Annabel Lee

It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of ANNABEL LEE; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me. I was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea; But we loved with a love that was more than love- I and my Annabel Lee; With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven Coveted her and me. And this was the reason that, long ago, In this kingdom by the sea, A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling My beautiful Annabel Lee; So that her highborn kinsman came And bore her away from me, To shut her up in a sepulchre In this kingdom by the sea. The angels, not half so happy in heaven, Went envying her and me- Yes!- that was the reason (as all men know, In this kingdom by the sea) That the wind came out of the cloud by night, Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee. But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we- Of many far wiser than we- And neither the angels in heaven above, Nor the demons down under the sea, Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Annabel Lee. For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side Of my darling-my darling- my life and my bride, In the sepulchre there by the sea, In her tomb by the sounding sea.

 Undoubtedly one of my favourite poems by Edgar Allan Poe.

In a World of Mine...

I'd like to think everyone would be rich and prosperous.

And wear top hats.

But seriously speaking: Why must the world revolve around money? If anything I wish it revolved around and used currency of chocolate or pencils or something. It'd probably be better and definitely more cheaper.

Thinking financially, one "would" definitely help their parents in trouble, even if one is a complete asshat?  While not in the best shape, my parents have always put their kids first - I'd like to think my father still does this despite he Grouch attitude - and make sure that they have everything they did in in their youth and try to provide it despite their $$$ struggling because they are indeed parents and love you and want you to have what you want. I always enjoyed and have been slightly annoyed by my parents' need to buy me small or large gifts. They never asked me for anything back that was of any importance, just that I help around the house and clean while they're at work. I've tried to make sure this happens, as I am living under their roof - until I find an affordable apartment of my own, whee! :D

I've been told "But it's their problem, not yours.", but should I really turn away when they do need help? They've provided - and still help provide - me with a laptop, clothes, etc. All were gifts, of course, but who am I to say no after all they've done for me?

A common response I've seen in the "middle-class/poor" Mexican/Samoan/Asian families (no offense) is that the children, who have grown up in either a poor or good but struggling family environment, will almost always want to help their parents once their older because they feel they should pay them back.

Despite issues, I do love my parents immensely. But I also love my friends, too.

MY own private life business with friends, nothing knew; just more DRAMA but it seems everyone has it nowadays on the internet or real life. I should probably work on commissions to get my head out of the endless sea of drama water.

Sometimes I sound and feel selfish.

One day I will become a successful animator or voice actor and be able to pay back all that my everyone gave me...





Love&Rockets,

Lala

Multi-Mind Tasking and Sherlocked

And so the weekend has come to an end.

Everyone is going to go back to work or school or whatever it is they have, whilst I stay home and do my chores and watch my brother once he gets out of school himself.

.. and I have still completed NOTHING.

While I enjoy my "freedom", I do wish I had something to do other than work on projects and draw all day - not that this is a BAD thing, necessarily, I do enjoy excitement in my life. Speaking of excitement, I am hoping to be able to confirm a hopeful "secret trip" of my own to visit a friend sometime this week. Mother keeps putting it off, but as a mother I can "slightly" understand why.

Slightly being in parenthesis because I am nearly twenty - my birthday is coming up in just a few short months - and I'd like to think she could be able to trust I wouldn't try and burn down landmarks if I am able to go abroad.

But as a parent, I guess she can't help but worry about her child when she decides she wants to travel places unattended...

Aside from worrying about a hopeful holiday on my own time, I do worry that my need to procrastinate has hit it's worst. Not only have I not finished now very belated Christmas gifts and commissions, but they have been belated since last year. I find myself usually staring at a picture that is 87% near completion until I find the insatiable need to watch a movie or a video on Youtube. Not the wisest choice but I guess when you are an artist and have the attention span of a flea when your motivation is lagging then something must be wrong.

I've yet to pinpoint what it is, but I will overcome it with the power of John Donne's poetry and novel work from a friend.

Television-wise, I've not watched TV in forever aside from anything on my computer, but I have found a wonderful show.

Gotta hand it to the BBC network, I am absolutely Sherlocked.

Sherlock and Watson definitely have their bromance brewing in the finale. YOU CAN FEEL IIIIIT ♥ Especially on Watson's side, he's so cute when he defends Holmes.

I absolutely love Moriarty in the British television series Sherlock; and they couldn't have picked an actor better for the role.

I must admit that I've never enjoyed a villain in a TV series in a very long time - so many potential antagonists end up being half-hearted or do not reach their full potential (ex. in the American TV series Bones, who have had several but none of which I could enjoy fully because they didn't show as much "evilness"). The series finale literally had me in tears, mostly because I have [a] come to adore Sherlock's character more than chocolate and [b] I feared BBC would not permit another season, but sure enough my worries had not come to light because it has indeed been confirmed that there is a third season in the works. I believe it was very fitting; Holmes is indeed an arrogant, callous know-it-all who needed to be taken down a peg, but not fall off a hospital rooftop... but that's a crime drama for you!

Happy to see a fall like that won't stop Sherlock from living.

Thank you to Steven Moffat and Mark Gatiss for creating this series and to my friend Samantha for showing me the wonderfulness that is the show.


Seriously, it's the best thing since buttered toast. Check it out ♥






Love&Rockets,

Lala

Procrastination

And so it is Friday.

After a long week of annoying trials and tiring chores and errands, I can go back to relaxing and enjoying myself. And by this I actually mean working on my list of incredibly overdue Christmas gifts, projects and commissions.

Word to the wise: One who takes on great responsibility should probably put more thought into it rather than taking your sweet time on trying to be a great perfectionist or just being outright lazy and deciding to work on other art.

Commission wise, doing fine, though there should be a sort of "limit" as to how long I take. I believe in "no rushing gets the best outcome" when it comes to my work, but I'm sure when it takes almost 7 months to try and complete a commission then I'm sure I'm not the best. I shall hope once more than I can finish my list of overdues and hope to send them off.

Anyways, some "good" news:

I am officially back on a diet; my goal is 25 lbs.

Not because of the "oh, I'm fat!!" claim, but more for the me getting back into shape like I used to be. My secret comfort food stash is once again rid of - gave it to my friends - so I have no more temptation.

I believe I can do it.

The Grievances of Complaining and a Loaded Gun

Why do people complain? Why do people who have access and the opportunity to complain and whine and rant   online do so?

Wouldn't it be better if you talked it out with close friends or - if you prefer - talk to friends over the internet via private messages/emails/notes/etc.?

What people need to understand is, while I myself am guilty of posting the odd journal or two that contain nothing but my own real life grievances, that most people don't really care. Why? Because they themselves have their OWN problems to deal with. I am all for hearing you out if you're my friend and come to me for assistance but to post something personal with limited information only tells me that you HOPE that I comment so that you may get attention or sympathy. Especially when I do sympathize and give advice that has - from own personal experiences - has indeed worked yet [said person(s)] continue to complain and claim that it has not "worked for them".

Either they have not tried it or they have not tried it and want to continue hearing hopeful pitying and support. I have come across people who do this quite frequently and to be perfectly honest it gets old very, VERY fast. 

What I'm trying to get across is while I will frown your way from my computer screen, do not expect me to try and pity you and comfort you when you have displayed yourself as a needy attention-seeker.

It is very annoying.

Aside from my top rant, it is the wonderful year of 2012; supposed year of our inevitable demise.

I expect great things this year - including a hopeful visit to see a very, very close friend of mine in London *fingers crossed and winkwink*  as well as ignored the advances of a young man.

Being an abrasive, single young woman I find myself at odds with wondering as to whether or not to pursue a relationship when we have quite a bit in common or choose to have my independence until the time is right when I do decide to put myself off the market. My friends tell me that we make quite a couple as he is quite the catch (according to everyone), but I suppose that my feelings should be taken into record; seeing that I don't really feel "my heart aflutter" or "the skin on my cheeks grow red with a girlish blush" I find it hard to believe that he could be a match for me.

Maybe I'm just boring, or I probably just don't know what I want in a man... yet.

I've given it some thought and I believe that my goals that I have seem to be in the way, but having someone that could support me on a more intimate and emotional level wouldn't be bad either. Given my attitude and personality, I may need a man like him to reel me in.

... later.

Love&Rockets,

Lala