a blessing, even the hard ones. It's okay. Just remember to
breathe.</span></span></span></span></span></span></h5>
Akemo Eternal http://www.blogger.com/profile/04528055757076529416noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9140916215505891212.post-29026165204648080002013-03-10T22:47:00.001-07:002013-03-10T22:47:15.052-07:00Life and it's trivials<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinPcrEQT_L7RvcaTWHgAApUCpxDR9L9MfoBZCBpjce2j9OBIVFzZvRQPfjUDajb0pQZVJc5Wo105XOhSdSNbkkddEqBKz6H0FrIxkZYsrt13-ztE6vM3FdSus2wwZp9sZo2vd0qzbqrIg/s1600/Big+and+Little.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinPcrEQT_L7RvcaTWHgAApUCpxDR9L9MfoBZCBpjce2j9OBIVFzZvRQPfjUDajb0pQZVJc5Wo105XOhSdSNbkkddEqBKz6H0FrIxkZYsrt13-ztE6vM3FdSus2wwZp9sZo2vd0qzbqrIg/s200/Big+and+Little.png" width="200" /></a>Where is life, where has it gone, and can we ever get it back? It's been so long since I've updated this, I know, this seems to be a reoccurring theme amongst the blogging world when it comes to me. I get spurts that I must share all of the things, and then times I just don't feel the need. I don't have a particularly large following, and those that do follow tend to know me and get the news through that. My real life has gone from slow to insane to slow to insane, I've gone through a real relationship or two, and think that it's just time to let that path go. Ironically enough, the same with secondlife. How funny sometimes the things mirror themselves, and other times the tool that gives us the most relief of stress somehow turns around to be the greatest cause of it. Othertimes, the opposite rings true. How aptly named "Second - Life" because like Life it's got it's ups and downs, and it's literally like living a secondary life sometimes. As large and as massive as the world of SL can go sometimes it's easy to forget how very very small it can be too.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuhOgXdJ7niOWMhqxI2SF0fdIiIKunsxduLL1ny7QiadEpHr22Ibra6ntc1nbMIrPSZgfM_vrPPnwOGMCF4hUr3u80Koq03bBUCcgDba3_IXpvy_IiDabF9ap_yjEfXGHnOkwCpvC_pp0/s1600/breakfast+coffee.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="222" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuhOgXdJ7niOWMhqxI2SF0fdIiIKunsxduLL1ny7QiadEpHr22Ibra6ntc1nbMIrPSZgfM_vrPPnwOGMCF4hUr3u80Koq03bBUCcgDba3_IXpvy_IiDabF9ap_yjEfXGHnOkwCpvC_pp0/s320/breakfast+coffee.jpg" width="320" /></a>So in Akemo's world.. moved into Somersley, moved out of Somersley, watched my children get married, divorced, find love again.. or find their complimenting love. Adopted... Adopted Toby, amazing wonderful Toby who's real life has stolen him away, who's secretly in the closet, just don't tell all the cute boys that. He's fabulous, fierce, and will make you want to throttle him until he's not able to use that sly tongue of his one second and have you in stitches laughing so hard you couldn't imagine not talking to him every day. Someday my son will come back to me, troublemaker that he is. Then there is Valley and Jake and through them the most amazing grandbabies that come along with it. They have been amazing to join in this little slice of life... and with them it was the near perfect completion of my family. All these grown babies, Heather, sweet Heather, the one who's too much like her mother's hidden wild side she can't help but always worry but knows in her heart of hearts that beneath all that vinegar and fire and a dash (or healthy dose) of crazy is the worlds biggest heart trying to make it through all those bruises. Jake and Valley who make lovestories that young teenagers want to swoon over look like trashy romance novels with a kindness and beauty to them that makes you drawn to them as much as a dragon to its hoard.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLsiLoV34GhpfMfxB7kv3bLZP5qL_H1kN534vFkxpQLZ5do5_IfKe6qMmbW7cmgCULRw2cFjyd_s9P1zRquh0DGGDDjyKnt5qif5yERHxrPwOuzOwSB0BpDkTMtQ_2_opy7BEBu0VtP3A/s1600/Mom+and+Eden.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLsiLoV34GhpfMfxB7kv3bLZP5qL_H1kN534vFkxpQLZ5do5_IfKe6qMmbW7cmgCULRw2cFjyd_s9P1zRquh0DGGDDjyKnt5qif5yERHxrPwOuzOwSB0BpDkTMtQ_2_opy7BEBu0VtP3A/s200/Mom+and+Eden.jpg" width="200" /></a>Then there's Lilac.. my little Lilac, who came into our lives amongst the rockiest craziest landslide time, and throughout that, through it all she's stuck by. We've found our own gnarled roots to trip along our little path, but as long as we hold our hands really tight we'll never really loose each other. She was, what we thought, what I thought, was the missing and final piece to my family. Little Ava snuck in, though she's got no player beyond what some call Pixel's on a screen she's no less real in our hearts. My darling that grows bigger every day, somehow even added MORE onto that completion.<br />
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"NO MORE" we said, with a resounding roar to the sky, cereal spoon held high (hyperbowl reference here, shamlessly), our feet's planted in an unbreakable stance in defiance of all the things both good bad and mixed with a few nuts between. Then of course, Fate laughed her fickle laugh, and with the twisted claw that is her hand, gave us another set of blessings wrapped in a cloth. Maybe it was the cheesecloth off the eyes finally and suddenly someone who'd been a friend for so long became more. A broken lonely heart suddenly found it's match in a best friend, and found with that friendship it had so much more wings to fly with once it learned to stop nursing the bruises like they were broken limbs. Marrok Badru came into our lives, though he'd been there all along with a few other familiar faces. One of my best friends, and with the less than graceful shove of two tiny chubby little hands found out what had been missing but really there all along.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVRb6RbuD3IFz71H6NcMqfuPEoS_4-IynKEHOrCQgUpOK5_p65kyFpC55cfMWfLE8oTs1H3Blwfy4gwMYexixSkPKNb0tjX18N-zikPzcAh5jvktGnuqmfjWlmWLslPBQcym9RE8JUvnA/s1600/Heather+and+Mom.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVRb6RbuD3IFz71H6NcMqfuPEoS_4-IynKEHOrCQgUpOK5_p65kyFpC55cfMWfLE8oTs1H3Blwfy4gwMYexixSkPKNb0tjX18N-zikPzcAh5jvktGnuqmfjWlmWLslPBQcym9RE8JUvnA/s200/Heather+and+Mom.jpg" width="200" /></a>Akemo who had been born into the world of Secondlife dubbed "Akemo Draegonne" by the great Lindin Lab gods, became Akemo Eberhart when she found the family of her heart, starting with her daughter Eden, who in turn would someday grow (in a fashion) to be Charbie Eberhart, and who helped an "old woman" begin to see what she wanted the most. Now she's changed again, but she'll never forget the roots that started the beautiful tree that blossoms now. She became Akemo Eberhart-Badru, because it's important not only to remember where you came from, but the possibilities of new beginnings. Things will come along, they'll give you scrapes and bruises, but it's important to remember that everything heals, unless you keep picking at it (indeed, remember what mother said.). This new leaf, this new chapter, finally complete... is not perfect. It's got a few cracks, and without the occasional aid of a few dozen wine bottles spread out amongst the hearts and minds behind the dancing pixels it might have crumbled into the sea a few times. Though as always, there's the same impossibly unbreakable glue to those who know sometimes its boogers and faith that scrapes you by, but love, real love, lives through the tough times too.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglcq8CufyQwvKDuAWi6WkfMGUVGMm9gd2X_X8DcRHLrUzQ4o2zgEff_Rc_9mR1m2x_nnQ1bj4MaIfs7BHYh9iXmj4LYGwWfcKPZaYy5ZskeNY4V-j4fy2VOOPnUMPypBVPq16jPqoVqzw/s1600/Ava_001.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglcq8CufyQwvKDuAWi6WkfMGUVGMm9gd2X_X8DcRHLrUzQ4o2zgEff_Rc_9mR1m2x_nnQ1bj4MaIfs7BHYh9iXmj4LYGwWfcKPZaYy5ZskeNY4V-j4fy2VOOPnUMPypBVPq16jPqoVqzw/s200/Ava_001.png" width="200" /></a>Artemus was a lone little girl, who tried to find a good fit into home. She found a few hopefuls, fell into darkness, and found the greatest Prince of ever. Her mother, sitting upon a big white stead in dented tinfoil hat with a duct tape roll of paper towel rolls (and her glorious, amazing steed the family who may have shaved a few dogs to make the worlds creepiest horse-costume) had found home. The face may have changed slightly, heck, even the great Lindin gods might have tried to reincarnate because her mother's name switched but it was always the Mother of her heart. Behind it all was the one who kissed her goodnight, flew to the moon for the worlds best cheese, and jumped on the trampoline until they both got so dizzy. From exploring strange places to snuck moments eating pancakes and talking about crazy photography times...<br />
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yeah, sometimes real life gets in the way. Or the Other Secondlife, but there's something important to remember about forever. It's not just tomorrow, or the day after, there's a lot of days in there. When you've found home in a heart, it doesn't go away with a single click of an 'x'. There's healing there, and there's the secret of the universe in that smile that can be shared across miles of wires and crazy particles. There's a big insane family that spans across what has been so lovingly dubbed the Eberheart-Mirabella clans. Secondlife beware, you've got nothing on this family. There's not enough body condoms in the world to protect against the strand of crazy we breed. <br />
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and day in day out when I go back to the grueling real world and work a minimally satisfying job for pay that balances on abysmal amongst my beaten brothers in arms, I look forward to some of the things that some people may say that you shouldn't. Every time I can kiss the sunset goodbye, and my duties to my real life go with it asleep in their beds as their lives are just beginning, I go to the one that can be anything I can dream of.<br />
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I've always been told I had a good imagination.<br />
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My life can be better stalked on facebook: https://www.facebook.com/akemo.draegonne Akemo Eternal http://www.blogger.com/profile/04528055757076529416noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9140916215505891212.post-47815949280488226252012-11-03T13:46:00.001-07:002012-11-03T13:51:03.824-07:00A little bit of a heavier blog than normal..<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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Where do you go when your escape from
reality becomes someplace unsafe and unstable? I usually retreat to
my child avatar because through her I can deny that responsibility
that comes to me as an adult. Because even if she were to flee from
bath time, dump a bunch of bubbles in the sink and then squeal like a
heathen child while her mother and uncle chase her down there will be
that patient, loving, tolerated understanding. Her life, as hard as
it get's sometimes isn't compared to the things I've been through in
my own. I've manged to in a way block out the majority of memories
from my childhood because the few I do have are bittersweet or
painful. I can't go into detail as much as I want because there are
people involved whose stories mingle with my own and it's neither my
place nor my right to share these things.
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However, I can share some details. My
father's side of the family dominated most of our lives, because like
most people in sitcoms, both sides of the family couldn't stand each
other. Not in a amusing sort of chuckle way, but in the way that
ruins lives and causes resentment no matter what you try to work out.
Still, as a child, I would like to say that I'm relatively sure they
did their best to keep us from it. My memories of those young years
are filled with the things that causes a child delight, food,
presents, loads of people around talking, playing chase in a yard
that was a child's jungle, tripping over people who loved you because
you were that innocence. I remember my Papa's ham, his hugs, the way
he slipped money to us after Mom told us not to take it. I remember
my Grandmother's ever patient love and care and that light that
seemed to follow her no matter what. Though these are the only good
things I can particularly place. I remember getting sick, some, but I
remember my parent's arguing. I remember my own mother working a lot,
and I remember a very angry older sister who loved me but didn't like
having a shadow who worshiped the ground she walked on.
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Yeah, we got into a lot of trouble as
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I remember my parent's getting a
divorce because I'd been told in school the things I should look out
for, that weren't right. Those safety talks? It's worth having with
your own kids. As much as you get sick of saying it or think it's
overheard, sometimes it just takes the right voice saying it to make
a difference. I remember the bitter divorce, my father's parents
trying to get me at school which I didn't know at the time and having
police detectives question me after pulling me out of school. I
remember the terror I felt, the guilt, and that sinking feeling that
all I wanted was to go back into that happy bubble where nothing bad
really happened out of the movies. I was six.
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My daughter's seven, and as much as
someday lawdy knows I want to shake the shit out of her, I am also
grateful for as intelligent as she is, and all the stuff we've been
through in our life since her conception I'm almost uniquely
gratified that she's still a child, that I've been able to shield her
from most of it. My life changed that day, and every day after it. I
didn't understand anything, but I knew how I felt. I still do, in
some ways, even after years of therapy and the knowledge that it was
out of my hands and I saved more than one life that day. It's not
this grand parade of being a 'hero', because my actions I think would
have happened regardless, but I wouldn't change it even now. I
remember crying, a lot, with my mother and sister. I remember the
struggle. I remember listening to my mother when she thought I
couldn't hear terrified about not only keeping a roof over our heads
but food in our stomachs. Working late nights at a convenient store
that got robbed frequently because it was one of the few places that
she could pick up another shift. She worked as a police dispatcher
for most of my life but it wasn't always that easy.</div>
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Without the technology we have now babysitters were word of mouth,
and by rule of thumb most of the ones in affordable level standards
weren't great ones. This is not a pity story, because I've learned
some pretty irreplaceable lessons in this lifetime and I'd like to
think a lot of my good qualities that people seemed to enjoy have
come from these really dark places where I was not nearly as
protected as my other family had thought because I just internalized
it. So sometimes, when my life gets a little too much to bear my
therapy is being able to escape into this little blonde hair blue
eyed pixel doll, and for awhile she almost becomes me. No, it's not
regression, it's not twisted. I, the adult, am always there behind
that pixel. The innocent laughter, the sheer simplicity of these
actions begin to knit the wounds that therapy has not. The sweet
nights of tucking in, of feeling that warmth through the action even
in life heals over the injury that is no fault of anyone other than
circumstance.</div>
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Still, there are so many harsh and hard
words for people who play kids out there. There will always be bad
apples amongst the tree, that's true of anything, anywhere you go.
Though beneath there are the late blossoms that bloom bright and
produce the sweetest fruit. Though if they were bashed, knocked to
the ground they would bruise, they'd become malformed, yet no less
sweet, though perhaps a bit more bitter. These are things to remember
sometimes, when your dealing with a child avatar. Even if you don't
understand it, or don't want to, there's a person there. We're all
here for a good reason, we're all looking for something we're
missing. Health reasons we can't socialize, but on second life we can
be popular club owners selling land and running our own staff. Why is
the idea of a family such an oddity then? Of having that ability to
regress into a child (albeit with a few more freedoms) for some time
and enjoy SL without all of the other pressures that generally come
with being an adult and that responsibility. Life is hard enough
sometimes, and it's nice to have that weight removed even in an
artificial world.
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Though I go back into by definition,
what is real? Who's to say on some level that Second-life, who we
become there, is not another manifestation of ourselves, only we've
got the window into touching that other plane and have that ability
to 'play god'. In all of my travels, role play sims, and experiences
in SecondLife the most fulfilling, the most compelling reason to keep
me logging in has been family. It started out small but has built
over the years and in both my adult and my child avi's lives there
have been those who hurt us, who have left, but in some ways, and in
many ways my heart still goes with them too. For all the bitter souls
in pain who feel they've got to hurt others to find that hallow
pleasure because in the end it is only that, will continue to feel
that sting of loneliness that still haunts them.
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Family sometimes has to leave too, but
that's okay, we remember all those who've had to go. Ohana. For such
a silly little line in a Disney movie how many find it true?
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As much as we can argue, fight, makeup,
and for all those who've come and gone, we ARE Family. I wouldn't
trade mine for the world. My Real-Life Family is still there too, and
I wouldn't trade them for it either, but those warm memories of big
family dinners, laughter, and presents still are there. So I consider
my SecondLife family mere extensions of my current one, not
replacements. My hunt is for that, for that happy bubble where
nothing bad existed outside of the movies. You don't have to agree
that I'll ever find it because there's pain and hurt and bad things
out there too, but I'll never stop believing it.</div>
Akemo Eternal http://www.blogger.com/profile/04528055757076529416noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9140916215505891212.post-87035352597830966142012-10-21T16:48:00.001-07:002012-10-22T16:44:47.890-07:00It's been awhile, I'm bad at that.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Well it's been awhile since I've posted, and the majority of my hits came from my MadPea review. They're doing little hunts now to those interested, and I've snuck in to do the Bloody Mary one more recently. Again, the storyline was awesome and the hunt was interesting, you found all the clues using the HUD before you collect all the prizes. BUT! This is not a review blog (this time) this is simply my bit of an update and information writing and image sharing, so on and so forth. Attempting to fall back into those creative outlets. RL stole me away, working on a novel with a friend, RL relationships ending and beginnings and something a bit between and all those crazy kid jazz.<br />
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Haven't done real "photoshoots" in awhile though got inspired the other day and started making new images after doing a kind of Makeover of Akemo. I wonder if people understand or appreciate how much goes into some of the things on SL. I have such respect for Mesh because trying to work with Blender... well let's just say I've had a few more grey hairs that I can't name after my real life children. Though I'm still determined to learn because I really really really want to make beautiful houses for SL, but I keep thinking I should do more research into what's actually available for building mesh in SL for programs. I've got DAZ studios, but that's one of those things you gotta plug a lot of stuff into working on. I don't mind doing it, but I want to make sure I <i>can</i> before spending all that time, energy, and finances on it. <br />
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Let's see, as far as the great life of Akemo goes I've become somewhat re addicted to the Mystara sim where I've got a good balance of three or so characters I rotate between. My Demoness "Naamahazazael" (shortened), who's an Envy demon, one of seven, who's full of rage, piss and vinegar. She's fun to play and usually she's the one I go on when It's time to kick puppies or just start general chaos with her co-conspirators. Then there's the before mentioned Elenai Wulfe who is a werewolf Omega and is Rogue now, she gave birth to her daughter Isami Wulfe though her Mate dissapeared shortly after she found out she was having her pup and she's worried he's gone missing because of other dangerous things. Though lastly, the most consuming of my role play time comes on my alt designed specifically for her, Iaceraith Enonia. She's the Da'ariv (Dragon Queen's) mate.<br />
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Her story is kind of expansive, but it's littered with blood and lots of bodies. Though, like all characters, when she came to Mystara she had a difficult time adjusting. The more she tried to be "nice" to some of her fellow clanmates and racial creatures the more she realized how different her definition of what was accepted varied from hers. Though someone who primarily came from a land where she'd grown up amongst Adamintine dragons vying for power against the other races of Dragonkind, Mystara's rich culture was a shock to her system and self. Her adoration of Vathandriel was odd for the Queen had just returned to the land, to life of many sorts through a complex ritual. Iaceraith was a warrior, devoted to battle, blade and understanding little more pledged herself to be a guardian of the new Queen. <br />
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Well what else has been going on you're asking me? Well, sheesh! Alright let me think. I've moved in with my daughter into the Somersley Sim... for those of you who were like me in "what the noise is that??" It's a "Family" style sim, almost 19 sims wide. It is the "sims" meets SL Family RP, it's.. amazing. I've just done it as in the past couple of days and I'm renting a room through my daughter using mostly birthday money and funding from DJ'ing. Before deciding to move in with Charb I actually applied to the Somersley Hospital as a Doctor, and got the position!<br />
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But other than that Life has just been life.. and RL sometimes steals us away but sometimes circumstances - or persistent, loving family & friends - make you come back kicking and screaming until you sit still long enough to remember why you enjoyed it and fall in love all over again. <br />
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<br />Akemo Eternal http://www.blogger.com/profile/04528055757076529416noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9140916215505891212.post-25014020118257494802012-05-28T09:58:00.000-07:002012-05-28T09:58:28.401-07:00Actual post will come soon, again.Lots has happened in SL, but RL has stolen me this month of May. Four Birthdays, one being my sons 5th and my sisters, and I was the MOH in one of my best friends Weddings. Got the Flu, got a flooded basement, and now we're in a heat warning stretch. So let's just say life is chaotic, but not always in the bad. it's a good motovation. Lost the land in SL we were renting, though 'homeless' I feel oddly okay about it. Until things in RL settle I don't mind 'drifting'. It stinks my family's spread out but it doesn't mean they're not a tp away.<br />
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That being said, I think it was a new look time for Ke. so I found a shape I'm in love with, thanks to Filthy skins (that I am currently addicted to), and a new hair from Exile- add a few extra touches and a "new" "reinveted" Ke cost about $250 for the new hair pack. Wewt.<br />
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No new hunts, unfortunately to review :P no awsome events though I've been debating a single-night return to dj'ing at my friends club. I used to actually get head-hunted when I was dj'ing by other clubs but unfortunately they always seemed to think I was going to bring the clientele with me. I miss it, slightly, but on SL I hate schedules. I have them in Real life, Don't need them in SL as well you know? Alright, more photos coming soon I promise. Maybe I'll do some with friends!Akemo Eternal http://www.blogger.com/profile/04528055757076529416noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9140916215505891212.post-13685554766600343462012-04-16T17:33:00.003-07:002012-04-16T17:33:56.327-07:00Writers Block.<br />
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<br />Akemo Eternal http://www.blogger.com/profile/04528055757076529416noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9140916215505891212.post-2173596163363539372012-04-06T11:44:00.006-07:002012-04-06T17:37:52.550-07:00Sanity Falls Hunt Review (graphic intensive)<br />
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tainting my mouth. I look at my clothes and see blood everywhere, but I don’t
feel any pain or see any wounds. It probably isn’t my blood. I try to think but
realize that I have no memory of the last 24 hours. The last thing I remember
is coming to Sanity
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feel dizzy, someone must have drugged me.</span></span></span></b><b><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span class="hps"><span lang="EN-GB"> Groggy and confused, I stagger onto my feet and call out for Livea. When
silence answers me back, I become aware of my surroundings. I am on the edge of
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and pass out) brings us to the most recent </span><a href="http://madpea.blogspot.com/" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;" target="_blank">MadPea</a><span lang="en-GB" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"> hunt- Sanity Falls.
You star as Alexander Blackwell, who's a burnt out
yet somehow insanely popular Psychiatrist who decides that it's that
the place he has to vacation is none other than this so called
beautiful Sanity Falls. Well, let's just say that the Travel agent on
duty is likely to get fired, or the good Doctor's finally gone
bonkers when you realize where you've woken up. Now I'm not going to
go step by step into the whole game but I'll be pointing things out
and you'll note there's a crap ton of pictures- that's because I
couldn't get over the entire feel of the game though I've got to tip
my hat off- if they've never been fans of Indigo Prophecies or Heavy
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familiar elements on it to me but it only increased my love. From the
get-go I was hooked; a hunt with a storyline? I even gender bent for
the occasion- and I have to say, I make a pretty handsome male. For a
“Free” avatar (After paying the 100L for the HUD- which, after
getting ONE prize a friend has said and I agree with is well worth
the Lindin spent)- it's actually one I'll play with over time. Of course before I went to bed I had to tweak my own additions to it- simply changing shape and skin and modding the hair and collar a bit, bamf- I've got Akemo Blackwell, the forlorn Lesbian lover seeking her beloved Liver Wife! (no copyright infringement intended, and I swear to gravy the HUD phone makes her name appear that way). What I love is the whole kind of creepy feel to it; there was a point the sun had sent on this hunt and the background noises had my hairs standing on end. </span></div>
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So one life singularly is one complex ball of emotion, events, minor catastrophes and stress both good and the bad. One life is more than enough for any human being, given the events that are bound to unfold without the good honest kindness to give prior notice. So it makes so many question what in the name of the great beloved cosmic energy would someone want a Second one? What is this Second Life and what does it really do? I mean, at least in sim's you can lock 'em in a box and set them on fire and watch the carnage unfold. Why would you risk the loss of a first life to simply become something pixelated that doesn't require what we need? How can "Ten minutes" turn into three hours later? What the hell are you doing that's really so engrossing? </div>
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It's difficult to explain if you're not in the world. Beyond the ability to fully customize what you look like in ways that would take far too man plastic surgeons in the real world to do, there's a world full of trolls and hackers just waiting to steal from you. But in that mix there's loving, honest people. There's people with a terrifying fear to leave the house that can suddenly meet and know people all across the globe through a moment of a shared similarity. There's an endless possibility of near instantaneous gratification when you learn how to do something you once thought impossible. How many people who couldn't sew a stitch have become singularly dependent and wealthy off of the high-fashion gowns and clothing they sell in second life? The tireless hours spent building relationships that sometimes the real world can seem a distant dream.</div>
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What's the appeal? Ask that to someone who hopped from home to home as a child and can suddenly pretend for a little while to be that three year old child- to find a family that loved for them took them shopping and baked cookies. It seems so alien to some, such a sick and 'wrong' thing- but to that person who found therapy in a way that some therapists could easily relate to as "Role Play Therapy". Sometimes it's stress, and you can hurt so much from a "game" seems a joke. There are many of us who have tried to explain the pride that comes along with hours spent setting up a shopping area just right to someone out of game and all they saw was the wasted time sitting in front of a computer. Understanding it is beyond words or explanations, and sometimes there are those who "just don't get it". No amount of reading or blogging somewhere will ever explain that calling. </div>
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I can tell you why I do. It's more than therapy, and it's become something of a way to watch progress unfold. I find it endlessly frustrating to try and make change in the real world because the older I get the harder socialization becomes. I can't meet people the way I used to and I've gotten so select on the kind of things I enjoy that I'm finding it harder and harder to connect to my peers given the area's I'm in. So I can meet with people and I can help a complete stranger I might have come across while knowing there's always the safety of turning off the computer if it becomes too much. I can pretend for awhile to be that perfect person in that perfect world and visually build paradise. I know it can hold the keys to my own RL perfection but I can't verbally explain this to someone else. To explain to familiy and friends that that pixels on a screen have stolen just as much of my love as they have but they are in no way a replacement. </div>
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I am so blessed in my life to know the people I know, to have the family I do. More and more I meet people on Second Life that have come from such broken backgrounds I wish I could just make them understand what it's like to have that. We are never so humbled as when we understand all the perfect gifts we have been given. In this visual world I can connect, I can build, I can make a successful business without the risks of loosing everything. I can do impossible stunts and fly- and I can enjoy it knowing that there's always the way to unplug. Walking away is difficult, and there are some who understand that addiction is addiction no matter what form it takes. It is no less disabling than alcohol or drugs could be and in some ways is a stronger addiction. Though I think sometimes it outweighs the so called drawbacks of it.</div>
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I love my Real Life family, I've got them in my life and in so many ways they help me. Without them I'd not be where I am today which as difficult and frustrating of a situation it can be is still something of heaven to me. I've in no way lost any of the love I give them. There are things we struggle with as adults that we think somehow when we're teenagers we'll magically get to some age and know all the things we should have before through life's lessons- and the truth be told we're just older, more ignorant, and less pleased about it. So I try to learn, I try to take my ignorance and replace it with useful given knowledge. Though I also have to some way more than creatively express myself need to be able to visually watch something change and grow. Opportunities we had before close more and more everyday and I pray that when my own children are grown that they have a sliver of the chance we took advantage of when I was a kid. </div>
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Yet I think everything happens for a reason too. I'm going to spend all day tomorrow offline, though I may come on simply to play music I'm going to shut off my computer for 24 hours and see what happens. I'm going to do those things I said I was going to do and I'm going to sit down and create memories not so immortalized, but will forever stay with me and with luck my children as they grow. Then, the day after, I'm going to log back in for a few moments while my daughter is at school and my son safely tucked in for his usual nap and I'm going to blog my heart out, and maybe by then I'll have some actual answers.</div>
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<br />Akemo Eternal http://www.blogger.com/profile/04528055757076529416noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9140916215505891212.post-54362053914924646532012-03-30T21:25:00.001-07:002012-04-06T12:51:33.137-07:00<div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: left;">
<span style="font-size: small;">I have one of the best families in Second Life, honestly. I know this isn't much for a first Blog I had taken photos to show off one of my role play characters and babble about the Sim I go on, or at least try to find some awe-inspiring moment to make my blog nearly as good as <a href="http://nymethvale.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Nym's</a> but clearly it's not meant to be. Though I'd like to point out that I'm getting somewhat Decent at working with SecondLife Photos in Photoshop and with luck I'm hoping to take more.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">So for my first sleepy time post today, I give you, My Crazy Family.</span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"> [ From the top Left over: Eden, Akemo, Kuno (Daughter, Mom, Dad)- RayRay, Bella (Grandbabies) Promise and Charbie (Daughters of AkemoxKuno) and Harper (Grandbaby) All the Grandbabies belong to Charbie and her Husband Shadow, who's not in the picture because his punk butt wasn't online! ]</span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"> <b>[Bella, Charbie and Akemo. We're a Nerd-Friendly Family.]</b></span></div>Akemo Eternal http://www.blogger.com/profile/04528055757076529416noreply@blogger.com0