Chocolate and Auctions

Today I want to talk about two totally different and unrelated things, but I can’t help it, because for me they somehow mixed. I got confronted today with land-auctions in Second Life. A close friend of me, wanted to get the abandoned land next to my place, so we can be neighbors again.She informed Linden Labs and LL said thank you and set it up for auction. Since she had a late shift today, I was the one who had to deal with the actual bidding war. My nerves are blank now and totally raw. I was shaking like a leaf and so freaking nervous, that I had troubles to manage my mouse, since these things are online, like eBay. And I HATE eBay and would never use it, if it weren’t for the immediately-buy-button.

After four long hours of sweating, shivering and being a nervous wrack, I managed to get her the land with a super high bid in the last second. So YAY!


As amazing this moment was, as depressing it is, when you realise with whom you wanna share it, and that this someone doesn’t seem to want to talk with you or to spent time with you. It is a rather dull realisation, when you see, that the one you are dating, the one you haven’t seen in a couple of days, that this one, does rather something else, then to spent his time with you. My solution was chocolate. It is always there for me, and it never lets me wait!


Waiting Time

What is it about time? We feel we have not enough. It goes by slowly or super fast, sometimes it is as if it stands still. Time is a construct we made up, to measure the circles the earth makes around the sun. The weird thing is, that time is endless even though sometimes it is short.


This week, for me, it was both at the same time. All day long, time was slow, standing still, and when the time came, to meet someone, it was over, and more than ones, before it even begun.

People often say, the anticipation is half the pleasure, but what, if there is no pleasure at all in the end, and everything you get, is anticipation and waiting. In that constellation waiting is probably the worst part. One fills their time with nonsense, to not be just waiting, and also to be able to drop whatever one is doing immediately.


So what is it with people, who make you wait for them? And I don’t mean to wait for something special to happen, I mean to simply spent time with each other! I think, Coco Chanel was the one who said “Don’t spend time beating on a wall, hoping to transform it into a door. ” And I think, with people who make you wait, it is the same thing.


For me, it ended in going to bed alone, and now, enjoying my afternoon tea, while I blog for you, and watch a movie with my brother. Because, HE doesn’t makes me wait.

Autumn Calling

I am not a fashion blogger, I think there are enough out there doing a way better job then I ever could, but I like to be fashionable, and go with the seasons. Fall just arrived on our door steps, and with is, colorful trees, crispy yellow sunflowers and hey stacks.


But without being rude or mean, I get the feeling the designer haven’t got the memo yet, that fall season is kicking in?! At the Collabor88, even with their great subject Secret Coven, is no fall fashion. I saw a lot of short skirts, tiny tops and pumps I would never wear when rain is pouring down, wetting the walkways untill it’s all over muddy.

No matter where I look, I can’t find fashionable, good-looking fall fashion, and the few parts I can find, arent for the SLink mesh body, but just for standard Bodies or the Maitreya Lara. Autumn is calling, maybe even the autumn for the SLink body? Are the designer refusing to make stuff for “us” because they know something we don’t?

I am not much of a conspiracy theorist, but I feel a bit left out and well standing in the pouring rain with my summer clothes, and my last year fall fashion. Tho PLEASE, if anyone of you knows a hidden, secret designer, I should totally check out, tell me, I am starting to feel desperate!

Sonnet 73 by William Shakespeare (1609)

That time of year thou mayst in me behold
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
In me thou see’st the twilight of such day
As after sunset fadeth in the west;
Which by and by black night doth take away,
Death’s second self, that seals up all in rest.
In me thou see’st the glowing of such fire,
That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,
As the deathbed whereon it must expire,
Consumed with that which it was nourished by.
This thou perceiv’st, which makes thy love more strong,
To love that well which thou must leave ere long.


Untill then, I will enjoy the red and yellow leaves falling, creating a wonderful carpet from all the colors, we just see like this just once a year. Still bright green grass, sprinkled with drops of sunflower to earthly brown.

Shopping: Special Finding

And again it was the Aphrodite Shop, that saved my day. I needed a nice coffee maker for my new kittchen, and viola, I got one. it is not just gorgeous, no it has four or five different types of coffee, makes noises and steam! So I was forced to have immediatly a nice breakfast […]