RUDE AND NASTY PEOPLE IN SL....

                                                                             

RUDE AND NASTY PEOPLE IN SL....

It seems to me that many people like to behave this way (RUDE & NASTY!)..Now days it's easier for some people to  have that sort of an attitude...it also to some degree gives people a bit of status, power , and control within the game by creating fear within others, but what they don't realize is that although people may fear them these same people also detest them..If these same people would try to be more kind and polite to others they would get much more statisfaction out of this game and  in their own personal lives...They would begin to be admired by others and find they have much more status then they do by being a complete ass...This actually saddens me to know that people like this exist in this world...apparently they have no respect for other human beings but more important they have no respect for themselves and will never truely be loved by anybody...A world without love is basically living in a true hell..a hell we all can only imagine exists...This is my personal opinion of course...A phychologist on the other hand may describe people like this as being sociopaths or neurotic to the point they are truely a danger to society...If this was sociological I would be describing the behavior of society and the different cultures..etc...Im not here to try and explain the science of it or its phylosophy...I am only here to give you my point of view  for I have witnessed this first hand and have also been a victim of it myself...One last thought..If nature gives us so many beautiful things in life why are so many people living  with such hate and anger for other fellow human beings...If you only sat and thought for one moment all the pleasure you would receive by giving pleasure to others...what a wonderful world this would be...SERIOUSLY THINK ABOUT THIS !!

                                                                                                                       Linday Landar

Nirvana Island

If you like to listen recital poetry, or if you want to share your poems.. Every thursday.. you can visit the  Nirvana island.. you will feel warm with kindness of Isis and Sanderman.. if you are shy and you are not able to read your poems.. ,Isis and sanderman will read your poems with all pleasure.. making them to sound so good..my opinion is that.. i advice you to go and share  with everyone are present...

For more details contact Isis Pleides

Mojo Beach

Humm Yummi.. im looking forward  the 

Summer is coming.. very nice place

to chill and dreaming. we are nice

beach listen the sound of the waves..LOL

Chatting with Harmony and Blue..

Natural Wilderness

Wilderness always my favorite..where im guardian...do you know him??? It is Bon Jovi,  

 

Writer of this month

Gabriel Garcia Marquez

Gabriel José de la Concordia García Márquez (Spanish pronunciation: [ɡaˈβɾjel ɡaɾˈsia ˈmaɾkes]; born March 6, 1927^[1]) is a Colombian novelist, short-story writer, screenwriter andjournalist, known affectionately as Gabo throughout Latin America. He is considered one of the most significant authors of the 20th century. He was awarded the Nobel Prize in Literaturein 1982, and is the earliest winner of this prize who is still alive. He pursued a self-directed education that resulted in his leaving law school for a career in journalism. From early on, he showed no inhibitions in his criticism of Colombian and foreign politics. In 1958, he married Mercedes Barcha; they have two sons, Rodrigo and Gonzalo.

He started as a journalist, and has written many acclaimed non-fiction works and short stories, but is best known for his novels, such as One Hundred Years of Solitude (1967) and Love in the Time of Cholera (1985). His works have achieved significant critical acclaim and widespread commercial success, most notably for popularizing a literary style labeled asmagical realism, which uses magical elements and events in otherwise ordinary and realistic situations. Some of his works are set in a fictional village called Macondo (the town mainly inspired by his birthplace Aracataca), and most of them express the theme of solitude.

Thanks for jazz...

SOLITUDE

What is Solitude? We can say that.. Someone is alone.. someone is sad..someone is lost… we could say so many things about solitude.. But in reality.. most of us feel these kind of feelings. who never suffers from solitude?? All of us do…Especially when we need some help.. we always see ourselves in situations that we have to face alone… and it is in these times we see.. who really matters and not.. what is true for us .. what are our abilities to support that sort of feeling and pain…This theme is so harsh and hard to talk about.. solitude, nowadays everyone suffers that kind of feeling.. people die alone in their homes.. they say when we get old we are more alone.. they say God is alone so we are nearer to God.. so that when we are so alone.. with our memories.. our old times.. we think about people who were part of our lives in our younger times, and God decides to call them… we think the best of times we had but we think of the worst times too.. Sometimes we need to be alone.. the need to be alone doesnt mean we are alone . We need the solitude when we are making some sort of creation.. a musician needs to be alone to create. writers need to be alone to write, a painter needs to be alone to paint.. in fact they are not alone, they are with the most important things , they are near to the soulmate.. it is their creation … To have that creation, we need to have someone on our side to give us inspiration . so a man is a real man when he meets the other man.. but our sins dont allow it most of the time .. because the desire for power and domination, is stronger than them… They dont share with another man and yes.. to steal what is good from him.. so that the world will never work.. unitil man thinks he is stronger than the other.. all of these kind of sins made man to be so alone…They say God made the world for us and for everyone to have a good life.. but it doesnt happen because men are so selfish and dominate.. they want to be powerful and potent.. so that they take from the weak .. who have a great soul.. .. What can I do about solitude? Think about it!!

                                                                        Linday Landar

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WILDERNESS

Maria  Vought  - Wilderness Owner

LadyPetunias   Audion - Wilderness Guardian

Linday Landar -  Wilderness Guardian

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LadyPetunias the new Guardian of wilderness

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Maria Vought , The Onwer of Wilderness

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Linday Landar - Wilderness Guardian

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Jazz , Linday and Maria enjoying  in the skybox in Wilderness. Winter skybox.

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WRITER OF THIS MONTH

Franz Kafka

"Kafka" redirects here. For other uses, see Kafka (disambiguation).

Kafka was born to middle class German-speaking Jewish parents in Prague, Bohemia, then part of the Austro-Hungarian Empire. The house in which he was born, on the Old Town Square next to Prague's Church of St Nicholas, now contains a permanent exhibition devoted to the author.Franz Kafka (German pronunciation: [fʁants ˈkafka]; 3 July 1883 – 3 June 1924) was a culturally influential German-language author of short stories and novels. Contemporary critics and academics, including Vladimir Nabokov,^[2] regard Kafka as one of the best writers of the 20th century. The term "Kafkaesque" has become part of the English language.

Most of Kafka's writing, including the large body of his unfinished work, was published

NOTE: Thanks To Joe Arnica, who correct my text..

A VIRTUAL FRIEND

To accept having a virtual friend is not easy.. for understanding because everyone has the idea. A virtual friend is not a real friend. We don't see this person or touch them. We don't even know the color of their eyes.  So why I do I believe in him?  When my virtual friend listens me, tries to understand me, and offers advice to me, I still do not see him as a real person. 

When I awake up and head out to work I usually meet so many people. In my real life people never have time to listen or understand me.  My real friends don't have any time for me. Their lives are so busy with their own problems and the issues of the world.  Still put my trust in them because I can look into their eyes, but I know that they do not care about me. I  think my physical friends are real, and my virtual friends are merely an illusion. 

When I finish my work and I go home, I open my computer and all my virtual friends are there.. My special friend always says me "hello" and smile at me.He is ready to listen me, and make me feel so happy.  While I can't determine what his mood is in this moment, if he tired or not, I'm experiencing feelings about my virtual friend  He is always there to listen me, to understanding me. In addition to this, my virtual friend such a sweet person. My friends will say me, "You know nothing about him, maybe he is a killer, someone who wants to kidnap you, or do some other evil, never good. I'm become afraid. I've heard many terrible stories about such things.

But as time goes by my virtual friend is always there for me. My fears soon leave me.  I have pictures of him that he has sent to me; one is of when he was a young man, and another of how he looks now.  I see in these picture the sweet and caring person that I have come to know. It is my wish to meet him one day in real world and to see what feeling I would have for him then.  To meet the person who knows everything about me, who has listened to me for so long listen, who knows all my secrets, all my deepest thoughts.  I really love my virtual friend.  But I can tell anyone how much I love him because they will call me crazy.  They will say I'm suffering some kind of madness.  Am I suffering some sort of virtual depression?  The science haven't been invented to makes such a determination.  Maybe someday I'll be able to talked about my virtual friend to others. It is crazy to think about it but I feel it is true. My virtual friends are a part of my life now.  They may be somewhere else in the world but I always know what they are doing, even if it is time lunch for them and dinner for me. 

One day I listened a old woman saying that since she bought a computer and started to use the Internet she never feels alone, because her virtual friends are always there for her. I listen to so many stories about others with virtual friendships and most of them never good.. but I'm asking.. if most of the stories are not good  by Internet.. it means.. a real man never has good thoughts but always badly.. yes because my virtual friend is someone and not a machine..Many times people around us don't have nothing similar to us and i meet someone by Internet so similar like me.. the same tastes.. many times I'm seeing my virtual friend so perfect....it is calls illusion.. but my feeling by him is not illusion.. is real... how the world become so small... but i think man always want to find other man to the other side of the world and when this meeting happen it is like a light.. they have so much to share.. 

  

In the movie "The Quest for Fire." three people of one tribe made a journey to find other tribe to learn how to make fire.   When they meet the other people of the other tribe they share their knowledge.  One of the three marries with a woman from the other tribe and they learn together, she teaches him what she knew from her tribe and he did the same with her. When they are finished they look up to the sky for the moon, and wait for new world.

When Alexander Bell invented the phone he made the world a lot smaller and brought people closer together. So I ask, don't you think it is innate for mankind to reach out to others so far away and t share their experiences?  Don't you think we have a curiosity to know what happen on the other side of the world?  Will doing so not help us to improve our spirits and create understand for those whom we can't see?  Those who are religious love God even though they cannot see Him.  Now I am asking, don't you think I could love my virtual friend whom I cannot see in the same way? I think yes, I can, why not!

Autumn In Wilderness

Poem Death Young

   

 I dont want to die young

                           but i dont  want old too,

                              Let me live some time

                       let me feel the wind on my face

                 and watch the birds flying on the sky

                                           but

                               if i had to died young

                            keep my ash in your hands

                              and let them to run away

                                       let them to fly

                             let them to see the world

                                    like God does.

                               If i had to died young

                              i want  to live that star

                    and protect my family and my friends

                      i want  to protect those children

                               i want to be an angel!!

                               

                               Linday Landar 

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Classic Writers

CHARLES BAUDELAIRE

Charles Baudelaire  April 9, 1821 – August 31, 1867) was a major French poet who produced notable work as an essayist, art critic, and pioneering translator of Edgar Allan Poe. His most famous work, Les Fleurs du mal (The Flowers of Evil) expresses the changing nature of beauty in modern, industrializing Paris during the nineteenth century. Baudelaire's highly original style of prose-poetry influenced a whole generation of poets including Paul Verlaine, Arthur Rimbaud and Stéphane Mallarmé among many others. He is credited with coining the term "modernity" (modernité) to designate the fleeting, ephemeral experience of life in an urban metropolis, and the responsibility art has to capture that experience.

THE GHOST

OFTLY as brown-eyed Angels rove

I will return to thy alcove,

And glide upon the night to thee,

Treading the shadows silently.

 

And I will give to thee, my own,

Kisses as icy as the moon,

And the caresses of a snake

Cold gliding in the thorny brake.

 

And when returns the livid morn

Thou shalt find all my place forlorn

And chilly, till the falling night.

 

Others would rule by tenderness

Over thy life and youthfulness,

But I would conquer thee by fright!

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Thanks Pam to join this Blog

Thanks Theodore Theseus to editing my text..

AFFECTIONS (FONDNESS)

Im asking this; what is affection for you? It seems that this word is lost in space. Most people need affection, but they sometimes  miss the meaning of this feeling.

Affection is popularly used to denote a feeling of love, and it is this  kind of love i want to talk about. When we have feelings for someone, or for a pet, we feel great.  When we caress them, it makes us feel better and it is more cheerful to give than to receive. Love is not selfish. The greatest of love, is to give and not to expect to receive. So when we share that kind of love, it's like we are tasting a fruit which will satisfy our hunger and our thrist, and to feed our soul.

But affection is more meaningful than that. Affection can be some kind of expression that we care. It may be security, protection, or comfort, and we usually know that these ingredients are vital for a relationship.

Affection can be a simple hug that shows how much we care about that person. In fact, affection is so essential for some relationships that without it, we feel needy, uncomfortable, or wounded. So it's our nature that we search for this affection and It seems to me, affection is not understood many times. Man seeks affection by nature, it is innate in him, but he sometimes waits to receive it which many times can lead to quarrels in our relationships. We must have the ecstasy in our mind and soul to understand these feelings:  Never regret to give your affection, even if that affection is not shared, because it is better to give than to receive.

Maria Vought Owner

Rod Quicksand Guardian

Linday Landar Guardian

Natural Wilderness

I have found in your fields

My happiness

I have found in your sea

My hopes

You make me remember

The spring when the marigold born

The summer when the sun burns our skin

The autumn is full of colors, 

Having  the sensation this  forest is burning, The feeling of missing

The winter so white when the snow is coming,  The romance comes , 

O natural  wilderness..

 How you  do make me remember my new times in sl

When i was a newbie.. and i fell in love for Elysium,  my home  for so long.

When i lost my home (elysium) i felt like a vagabond without a  home

Until one day i landed in your fields

And i felt the sun light my face and i smiled

..Now i am running along the fields singing..

Thanks Maria and Rod..

Thanks for Joe Arnica and Rod Quicksand they help me to make my text gorgeous..

  Meet Linday.  

 When I created her as part of my virtual world experience I never thought about the opportunities it would create to explore another side of myself, or how much she would become a part of me.  It's  hard to explain  but creating an avatar is like being born again   Through Linday I am able to recreate many of the experiences tha I had when I was younger, but also bring to these new experiences the lesson I have learned in life.  

Linday avatar was something that I created without knowing how they can develop and mature just like we do in the real world.. I  had no idea idea when I started to build her that she would become someone who reflected my inner being.

 I have been thinking so much about  my 3D world and it seems we are all provided with the opportunity to imagine our world is much richer than we current make it.  The lesson Linday has helped me to learns is the we can live our dreams not only in a virtual world but in the real world as well.

 So I am creating this blogger to write about  Linday, the things she does, and those who around her. This will be linday's journal  where she will keep all of her virtual world memories, stories, poems.. quotes .. and all sort of art.. 

 This is my dream comes true.. :-)

everyday, 

im waiting for my love.

everyday,

 my heart is ready to love him.

 im looking for the moon,

asking

to bring my love,

and the moon answer me 

with smile.

This smile gives  light to my  heart

like saying...

wait... wait... for him...

you love him

and he loves you

love is not always so hapiness

it is patience, pain

but this pain is like hapiness born of you

when your love comes

and hold you...

and your pain becomes

flower so soft inside of you

and you feel ,

you are in the heaven.

like angel

                linday landar

Favorites quotes:

"

I, with a deeper instinct, choose a man who compels my strength, who makes enormous demands on me, who does not doubt my courage or my toughness, who does not believe me naïve or innocent, who has the courage to treat me like a woman." 

— Anaïs Nin

A journey is like marriage. The certain way to be wrong is to think you control it. 
John Steinbeck 

for all my english friends

I am so sorry .. what have been occurring in some cities from England.. It seems we live in  permanent conflict 

Note: I have to thank  my friend Theodore Theseus.. who corrected my text and helped to make it so gorgeous...