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Random Art (Princess Elizabeth in Disguise)

Just wanted to share it.

Now...

I don't have much to say now a days... pretty much waited till everyone left the planet. I'm expecting no one to check this now. So maybe I can write whatever I want? :p...
What's there to write... what would I wanna keep to myself?... I'm 21 now... and I'm apparently updating my blog on my birthday... why... I don't know. But perhaps thinking back at what this year brought for me... I consider it a year I achieved the most in. I've gained confidence... I've gained loved ones... I've gained ambitions and determination. I've gained secret techniques :p... I've gained skills... I've gained a better understanding... now I feel it's almost the time to use it all. But I feel there is still a lot more to gain. And perhaps... that's what this coming year will hold for me.

I've been so careless in the past few years... there's no place for failure now. But I was told ... that every downfall has something good coming out of it... and when you think again... you think... thank god I fell this year... otherwise I wouldn't have gotten that in return. That's pretty much what I feel now. Just another way to reach my goal... and though not intended... it's just a different way... with apparently better results.
I'd like to believe there's a reason for everything... not cuz it's obvious... but cuz it's an encouraging thought, a comforting notion... to think that all is meant to be.

It seems I write a lot when I think no one reads... and yet I'm referring or narrating unknown people XD
I was wondering....

long before I saw visitors in my blog from different countries... at first I thought most of them come from sabla or other forums... but there were many from countries that don't exist in those forums... I wonder who's bothered to google blogs??? well... whoever you guys are... way's open for everyone XD

You know there are a few people in your lives that make you feel special... they're the reason you feel like life's worth living... because they acknowledge you. They value your existence. You live by them... you live for them. I wonder how many feel that way. Or who would think: it doesn't matter who acknowledges you... life goes on.
To me... life's not life if you can't experience its beauties. And having a circle of people you care about is one of those things, that once you have, is just beautiful and can't live without.

So there's been progress since the first day I opened this blog?.... it's been 3 years... and I don't intend to close it... what're you crazy?? Look at the archives XDXDXD... close all that?... no way...lol...
I hope whoever read this enjoyed it...
yours truly,
tee

Felix Diablus

I consider it my best yet. Felix Diablus... Main Character of The Exes. I've many other characters to illustrate almost in the same way... but this one took me around 12 hours to muster. The others will not appear to be any easier.

Btw... for some reason DeviantArt seems to be down with me... this sucks. My gallery's there... it better get back to normal soon.

Observations

Watch it, or be in it. Which is better in your opinion?
I'm the watch it type... barely meddle in unless called for. Hate being between things. But then again... that counts for everything else. I'm an observer in class just as I am an observer in life. Hardly socialize unless I had a specific task to do, then I socialize with those related. But if you leave me in the middle of a huge party with 100 people I don't know... I'll find it difficult to meddle in. But I won't mind observing, until someone actually walks up to me.
In class, once I just listened to the teacher explaining and asking the students to write down certain things and what not. I dunno why I just sat there listening and didn't take out my pen or do what the rest were doing. Most of the times I'm content just listening. I barely write unless it was something I don't count on myself to remember. Well... I was told off for acting like a guest rather than a part of the class. And well today nothing changed.

Behold my last digital coloring attempt:



quite proud of it if you ask me... but still have a loong way to go.

That's it for today. I've nothing more to add yet.

Behind The Screen

Friend: what're you doing?
Tee: updating my blog.
Friend: blog?.... that's such an old-timer.
Tee: tell me what's new.
Friend: facebook.
Tee: you realize facebook and blogging are two different concepts mate?
Friend:... not really.
Tee: don't worry, tyt. Difficult as it is to realize. *updates away*

Since I've been wanting to write about many things (which I forgot half of, and wasn't sure of a quarter of, and now have a quarter remaining)... wellll...

It seems some old comrades are back on the scene. Funny thing is, not mentioning them was due to a speculation that they were not likely to return. But it seems there are a lot more viewers behind those screens than I thought. That's an encouraging thought. Pretty darn good to know about it ...
note: welcome back 3anood, Red Dragon and Nella.

I know about other viewers...but I expect not to be viewed after so long a time of not updating. Then again, who knows... I always end up being taken by surprise. lol

welll welll... what've I got in mind for this post?

my last artwork for one...
I haven't colored traditionally for ages... for one reason... to develop digital coloring skills because the outcome's more effective.

Look at this digital coloring... colored in photoshop...


Come To Me by ~TripleTee on deviantART


and take a look at this traditional way of coloring... using water colors.


Samurai Warrior by ~TripleTee on deviantART

one could see the difference... I happen to be more skilled in traditional coloring... but which one would you consider better quality?the better outcome?.... happens to be the first, the digital one... now if you imagine my 2nd one to have been done the digital way (which I plan to reach)...if I can color it digitally the same way I color it traditionally (samurai warrior)...
then the outcome will be unbeatable... that's how I imagine it. Can you?
well... that's my plan, that's my current goal.

Other than that... moving to another topic...
I do have a few annoying thoughts to note down such as:

-Funerals...
I've been to one before yesterday.... and this is what I observed.

the mother of the one who passed away was pretty sad... but didn't show or shed that many tears... what was surprising was how many other women came out of nowhere (who were not even related or acquainted with the one who passed away)...and they came crying like hell and making a scene.
somehow... it made me feel this is a matter of show. all those crying or pretending to be sad... one may say they're not pretending and they really are pretty sad... but I cannot grasp the idea of feeling that much of a remorse for someone you barely know... one may be sad... but to make a scene more than the mother herself... it just seemed so wrong... so.........fake.
moreover, all funerals here seem to be like this. listen... I have respect for the culture and believe it's good to share this sadness amongst everyone... but I'm against the pretending...

Oh well... more to come soon inshalla... I may have a thing or two to say after so long a time...

and a word of thanks once again to the all the unexpected viewers... it's a pleasure to have you back. I'll hopefully be more active in the coming weeks.
Yours truly.

Down The Pit

Underworld by ~TripleTee on deviantART

So I drew this ages ago... but this image was drawn from a feeling. Resembling a prediction I was making. The prediction said "It's all going down"... down there... and all the girl could do was watch.
Or perhaps whatever fell was thrown by her... because she figured there was no use of it... that all it gave her was trouble. It's like throwing the obstacle on her way into the pit.

I'm going back to Uni in 2 days... back to a backwards society which I am apparently supposed to learn something from. (no offense) I did after all learn the unexpected... which I will reveal later on.

But I know... somehow... someone somewhere's always got my back.

The Soul of Art

The definition of art comes in variations. To me… art is seeing the beauty in everything. You cannot tell a person what beauty should look like. You cannot define beauty by mere words. Beauty lies only within those who see it to be. And those who don't would describe something else to be beautiful. Beauty is only beautiful when it is recognized.

Art is bringing out beauty to the eyes of those who didn't see it in its usual form. It awakens feelings, passions, emotions.

Since artists have different aspects that trigger their feelings, their arts come in different forms to correspond to that feeling, therefore no one whatsoever is eligible to tell an artist what his artwork should look like. Artists do not negotiate their feelings no more than they negotiate their art. Artists are their own masters in what they create.

Art has no rules. No boundaries.

The only boundary art has.. is the extent of your imagination.

^That's my definition of art.

No this image is not to the extent of my imagination... i can go further :p... it's just a start.
let's just say every artwork I draw is a start to something bigger. I can only hope I reach a point one day where I would say "yes, this is it!"

Out of Bed

I am in a pissed mood today... I was not woken up the way I hoped to be... I am supposeto be leaving here 12... I get a call from my stepmum 8 am while I'm fast asleep asking me when I'm leaving (when I already bloody told her yesterday).
Mornings are the wrong time to call me... I couldn't think on the phone... I was like "uhh...I don't know, let me go check".... I go to my laptop.... check the timetable... try to call back from my mobile>> no credit. So I was forced to go all the way down just to call her (while in face she was just in her room)... and when I was done...I planned to go straight to sleep. I come back and find my bed being stripped off naked for cleaning.
Now here I am... and I am pissed :XD:

What's pissing me off even more now... is I couldn't find a decent picture to put in here from my usual deviantart cuz obviously anything to do with the word bed brings out nudity.

Competition Has No Limits... Competition Has No Mercy

Let me explain the situation before I head into anything. I've been living with the students of the foundation year ever since I joined uni... and the foundation year students may well be consideres amatuers. But since this is my first year I had to join them. Now that I passed the tests of the foundation and moved straight to my major... I have the choice to live with the bigger girls.
Except that I was already settled where I was... but I had a problem and still do.

The foundation year girls are loud like any you ever meet. They're LOUD in their talk, loud in the night... loud in the afternoon. there's hardly a time they're not loud... and one day it got to the extent of me marching out of my room and going after them.

Tee: would you most awefully mind being quiet

Girls: (fall silent and turn their backs talking)

Tee: You BETTER SHUT THE HELL UP

Girls: (stop in their tracks and all look at me.... dead silent)

one of the girls: There's no need to shout

Tee: is there not?

Girl: that's very disrespectful

Tee: and you shouting around the corridors is respectful surely.

(The bigger girls walk over to that girl and tell her to stop arguing with me... then they ask me to calm down... and I just walked into my room banging my door shut)

Now in that scenario I was as angry as ever....

I asked for the loud girls' names and told my stepmother I need to change dorms. She told me I've the possibility of moving in the other side of campus where the older girls are. i asked whether any rooms were free there, she answers:

mom: that doesn't matter.

Tee: so you'll kick any girl from there to give me a room? (shocked)

mom: Tee... it's honorable of you to think that way... but seriously... stop worrying about others... this is a competition... people take what they can get, not make way for others... you'll never get anywhere if you're like that.

Guys..... anyone reading this.... I think the title says it all... and I am still startled and confused. Is this the way it should be?

Jibber Jabber, Blibber Blabber

Sooo... I feel strangely stiff and unusual... ... ...
I didn't save the world as I promised myself to do when I was a child... oh well.

Exams are nearing... not a good sign... nope.. no no.
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Been busy being entertained but "Finding Neverland", "POTC 2" and "Memoirs of a Geisha"... in which I started loathing the very look of the mirror. Geishas are fabulous... as artists that is.

Down to the point... getting on the net was quite a hassle previously... and now I have net in my dorms so that's halelluja to me...
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5th point for this entry... I have never seen any type of girls ever giving ruder stares to each other more than arabs. Why look at other girls with such distaste and jelousy?... Are they that insecure and unconfident?
Why is it that when I talk to some girls here they look as if I came from the other end of the world?

Girl: Tee, where are you from?

Me: Oman...

Girl: You're Omani??!! Where from??

Me: Nizwa

Girl: Are you serious??!! Here??!!! Can't be!!!

Me: *stares at her*... (I've given up asking why and what makes them so surprised... I know why.. I've seen them look at foreigners in a way that there's no way they'll live up to them.)

I remember being thought to be either a bahraini or jordanian or zanzibari or lebanese<<(It's obviously not right but that lebanese comment nevertheless damn right flattered me, yet also confirmed to me how clueless and under the rocks these girls are)...

but something took that wonder away and replaced it with distainment

I asked the girl once again why she finds me or some of the other girls she pointed out to be non-omani.
She said because you're fair and somehow look different (usually features they find amazing).

Now this is the thing with the Omanies here... are they trying to say Omanies usually look ugly?... ok yes... I've seen a lot of ugliness I admit... but there are some really pretty ones... why the hell do I hear them putting themselves down??
There's nothing I hate more than to see people feeling sorry for themselves and talk so lowly. It lets the little respect I have for them fade.

I just feel like I want to get that chair over there and throw it at her.

Blogger's Block

Terribly sorry for delaying the update. And to be honest neither is this a decent update cuz I'm having what I'd probably call a Blogger's Block. Even though I have loads of things to talk about... it's just too much I don't know where to start and where to end. ...
The topics are so random... my mind's pending.

I'll try being around ... until thunder rumbles and perhaps luckily awakens my brainstorm.

Nizwa Word Inventions

"With ignorance comes creativity"

That's a lesson one of the professors was trying to teach us in Linguistics.

And he Proved it!!! It was Hilarious... what happened was as follows:

Prof: Another way of having new words added into a language is backwards inventions.

Backwards inventions is when one derives a word from another language instead of deriving it from the root. Like "Editor"

Editor was a word in itself... it was derived from another language... people were ignorant about that fact and thought editor had a root word "Edit". And that's how the new word "edit" was brought into the language.

Students: *laugh*

Prof: see how ignorance can be useful?... let's take a live example then shall we?... Give me the root word of "assumption"

Students: *uncertainly shout out* "Assump"!!!

Prof: Assump??... really??... Do you know you've just come up with a word I never heard... nor does it even exist in the english language. The root word for assumption is assume.

*Pause*

Prof: but who knows... perhaps assump would become a new word in the English language invented by 7atharatkum, Nizwa students!!...

After all even though it's ignorance... some use can come out of it.
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Me: tssssk.... ignorance indeed.

Can't Seem To Pull It Off Right!

Alright!!! That's it!!!... I'm gonna have to let this out somehow...
I'm starting to HATE giving presentations cuz NOTHING I say turns out right!!!

1st presentation was about the reformation period. I said almost ALL there was to say about it and the professor said he would consider it a 4/10 because I didn't mention it's impact on the Renaissance Period.

He could've said write about the reformation's impact on the renaissance and not simply the reformation then, surely?

2nd presentaion he told me to talk about Percy Shelley, so that's who I talked about... Percy Shelley!!... but nooo, I did equally bad because I talked about the person.... not his impact on the Romantic Period.
well isn't Percy Shelley the bloody person??!!!

is this my daftness or his English failure in passing the message?

I'm really pissed this will start affecting my marks!!!

Next time, if EVER he asked me to talk about let's say "Satan" I won't. I'll talk about his bloody IMPACT on my bloody thoughts, this very bloody Period!!

Words Unspoken

Words Unspoken

From far within the widest seas
In waters cold and oceans deep
There will be times, when heedless rhymes
Will throw in words for minds to keep

Those words that form one's true concern
With which those eyes would start to weep
One's pointless aim, to give the blame
To minor numbers down the heap

Yet nameless folk would neither care
Nor try to see how things would be
If those who play, would stop their way
And leave their place in history

Then times will come and leave its age
To where its age decides to be
And those who claim, to know the game
Know naught of its adversary

2007
TripleTee

This was a poem I wrote at a moment when my nerves were almost at an end from a forum I partly moderate together with a number of admins and moderators. That would be English Sabla.
That day I started realizing and understanding how certain moderators used to feel and what they had to deal with.
Some started dictating to me that I was wrong in my judgements and perhaps I was, the team themselves responded little, yet showed support in public.
Certain things can be hectic and you can't always please everyone. You try and get snapped at in return.
This poem was just something I happened to feel like writing at a blink of an eye.
Everything has its ups and downs. However, there will be a time when I'll decide to move on and inshalla find myself a better successor.

But ofcourse only when my nerves can't support it anymore... which is a difficult level to reach.

20 Years Later

So I've outlived 20 years now... my last birthday was no doubt amongst the ones I enjoyed the most. I got well wishes from some I never thought would actually remember, so it made me pretty happy, not to mention having 2 cakes made for me.
I just wanted to thank my dear friend SteLLa and her family for granting me that day. I feel like nothing I do could possibly repay that.
In addition to my Blind_Melon :p and her friend whom I had the pleasure of meeting that day.
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If anyone wondered how I feel... well.. I feel not ready... somehow 20 means entering the age of adulthood.... no more teen in the picture. I feel like I have no choice but to go through it and face what the coming years hold for me. In a way the thought scares me. And despite me having a fortune teller << not exactly... just someone who studied my zodiac sign and the exact day and time I was born to tell me about myself.... well despite of her telling me I have a prosperous future due to my personality. Knowing how much I distrust predictions I don't feel any more confident.
Well... who knows... I'll just cross my fingers and try climbing those stairs once again. Perhaps start a new page.

An Old Tree

Through my days I've grown deep roots

Going down to ancient mines

Arrows, armors, scripts and flutes

Dating from beyond the times

Through those times I've lived to see

Streaks of endless history

I have seen what used to be

Secrets kept a mystery

I'm an old unheeded tree

Yet my age goes far beyond

Every day some pass by me

Unaware of times I bond

All the time such natures form

Full of signs and tracks of old

All this time those days once norm

Have become long tales untold

2007

all rights reserved

Tee

Recently

Yess... I'm back in Uni and finally managed to find a way to update somehow. Sorry for the long delay. Still don't have my laptop but I'm doing fine I guess.

Let's see... since I've limited time I'll make this quick:
Recent Random Thoughts.
-Finished giving a presentation about the Reformation period before the Renaissance and the reign of Queen Elizabeth I... Basically talked about Martin Luther and King Henry VIII. (yes I'm showing off my Literature now)

-Getting used to the system here... I realized once you know your way around you've got further options as long's you know how to go by finding them. Somehow... I'm getting familiar with the phrase "There's no point of what you have if you don't know how to use it"

-I saw my mother in uni :o... no... the 2nd version of my mother in uni... a girl... her reactions, her personality, her jokes, her expressions..... are almost identical to my mom!!!!.... if I didn't know better and know my mom was still alive I woulda thought this girl's her reincarnation.

-I think I'm familiar with around over 100 girls now... all of which either live with me or come from outer space... hostels...
I met 3000 aliens>> which is just about the number of undergraduates and graduates we have here... since they're all alike... probably my group of friends and I are the aliens. Ironically.

-I'm learning how to cook Omani food... which the girls here are experienced in like they know their own names.

-I got a 3.4 GPA... due to me ditching one subject... it lowered my mark by 5... and no... I refrained from ditching any more... honest.

there's a lot more to say but I guess I'll leave it for later...
Bottomline is all's well my side...
hope all's well with you fine readers..

Crashed

I want to apologize and announce that I won't be updating for a while due to my laptop crashing. Of all parts the motherboard.... what luck eh?

well I hope I'll manage to get back to motion soon and make up for the delay.

Tag, you are it.

Tagged by dearest 3anooda & Blind Melon:

What will happen to your e-mail when you die?
Float in cyber space until it gets deleted.

Did you try once to give the password to someone? If yes, what kind of relation that you have with this person to trust him/her and give him/her the key of your secrets?
I have... basically because I have no secrets worth hiding from them and because I don't believe they've got any interest or objective to do anything with it. :p

Your famous nickname among your Friends?
Tee

Your age?
19

Your horoscope?
Pisces

Your qualifications?
English Literature

Your character "personality"?
Like doing things my way, and don't like being told what to do

What travel means to you?
Seeing new places, new people, new cultures... etc.

What do you purchase?
What I need (and sometimes what I like :p)

Your time out of peak
Net, games, books, music...... Net...

Features taken from your dad
Confidence
Pride
Eyes, hands and feet :p
Persistence
Leadership qualities

Features taken from your mom
Stubborness
Persistence
being out-going
Kindness
Hi spirits
High self-esteem

The most 6 things you hate-
-people who're 2 faced
-people who give no face
-arrogance
-jelousy
-people who're full of themselves.
-extremists

The most 6 things you love-
-those with high intelligence levels
-the way lawyers think
-cinematic sequences
-stories with morals
-art in all its forms
-loyalty

What a job means to you
Independence

What computer and internet mean to you
-The world in digital form

You would like to pass this tag to:-
M987
Oblivious
Nicobambi
Nella
Phat

Outraged

For these various reasons:

-I can't find my mouse... (been looking for it for ages now and I just can't seem to find it... I soo badly want to draw something good but I can't do that without it... for heaven's sake, people who take such things should at least have the courtesy to tell me. Let me just get my hands on that bro of mine. It MUST be him)

-I'm running out of coloring ideas to make my drawings look like the exact images I have in mind. My outcome's never the same. It's starting to worry me.

-I'm starting to hate Oman's weather now a days. The temperature's just perfect for spreading fevers. I feel a fever's going to hit me all over again. If it was a hint colder or warmer I would've at least known what to wear.

Now it's back to wearing that pink jacket and hope my cat won't attack me again.

As usual... been lazing around in that exact spot you see almost all day.

Trying to decide which software will suit my drawing requirements to make the image I have in mind...

This must be friday's curse... annoying things always happen on this day...
wonder what the zodiac sign says about Pisces and Fridays?... Surely not their lucky day?

Absent Minded

I was in one of the rooms upstairs where there's wireless connection, and usually when the browser stops working I go down to the library to switch off the ADSL and switch it back on again.

Today I went down with the intention of going to the library to do that... except that instead of stopping down the stairs... I continued walking all the way down to the kitchen... and once I was there I stopped still... stood there for 5 minutes... wondered what I was there for.

If only you knew how far the kitchen is from the library... and how long I walked all the way down before I actually remembered that's not where I wanted to go.

I'm really wondering what'll happen when I grow old.