Neko Irritation: Attack of the Clones


I haven’t vented in either its own sub heading or my diary entries since last year and this is a good thing, I haven’t allowed negative juju cloud my small space in the cyber world or allow anger to take up my mentality. However I will vent about something this early morning before I head into bed. Originally it was gonna be spitting anger two days ago, now that I have clucked to my girls in the Hen Den and told my bestie Mei, I am feeling a lot better.

Now those who read my blog dilligently noted that I have been returning to IMVU, confessed between myself and a couple of the girls in the Hen Den we had agree that Second Life has become hypersexual in community and new events. I have noticed it majorly and I don’t even go to the adult sims or clubs anymore. It is increasing especially with the overwhelming presence of teenagers with no restrictions of age group on that virtual universe.

Since returning to IMVU, I decided to re-create a public space for myself and anyone who wanted to hang out when I was online. I was also looking for a homey area very much like my cottage on SL. Thus my New York apartment originally designed for East Highland high character Elizabeth James was re-used and became my own apartment. My group of girlies absolutely love it and find themselves staying there chilling out if alt tabbed or working. Anyone who is friends with me, know how passionate I am when it comes to being original even if its the virtual world. In both style and home decorating, I pride myself in doing highly detailed rooms.

Which is why the next bit had me so mad all day, one of the former friends/enemies that I knew from EHHS days decided to enter my apartment when I was offline and wishlist a whole lot of the decorations I have in the public room. It is called being original and creeping into my apartment is just stalker levels! Though I admit I creeped her wishlist too and that is how I found out about her wishlisting the stuff from my home in the first place. This isn’t the first time she’s copied me though, she has imitated my look but kept her blonde locks while doing it. I wish people stopped copying, originality still isn’t dead, they should try it.

Second Life: What if it Disappeared?




Canary Beck raised an interesting question on her blog today, the million dollar question for all Second Life users to be precise- “What would you do if Second Life disappeared?” And raised the question for all her readers of what would we do? Would we pick up anything? Move to another client? Re-connect with reality.

It had me wonder a lot to myself especially with the fact that Aum has decided to take a break after returning from the music festival with his mates. His absence from the virtual world has hit me quite hard if I say so myself but I am handling it better than a year ago with my ex because this time I have a group of amazing girl friends in-world who keep me company and if it’s not them I’m on here blogging.

But back to the question of “What if” well I could probably cope with the loss much better than most users and perhaps move back to IMVU again (it be much cheaper lol). I would still have this blog set up but it wouldn’t be so fashion centric anymore, it would be what I had in the first blog- short stories, diary entries, poems and pictures from my reality. I would love to do more short trips on my days off, I love driving especially into the country side it truly eases my mind.

What I miss from Second Life though; The events, the shopping, the amount of talent and time used to create such beautiful places for my photography, my Flickr account would probably die off because you can’t take that type of amazing picture on IMVU. I’d also miss the interaction I have with the girls though we DO talk a lot more through Facebook or skype (I even have 3 of them on my reality facebook).

Overall I wouldn’t miss it TOO much to the point of depression, staying in bed and sulking over the loss of one virtual world, I’d probably go back to what I was doing before and then some more πŸ™‚