The hardest things are always said last… ( going on hiatus ).

As I push the 100 and something blog post threshold I feel myself losing interest. Perhaps it has a little to do with how hectic/busy my rl has gotten since this semester’s began. Like for example, I took pictures last week and I am not entirely satisfied with them but, I figured to achieve the ‘looks’ I want, I’d need to dedicate more time to the process… more time, which, I certainly don’t have.

So, what’s the basis of all this? Is it a subtle hint into the near future? Maybe… because, as it is this year will be an eventful one. I am graduating in the summer and making plans for grad school or pursuing a second degree. I’ll be leaning towards the latter but, I am certain my performance by the end of this semester will be the defining factor all around.

Oh, and not to mention, I’ll be moving in less than a month. Now, not to put my entire reallife out there because, I’ve always strived to maintain a certain amount of anonymity but, I think it is important everyone who cares understands the reasons behind my prolonged absences hence! the explanation…out of respect mostly… Because, I just think it’s rude to disappear without a word and not to the mention, the speculations that might arise as some people have no problem blatantly impersonating others ( e.g the never ending copybot crisis and the things in between) ~ of course, that’s another story for another blog post.

Anyway, I hope you’ve enjoyed my short ado about absences!. When I am officially back, you’ll be the first to know!

and as always,
xoxo
~Mia

Video :: Heartbreak warfare by John Mayer
Lightning strikes
Inside my chest to keep me up at night
Dream of ways
To make you understand my pain

Clouds of sulfur in the air
Bombs are falling everywhere
It’s heartbreak warfare
Once you want it to begin,
No one really ever wins
In heartbreak warfare

If you want more love,
why don’t you say so?”

The native inspiration.

Windlight settings :: ElysiumEilde – Goldensky2
Please note : This is by no means a “brag” post. There’s an astronomical difference between teasing and bragging.

Ever seen or purchased something in reallife and you wished you had the same item in secondlife? Well, guess what? It could probably happen!. Thanks to an awesome project started by Abra Exonar on flickr. It is called, the SL Please Make this group. ( click the link to learn more about the group, designers are all welcome! ). There is also an in-world group, join it HERE.

So of course, yours truly had a request :) . I added this picture to the group. ( I found it randomly months ago and held on to it hoping that one day I’ll find out who the artist was. )
Native daughter by variations
I even uploaded it into sl and had it on display at my home for a while. Here’s an old snapshot of me posing with my cat Bella and the picture in the background.
Meet my Bella
Anyway, so long story short after posting it to the group, designer Mae Liamano creator of ( love )  decided to give it a shot. And, *heavenly bells* this is what it turned out like. Can you say gorgeous?

TheNative

It should be officially released by tomorrow ( i.e: August 09 ). *Sighs* , who knew hair dreams could come true? * wipes off a tear *. Thank you so much, Mae Liamano. *sniffs some more *

It comes with a feathered piece which is separate from the hair and another version without bangs ( I am posing with the bangs version because that was my favorite ). There is also a HUD for the fatpack which has a wide range of colors. I really like how the pigtails turned out though I do wish there were more wisps, either way, Mae has done an altogether great job on the entire hair.

TheNative1

What I have on;
Hair :: native (banged) by (love)
Pose :: Simple by power spot ( free, join this blog’s group then tp to blog’s store )
Outfit & collar :: Spirit set by .:GSpot:.
Face paint :: Fingerpaint Goldleaf Deer by Miss Shippe’s Studio

Video
:: When I grow up by Fever Ray
When I grow up,
I want to be a forester,
Run through the moss on high heels,
That’s what I’ll do,
Throwing out boomerang,
Waiting for it to come back to me