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Inspiration Renewed (Tolkien's Brilliance)

2011-02-22T13:57:00.009+04:00

Here's a background on my most favored author that most people do not know. Anyone who read his books and watched the movies not knowing its history would not do it justice. So I have taken the liberty of posting it here for anyone interested.

I have always been a big fan of J.R.R.Tolkien's novels but not until today did I find out what made his stories so mind boggling. If I were to write a paper praising his profound ideas and intentions I could write books on it. It was rare to see someone embedded with what I would consider true Christian values whether I believed in them or not, and even though many might not agree with the fact that his stories proved to be the best, no one could deny that they were and still are the most original and most creative works of all time, because that is what they are.

J.R.R. Tolkien was a professor of ancient languages and mythology in Oxford University. He started writing his first novel 'The Hobbit' at around 1925 with his first lines 'In a hole in the ground there lives a hobbit'. Little did he know that that was going to be the start of a long journey to the trilogy of 'Lord of the Rings' and the most favored fantasy novel to many.

I first read 'The Hobbit' and 'Lord of the Rings' when I was 11 years old. My brother introduced them to me as being his favorite books and as a younger sister who grew accustomed to copying him, I of course aimed to read them too. That was the first inspiration I received to becoming an author myself. My goals however similar were still completely different, and only recently did I find out how different they were. The dreams I had of creating a fantasy world of my own were mere artistic and inventive hopes of an artist who would do it for pleasure and self-satisfaction. The world Tolkien created was made to become a practiced culture that England would take as a base for English Mythology and Literature. He wanted to give England and the English language a rich history because he was disappointed that English back then had no substance or long background or real culture for that matter. It used to be a primitive language spoken by the commoner where French used to be the prestigious one before the rise of the Shakespearean era.

Tolkien did not create a mere story. He created history, and culture that was supposed to have happened at a given point of a given time. For that was the way his books were written. They were written chronologically as historical documents. The stories of Middle-Earth were supposed to have happened during the pagan pre-Christian age that had long been forgotten by mankind. And all that was made believable despite the surreal elements added to it. 'The Hobbit' and the 'Lord of the Rings' are fantasy stories. They did not happen in the past, but the fundamental ideas of them did. Just as the fundamental ideas of Greek Mythologies such as Homer's Iliad and Odyssey, Virgil's Aeneid and every other myth told before that were believed to be true.

That is because the general stories and wars did happen. We are sitting here today because our forefathers fought and risked their lives for the lives we now live. That was the allegory and essence of the history of Middle-Earth. That is what fascinated me even more. I was not reading the works of a mere fantasy but the very heart of a pagan, heroic humanity.

The difference in cultures and art of each ethnic background he created. The languages were real languages he invented from scratch, they were not mere gibberish.

To think that such a world and all its details could be created and brought together by one man which naturally would have taken civilizations to develop, reflected J.R.R.Tolkien's brilliance.

I am now convinced that the idol I chose to follow was better than I could have hoped for.

Even though my goals differ in matter and in manner, and whatever I chose to create would never hold anything to Tolkien's historical legends, I nevertheless hope to make my stories as authentic as he had made his.

I am also glad I got the chance to base my Batchelor's project on his works. This post was written as a result of that. lol.

My Idiotic Views

2011-02-11T11:10:00.003+04:00

Not 2 days ago I was asked to give an opinion on what was going on in Egypt. Why? To be made fun of. Because I’m known for not being informed or for not really caring about political events that do not concern or affect me or my country. Therefore I am ‘literally’ an idiot.

Just to clarify, the word idiot is not what you think. It’s not a synonym for dumb. The literal and original word ‘idiot’ was given to people who did not give any importance to the political world. They’re people who locked themselves up or lived in their own bubble not knowing what was going on around them.

I would not say I’m completely like that, but I will give in to it for now because to sum it all up I don’t really care. Let me explain why I don’t care. 1. Because I am not involved (now I know people reading this will say: so you only care about things you’re involved in? What about others, they don’t matter?) thus my second point. 2. I am not in the position to do anything about it.

Now if I am neither involved nor influential (and I would give this message out to anyone who fits that description as well) then the best thing to do is to shut the hell up. If people do not intend to do anything about anything, then they should stop blabbering because I doubt anyone in Egypt wants someone watching the news with sympathy and what not. The whole ‘awwww poor egypt’ scenario. What they really want is for you to get off your ass and protest along or actually DO something about it, whatever it is. Now how exactly will me caring and giving a bloody opinion actually affect anyone? That’ll just make me as pathetic as those old men who blabber away opinions and carry out debates on TV and do NOTHING. For isn’t that what politics is all about?

The other question I believe was stupid was ‘what do you think is going to happen?’ Obviously being expected to give out an intelligent prediction.

Now i know this is a fun game and making an intelligent prediction would be curious. But does that really determine intelligence? Can anyone actually determine intelligence from predictions? What’s the point of predicting when anything could happen... you might be right or wrong. And if you were wrong... does that then mean you’re stupid? So unless you were a seer... again you’re being asked a pointless question.

I think at this point, I’m content being an idiot.

I think I should just sit an IQ test and give the results to people who keep trying to test me. It’s unfathomable how I get judged by the stupidest of questions. And the thought that I’m ignorant or uneducated seems to secretly be my parents’ opinions too. That does not bode well for me. ‘Cause the moment they lose faith in you in a country like this is the moment you won’t be allowed to grow up till you prove them wrong. And I’m sure many of you know how impressing a parent is near to impossible.

My pessimistic feeling, especially where I came from is that being a woman is already unimpressive in itself. And many of my kind would have to pay for a ‘fault’ they did not commit. For had I been a guy, I’m sure my opinions would have been respected and not set aside as ignorance. I’m almost certain of it.

My Finally Remembered Reoccurring Dream

2011-01-15T08:56:00.006+04:00

I just woke up from the most insane dream and though I usually forget most my dreams I was fortunate enough to remember this one. This is going to be a little complicated to explain and the only place I could think of saving it is here.

Now I guess I know from Inception that when you appear in a dream you never know how you get there XD.

I don't remember the very beginning but I do remember my stepfamily were around and we were taking them site seeing to a place I knew very well. It's not just because I happen to know it very well in the dream... I really do know it well because I dreamed about that place so many times before and it keeps reoccurring in most my dreams. I am thrilled now that I remember some of the details.

The place I'm talking about is not pleasant orrr safe. It's dark, it's in a sort of large cave and it's extremely dangerous, but then again it's not just a cave like al-hoota or anything... it's somewhere between a mine with a lot of metalwork and Moria (if anyone ever watched lotr), to explain better... though it is huge, the scary part is the ways are not safe, some are narrow, most ways are made with those steel tracks that have rusted over time

and feel like they could give way any minute... and that would matter... that would matter a great deal because some areas in this cave go so deep down that you can't see what's down there and the metal is your only support. Then there is the circular nightmare, my most feared part of the cave. Imagine you are in a high place and you're supposed to pass a circular narrow steel track with no support whatsoever except for a rope with some handles to hold on to as you walk across the wriggly metal curves that are not standing still by the way. they move around sometimes, so that knowing where to keep your feet might be tricky.

I did this before in my dreams and I believe I managed to pass it twice. I managed to do it with less fear because i thought the second time that I'll never have to come back here again. The family seemed to be excited about it and I kept wondering whether they knew what was at stake. Apparently they had an inkling and brought certain props to demonstrate. I found they even got a small version of the circular pathway. I thought I'd test myself on that. So I went on it with one of my step cousins in the bottom helping to move the paths around as I try to cross them. She was around 16 and was getting tired of moving things around because I was taking my sweet time passing very slowly. A fall from here might be just painful, a fall from the real thing would be my death. Because here at least I know I'm falling on solid ground that isn't too high. There I'm falling into a dark depth I cannot even see the end of. It's like realizing you just fell off an aeroplane. You would not want to live through the remainder of the fall wondering when you're going to hit the bottom.

So when I was too slow on the prop my step cousin got very impatient and her mom kept telling her to bear with it and give me a chance. She could see that I was scared and I could tell from my poor demonstration that she doubted I've actually ever been to the cave before. After stumbling a few times I fell. I fell on the ground and they laughed because I probably looked funny. But to me... figuring a mistake like that would mean I'm not fit to cross such an area a third time... I WILL die.

So why did I not say anything about how dangerous it was? Because I think they knew it was dangerous and I didn't want to sound like a pussy. Make sense?

But since this was a dream I suddenly appeared in the cave alone, out of nowhere. All by myself, no one was around me except when I paid attention, there was a white clad guy by the end of the circular path waiting for me. This time it was the real cave and I was a few paces away from the circular thing I JUST failed to pass the small version of a few minutes ago. I knew I couldn't go back because the rest of the path backwards isn't safe either. I had to grit my teeth and do it. But what was that guy doing there? He didn't smile at me or anything... if anything he gave me an evil stare.

The place behind the circular doom always used to look like laboratories. and the lights around were green. I just never knew people actually worked there still, so it was creepy. I thought I wanted to get this over with so I ignored him and held the handles on the hanging rope to start. My fear was genuine. I wanted to avoid falling by all costs. But did you think he just stood there watching? No, he started distracting me... I ignored.. a lot of things happened... maybe even flashbacks from the other times I crossed this path, and the people I used to be with... I believe I remembered their advices and hints on what to do when I wanted to cross this place again. I remember seeing a face of someone I dreamt of before.. It was a guy with shoulder length black hair... I remember I liked him, but there's no one in real life I know with that description so I assumed he was a figment of my imagination. After these flashbacks I found myself falling with my hand still holding the handles on the rope. I was determined not to let go. I failed to pass and now my only chance of survival was to keep holding on to the rope. so what did you think that white clad guy of whom I could only assume was a scientist or researcher was doing?... He was trying to cut off the rope. So I had to find a place to swing to . By swinging I got the rope out of his reach and landed in a weird place. Where? Apparently there was a war in the caves. And I landed on a windowsill of where they kept the weird species they made... those species were extremely huge and looked dangerous. One of them looked dinosaur-like and would have reached out to me if I didn't move to the other sill. I kept moving till I found another huge animal I could not describe. They all seemed to have wings or some sort of limb that would help them fly and I reached the last sill where I found other humans riding something that wasn't so frightening. they took me in. Turned out they were the Royal family of that area getting ready for war and asked me to join in. They resembled Prince Charles and his sons... don't get me wrong, they looked different and I never met any of them anyway, but they sort of resembled them in a way. How did my dream switch to this? I don't know. But I was glad I no longer faced the danger of falling.

The narrow paths might look something like this

That's when I woke up.

I tried to write all the details I could remember. The image of the cave is something I want to keep.

Sounds like a nightmare in a book doesn't it? Well I do have my exams this week and I do dread the outcome of this month since it's my last semester.... I think that is why I had this dream... and I don't feel like it will have a happy ending.

I will try to draw the scenes from my head the next time I have time.

To The Idiot

2010-09-07T20:01:00.005+04:00

I have many things to say to that idiot who complained about my personal space online to my parents. How low can a person stoop to be bothered with other people's lives. Especially when that person is a stranger who neither knows nor cares about him. To be complained about for having what was deemed culturally inappropriate on FB. If the idiot is reading, he's the best example of Omani Jerks who've nothing better to do than gloat at other people's girls because their lives're full of uselessness.

I may have made the mistake of not privatizing my info to avoid such people which I now managed, but I ask myself what he was doing checking out my space in the first place, and how many things he would have on his own FB probably far worse than I ever thought of doing. But since he's given the freedom to do as he pleases no one's there to lekh him with a khaizaran (whip him with a stick) unlike most unfortunate girls in this country. This is the example of many Arab men who make themselves look like they're worth something over women. And usually the woman would be in a delicate situation if her family were not reasonable. Which is luckily not the case with me. I promise you an ass like that's been messing with the wrong person. Because unlike other women, I will not sit by and cower... I'll put you back to your stinking place whoever the hell you think you are.

TripleTee

Don't I?

2010-08-02T23:54:00.007+04:00

Dear blog,

Sitting around the table, we were having dinner. I don't remember how our conversation turned into people who are money spenders vs. those who're not. My father claimed he was a saver, and pointed out that my stepmother was a spender. She was not exactly happy to be called that (naturally). To even things out I voluntarily announced I was a spender too... because to me, money is earned to be spent. That may have been a mistake... next thing I know the comeback was that I do not know the value of money, and the only time I would get to know it is when I start working for it. To save myself I mentioned that my brother was a spender too (since my parents have always been fond of him... and the fact that he's working and still spending was an act to get me out of the fire). My father's defence was that my brother knew that he would always be able to make more... which is why he felt safe spending. He got a scholarship and was always secured one way or another. I didn't.

I guess my stepmum was right in mentioning that I would value money more when I start working... but she was wrong about one thing. The fact that I don't value it right now. Don't I?

My brother and I are as different as night and day. Being a scholarship student he never hesitated to ask my father whenever he needed anything, because he believed he deserved it, which he of course did. I on the other hand didn't get a scholarship as a result of my carelessness. The subject of asking my father for anything was always twice as hard for me, because I never believed I deserved it. In fact I do my best to avoid asking him, even during times when I need it. A few times resulted in my parents getting mad at me for not telling them when I needed things.

But this isn't something I could tell them is it? It's just what it is. It's just who I am.

Don't I value money?

Who knows...

Merlin (brief review)

2010-07-19T20:19:00.004+04:00

I'm addicted to this newly discovered English series. Thanks to Violet >.>

seems like a retelling of the famous (King Arthur, sword in the stone, Merlin) chain of English folklore. And it's apparently being told in a different way this time.

Well leaving aside the magic and my love for fantasy... I also very much enjoyed the reality of the society it showed which I think is still going on now a days. Society ranks and how a servant's words aren't counted as much as a noble's as well as how they were treated. I could go on.

I just think it reflects many problems going on in real life. I'm curious how the story will carry on. I guess I'd recommend it to anyone. Cuz I luurrv it!

Tagged by Threadlike (7 Facts Abt Me)

2010-03-23T18:27:00.004+04:00

It's the first tag I got since ages so I'll do the honor of answering it. I won't be doing tags after this.

7 facts about me?... some you might not like... but whatever and with all honesty.. they're below.

1-I was born the shiest girl of all the land. It does not appear that way now. Practiced.

2-I'm temperemental. Only I will not show it until I reach a certain point. Even though I may not appear angry at times know that my insides may be burning.

3-I look down on most Arab women. Their helplessness and lack of ambition make me feel like they deserve the treatment they get.

4-I hate killing any sort of life form. Not that I'm that sentimental. But I'd rather throw bugs out of the my room than kill them.

-because killing them is gross.

It's a fact that if I had to cut my own cow... I'd be vegetarian.

5-I HATE being in a hurry. I get vicious if someone tells me to hurry up with something. I'm a person who would prefer to start earlier so I can take my time.

6-I hate to be told what to do :).... that is by far the truest fact of all. I do not mind advice, but being told what to do is the last thing I'll appreciate. I know no one likes it but my dislike for it is over the top more so than others.

7-I don't care what people think.I don't care for reputation or society... unlike many omanies here. If I had the choice I would live my life as I please whether people would look well upon it or not. the only reason I can't do that is because my family members care too much for such things.

I guess that'll do.

One of My First Lyrics (Time for You to Rise)

2010-03-13T12:57:00.004+04:00

This song was meant for a manga/anime 'Alumni' that I'm trying to make.

I made up the words for 2 songs so far... All that's left is to turn them into ones which my friends and I will be working on. Here are the lyrics of the 2nd.
The first was a love melody 'I'm About to Fly'... I decided to share the second... it's a sort of combat music to which the Lyrics areee...

Do you feel the whisper in the air?
The melodies it sings
Get on your feet it says to you
Get on and spread your wings
These are the days for you to rise
And soar above the skies
It’s time for you to use your strength
And savour all your ties

Chorus

As far up as mountains reach
You will climb the angles steep
As far down as oceans go
You will dive to bottoms low
It is time for you to rise
Time to savour all your ties
It is time and time won’t stop
Not until you reach the top
Let us wipe out all those lies
It is time for you to rise

Do you see the thunderstorm?
Do you sense the hurricane?
You will have to walk it through
Through the wind and through the rain
Get on your feet they say to you
Get back on and spread your wings

Chorus

Thought I'd make it simple. Songs should be like that no? well when the music's done will post it here. :p

Dear Reader

2010-02-25T17:54:00.005+04:00

I know I haven't updated my blog in a while. Truth is I've been busy designing it as you can see. (if you're using Internet Explorer you probably won't see what I mean since it for some reason doesn't show the background... I recommend firefox).

I've a few more things to do on this blog such as my music box and Links to My Manga blog.
So I'll be pending till I'm done with all that. Thank you for your patience :p

(Did any of that just sound like a phone operator... )

Myself; Yourself

2010-01-29T19:11:00.002+04:00

I just like this song... don't ask why. So I'm just gonna post it here.

Let bygones be bygones?

2010-01-21T15:50:00.007+04:00

I went through a hell lot of embarrassing moments that made me feel like a loser in the past year. I had no idea I suffered from a low self-esteem until I experienced them. You know when you feel like the earth should barry and hide you from the world's eyes. So what now?... I don't feel ready to come out and forget about it. But I can't hide in here forever, can I?... XD...

What about those I embarrassed myself in front of? I know I can't please the world but... I keep getting an urge to one up them. My friends told me this competitive ego could turn into an obsession. And that I was selfish for not letting it go and moving on.
Really?
Perhaps...
Or perhaps this is just who I am.
I can go on pretending it doesn't matter to me... but I know the wheels in my head are still stubbornly turning. >.> It's like a burning fiery monster...
It keeps telling me, make yourself better and laugh at their faces. Is that really bad?

Not really... I think I'll rather enjoy it.
:)
But until I get that self-esteem back... I'll be hiding here XD *embarrassed smile*

Know what I'm talking about? *scratches head*
hehe...

The Novelist's Tohru- coloured

2009-12-25T22:41:00.012+04:00

This image was sketched by the Non-crowned Princess (here) in her blog and I felt like coloring it in since I liked the simple lines.

For the record Princess... the sketch itself was traced and I slightly changed a few angles and measurements for accuracy. I hope you don't mind.

Original Sketch

Traced

Coloured

BG Added

Of course the BG could be a lot better but I'm not fond of spending too much time on one thing.

What say you? Look anything like Tohru? :p
Hope you like it :)

I Will Get There...

2009-12-21T15:15:00.008+04:00

An example of a heroine with stern eyes. One who never shed a tear in her endeavors. She still reaches out to her intended goal though it appears far out of her reach. Her torn clothes and worn out state of mind do not seem to affect her determination. Though she doubts she will get there, she still has a longing to do so. And this hand gesture and gaze mean that even though the chances are not in her favor, for some reason, the candle of hope still burns in her chest, making her determined not to give up.
"I will eventually reach you... One way or another..."

I was lucky to draw this expression... the sketch probably portrays her personality better because the coloring of the finished artwork is simple.
But it's the look on her face that I wanted to pass. They say actions speak louder than words...
This girl represented all the words I had in mind.

I Hate the Farm!

2009-12-09T16:46:00.004+04:00

I literally despise our farm... I am tired of having to pretend that I like it just to spare my parents' feelings. My dad precisely since he worked hard on it. I hate it because I'm always forced to go there even though I so badly want to return to the city. I am not a country girl and I am not old enough to retire and settle down with the cows, goats and camels. And what more... I am not even going to inherit this place if my dad passed away. Someone please tell me what the point is.

This is HIS thing... not mine... HE's the one enjoying it, not me. Most of the times I've nothing to do there. Now again I'm being forced to go there and sit around... I'm in the car going there as I write here. I am that pissed I had to let it out somewhere.........
bugger....

Luck Does Not Exist?

2009-11-24T11:13:00.006+04:00

So apparently I hear luck does not exist. I'm curious to hear people's opinions on this. There was a discussion in the girl's dorm on whether there was such a thing as luck or not. I was completely with the fact that a person could get lucky and a friend retaliated with the fact that whatever happens happens due to coincidence, not luck. It was a very confusing discussion. Then another suggested for the word luck to be defined and I defined it as.

*Something good that happens that does not usually happen or that has a small chance of happening*

So what about the lottery? If I won a car tomorrow... I'd be considered lucky... others did not agree... they said it was coincidence... not luck. Because if a person bought 10 tickets and another bought 1 it's not necessary that the one who got 10 would win. He just has a higher chance of winning. I did not understand how that statement negates the existence of luck exactly. Cuz to me the person who gets the ticket in the end is the one who got lucky no matter how many tickets he bought.

I got torn in between and wasn't able to decide yesterday though.

However, I decided today that I still believe in luck. I believe luck exists because I am not the only one living on earth. There are other people as well. Which means I do not have power over everything... and the things I don't have power over... could either go with or against me according to how lucky I would get. (which means how many things would go with or against me) Luck does not label a person as a fortunate or unfortunate fellow. It's not a supernatural power... it's merely the definition above. And to me, the definition above DOES exist. If something good happens to you that does not usually happen it means you got lucky.
I believe yesterday's confusion was due to the wrong definition or interpretation of luck.
So I'll just agree to disagree.

What do you think?

Come for Auditions

2009-11-14T21:08:00.006+04:00

So we're setting up a poster to announce the timings of auditions for several plays. My friend came up with Sam says... I want you. All that came up in my mind after that was a witch pointing and staring. So I drew the adorable lady down here.

sketch

^The sketch is up there if you're interested.

She says, 'we'll be waiting for you'...

so what do you think?
would she make you want to come for auditions? :p

Prologue To The Exes 2

2009-10-29T22:27:00.010+04:00

I finally started writing the first chapter of the second sequel to The Exes. I thought I might share the prologue here. Those who read the first one will recognize the characters. Those who haven't however will understand the story later on anyway.

Prologue
From The Past

Across azure skies a bunch of tiny leaves drifted into emptiness and solitude. Neither sound of breath nor feel of existence were evident. Yet past its eerie atmosphere a spark of light found its way through withered ruins. Bright and beautiful as a river of shining pearls, water springs flowed around an old room that was long forgotten. The rays fell over faded pages and blunt edges. As discolored as the papers were, in it so vaguely the words appeared. Every page filled with memory. Every page filled with legends hardly spoken of.

Those inscriptions marked earlier times; an age before many generations. It was the ancient history of when Exes and humans used to cross similar paths. When conflicts did not take place, until human greed overclouded their minds. Dust and ash got swept from the pages as the wind blew by. The words written, now appearing more clearly, read:

October, 1701 AD

There have been many sleepless nights. The fires burnt higher and the cries of the two races could still be heard from a distance. I sat huddled on my chair with a nearly overused smoking pipe. How did it come to this? Events have taken a turn beyond my better judgment. Why did it come to this?

They speak of humanity, of freedom, and here they pretend to fight for it. Was it just my illusion or was that a mask to obscure their true objective? Where have the friendships and fellowships gone? Where has the blissful unity gone?

This is something far from all of that. Lord Agean started a massacre that should not have been. The Exes showed nothing but kindness to us. They looked to our every whim and well being. To what extent did this greed take us?

By edge of axe the Exes were gradually annihilated. I spoke to Vladimir with such shame. He was alert and watchful, hiding in my hut. His eyes struck with fear. His youth bore all the signs of the Ex race. I knew his presence here was no longer safe and I watched him with sympathy. I saw in him such a nobility that humans were not worthy of. His dead silence showed his agony and despair.

“What’s going on Master Sage?” said he with a saddened voice of a helpless child. “Why are we fighting?”

“I could give you a reason my boy, but it would not be a just one,” said I, all sorts of passion and hatred passing through me. “It’s not safe for you to stay here any longer Vladimir.”

The young Ex slightly nodded his head in understanding, looking silently out of the window, his eyes stained with tears at the sight of his hometown.

November, 1702 AD

It had already been a few months since the Exes vanished. My heart skipped a few beats at the thought of their extinction and I prayed to god for the young Ex to be safe. Then coming events changed the course of time and I stumbled across a map that concealed within a clue I was not aware of. A sacred crescent they said held the silhouette of what looked like an orb. The engravings were deep and the paper seemed to have been torn carelessly out of a book from the lord’s cabin. I retraced the tracks and retreated to the library. What may seem insignificant to the eye bore a great purpose, and from the descriptions that followed the map, I knew this war was not over.

End of Prologue. The story barely started yet. But I always tend to speak of the past before I head to the present. I'll leave the rest to your imagination and the book.

The Fruits of My Boredom and Lack of Respect

2009-10-21T20:26:00.007+04:00

This is a poem I wrote during uni's most boring lecture given by the most boring professor.
Someone I recently lost respect for... why?
because I have a feeling I know more about the subject he's teaching than he does. All he ever did was read from the book and explain what he was reading in a very unprofessional and bad way. I actually believe some students would be able to explain things better than him.

As he was explaining something about the meaning of linguistic intuition. He only explained how linguistic intuition could be acquired... but he apparently couldn't explain or define what linguistic intuition was in the first place... I mean I KNEW what it was... but I wanted to see how he would explain it... so I asked. He answered with.... 'you get it after going through experience in a language'.... so I asked again by saying... I know how it's acquired... my question was... what IS it??
His answer then was.... 'This means you didn't read....'
Was asking for a simple definition too much to answer?? And perhaps people read but they don't understand?? Is it not his job to explain it?
It was obvious that he didn't know how to answer the question and went into something completely irrelevant. The other students realized that as well... since it was not the first time he blamed the students for not reading as an excuse for not having to answer the question.

Can I really learn from someone like that? Can I actually have any respect whatsoever towards him?
Unfortunately not...
to prove to you how easy answering that question is. linguistic intuition is having a feeling for a language after getting used to it. If someone used the wrong grammar in their sentences you would get a feeling that it sounds wrong even though you're not sure why. That's exactly what intuition for language is. And that's all it takes to explain it.

Anyway... I got bored... cuz I had no interest in reading through a book in class which I could read better by myself at home. So I wrote this poem to pass time instead

Here I sit and words fly by
Through one end and out the other
It's hard to hear those words that fly
They're more dull than rainy weather

I'm so bored, extremely bored
I may not wish to offend
Though he's writing on that board
I've no mind to comprehend

This is it, I've lost the will
To live and sit inside this room
I am going under hill
Bursting to escape this doom

I can't wait, but here I am
Counting seconds till the end
Finally I'm out and damn!
Now I know hell's latest trend!

TripleTee
2009

My Review on Atonement (spoiler)

2009-10-01T12:23:00.005+04:00

So I watched Atonement since it was one of the movies I transferred from my friend's hard drive. I wanted to see what the big deal was about. I haven't exactly read the book. The movie however was not bad, it was somewhat boring in the middle but it was interesting. That is however not what I wanted to discuss. It's not how good the book or movie was... it's the message that was meant to be passed by the story.

True that girl made a terrible mistake and has forsaken those two's lives because of it. But what I'm going to criticize here is how she chose to atone for it. Does anyone think their mistakes will be forgiven if they write a fake story?? So she chose to write the story that DIDN'T happen but that she wished happened saying that she's giving them the time they deserved together. That sort of spoiled my view on the whole thing. She wanted to atone? Then she should spend her life trying to help other unlucky people who were not able to spend their lives together. Or actually do something good in real life that would rectify her wrongs in the past. Not by writing a fake story. That only makes HER feel good. No one else. It's all just pretty talk.

Anyway... felt like writing it here. lol
Course any opposing opinions are (somewhat) welcome :p
*unlocks her rifle*

Magical Orb Remade

2009-09-19T22:27:00.004+04:00

Zorac's a character from my story, the 2nd sequel to The Exes. A book that happens to be about 2 races, namely humans and Exes ( a race of my imagination). According to the story's past history Zorac was the father of all Exes and Eleanor was the mother of all Humans. Of course the events in the first book will be further explained in the second. Things that seemed mysterious and puzzling to the readers will be explained in the second sequel. And the history of Zorac and Eleanor is where it all started.

I drew the first draft of Zorac 3 years ago. (displayed below)

Magical Orb by ~TripleTee on deviant ART

This time I've done a remake of him. (below)

Magical Orb Remake by ~TripleTee on deviant ART

I guess I'm content with the outcome and he happened to be easier to make than the last time.

Hope you like it :)

Arabian Chronicles

2009-09-08T21:17:00.004+04:00

Be warned: Long post
Be warned again: Vague and complex post, not easy to understand

Arabian Chronicles

The mood of writing about myself never struck me as something I would do even though the thought did cross my mind. I always found biographies too real to be interesting. That is until I figured that most fiction stories which left a mark in me were issues extracted from reality. How interesting it turned out depended on the writer and in what light people were willing to look at it. I am a daughter of many former dynasties and generations and yet more of a commoner than people believe. What I say or write are thoughts that are either too difficult to put into words or beyond my level to explain. I merely write at my own whim and I remain silent at my own whim all the same. I do not write to please nor upset those who read my words. I write to write. I write to state what is and what has become. I write to live and leave my mark on this world even after I am long gone. Something I believe many before me have done and are still doing now. I will not deny that I feel myself insignificant compared to many great lives that’ve caused so many changes in this world and I do not expect myself to reach their level. I’ve too much humility for that. However, the more I observe life the more I realize how we all go through the same stages. Those great figures now were just like me and you once upon a time. They thought like us, they lived and went through the same experiences we did. So what makes you or me any different? What makes you think that anyone no matter where they come from are any different?

The person I am today is very much like she was when she was born 22 years ago, only time and experience have changed the way I started viewing life. And in many cases I do not like what I see. Yet in many other cases I also do. What my experiences made me was an extreme feminist, revolutionist, humanist, and pacifist. It’s a constant battle that’s been going on for centuries. My mind’s gone numb from trying to find solutions to life’s problems. Understanding such disputes is not one of my strengths. But understanding humanity is. I know I’m not the only one with questions of why life is what it is. I know that what I write has most probably been thought of before by someone else. And I know for a fact now that no matter how many times I thought I was the only secluded weird girl, I was too blind to see that many others grew to share my views one way or another. So perhaps I’m not alone. Perhaps life’s outer appearance could be deceiving.

If I were to note down the reasons I chose to write this, I could not give a specific answer, because what I’m trying to pass on is a message that’s even puzzling to myself. This message can only be concluded by the reader. Every person sees things in a different light and may see something in what I write that I myself might not realize. There’s also a chance that this might never be read, but I’d like to have it exist nevertheless for myself. Because these thoughts merely stored in the back of my head are a torment. I’m on campus and things my side have been going well. However, certain sights over here sadden me. They’re issues in my country that may be worse in other countries. However as long as where I belong has these issues, it’s what concerns me the most. My ignorance of the past may give me no right to judge, but I know enough to see that something is not right. Histories spoke of kings and rulers throughout generations. I’ve barely heard of the other gender though, my gender. What were they like in my world? What must’ve happened to make them the way they are today?
I walk around here seeing nothing but black figures and I hate the fact that I am forced to walk around in the same manner. In these figures I see shame and lack of self confidence in every one of them; because they were made to believe that they were inferior. However what I also see in these figures are trapped birds trying to peck their cages open. I see birds that are prevented from flying and I ask myself why. Why did things turn out this way? What happened in the past to have caused women to be segregated from society and degraded to covered figures who’re in a constant battle of trying to prove their existence? As much as they try to deny it, I know that deep within no sane human would be happy to be in their shoes. I know this because I am one of them. The only difference between me and them is the fact that I refuse to accept it. Because I know something is wrong and this is not the way things are supposed to be. Why do they have to hide themselves behind black veils? What is wrong with who they are and why should they be ashamed to show themselves to the world? Are they not a part of this world? Did they not give birth to humanity? So in what way are they inferior?

My country has given them more rights than most other Arabian countries, but certain boundaries still exist and in rural areas conservative families exist more than I ever expected. Yet from what I observed, they’re not the only ones suffering from this. I’ve seen through the fact that men are suffering as well. Because believe it or not these limitations affect their lives too. That is not a sight I like watching. The images in my dreamy mind show a different picture. They show those black figures spring out of their cages into colourful phoenixes. They show the rebirth of females revealed exactly the way they are. And they show men by their side, interacting…. Not miles away from them until betrothed. It’s a harmonious image. It’s relaxing. It’s happy. It’s the real joy of being alive. It’s humane. It’s the world I’d like to be a part of. Somewhere where you are acknowledged is somewhere you belong. Because how could you belong to a place that doesn’t recognize your existence? Where do your allegiances lie? Could you really call that your home? Or do you call it that because you have no other choice? Do not pretend. I see through you. I am you. And you are me.
There are boundary issues related to this. Veils are but one barrier. Power is another. You live in the rule similar to the rule of the jungle. The rule that the stronger rules. But what is strength really? Is it strength of the body or strength of the heart? I see strength in those who endure injustice for so long and still find the will to live on. I see strength in those who never give up. And perhaps this attitude is the key to change. Perhaps the change that will make the images in my mind come true.

It is true that people do not do harm so proudly more than when they do it out of religious conviction. But you see, even the religious amateur in me can tell that religion is in no way the cause of this, it was merely used to carry out human motives. Used by most of those so called religious fakes who brainwash simpletons for their own objectives. And the result was this gloomy sight I see in front of me now as well as the false media of blaming it on religion. While on the other hand others completely ignore religious teachings according to their own fancy of following culture. On what level do they then call themselves Muslims? Refusing different stereotypes into families was a rule I did not see in our Islamic teachings. Those degraded females however don’t exactly have the choice to refuse to follow such blasphemies.
I was told by a friend once. That these rules are the only things Arabs have to be proud of. Culture… backgrounds. Because they lost their advanced selves from the past when technology in other countries overpowered them. But is clinging onto the past really the solution? We are a proud race. But I believe that as long as we live in this dark hole our pride is meaningless. We’ve lost our credibility which can only be retrieved by taking the challenge and focusing on the future. Not dwelling on the past. Do people really understand that? Or are they too busy refusing to copy others out of their own ego? Haven’t we been copied and overruled ourselves? Were we not the best in science ages ago? But these ideas were taken and improved by others? Because they know how to make use of their resources. So perhaps this shows that copying and learning from others is not a bad thing after all? You hold an unnecessary grudge against your rivals. You do not hold a high opinion of the west and yet secretly you admire them. Because they surpassed you. They’re advanced.. That’s why you Arabs do not want to acknowledge them. You’ve lost your confidence in believing in yourselves and chose the easy way out. This may be understandable. But it’s not your key to improvement. There will be no harm in copying them the same way they copied you. Learn from them the same way they learned from you. Surpass them the same way they surpassed you. But most importantly respect them the same way they respect you. I know some don’t. But those are not the ones you should be concerned with. They’re merely the uncivilized ignorants of the flock. Same as we have uncivilized ignorants in our flocks. Those are the ones that try to invite people into our religion as if their own religions are not good. And mind you we have many of those disrespectful people around. Remember that they are similar to you. They’ve grown up believing in their teachings just as much as you have grown up believing in yours. Do not be so ignorant as to enforce your beliefs on others. That’s the sort of disrespect no one appreciates. If you do not wish for people to make fun of your religion especially the reaction Denmark got from that comic. Then do not make fun of other religions. Those are my observations.

…. And that concludes my post for today.

License Retrieved!!

2009-09-02T15:42:00.005+04:00

Guess who finally got her license!

Finallyyy!
I was almost dying a slow death back there.
Even though I was pretty much ready my nerves got the better of me and I ended up shaking. I never thought I was the type to fret over exams because I hardly ever do when it comes to paperwork. But it seems like this time panic just rushed out of me. If I haven't been used to driving already due to the countless practices I had, I would've had a problem. But luckily for the first time luck was on my side. I made no mistakes this time and I could tell the policeman was pleased with my performance. I'm officially a light vehicle driver just like all of you who have the license and are reading this now. :D

And Yet a Dream Found

2009-08-24T11:15:00.017+04:00

This is my new baby...

So I've always wanted a flute when I was young... and before a few days I finally got a silver one. It was a present from a charming French Lady and am almost quite sure it's quite an instrument. I hope to master it if just a little. it wasn't easy to play at first but I think I'm getting the hang of it.

Takes a lot of practice though.

III don't caree... what matters now's I got a fluuute...
so yeah.... where's C sharp again?? XD

One of the songs I plan to learn's down here.

Constructive Comments?

2009-07-26T15:44:00.012+04:00

I don't think such a thing exists with kids. It never really mattered before cuz I only shared drawings for the heck of it. Lately I haven't been seeing my friends that often to work with so I wanted the public opinion to see if in their eyes my drawings have improved. That was a big mistake. All I ever got was... awww that's nice.. orr... good stuff. I could tell either they didn't mean it or those are not grown ups commenting. It never mattered when I didn't need it... but it's starting to get annoying. Every time I enter a thread hoping to hear something useful all I get is a routine of nices and good jobs (which I think most just write to be polite)... I've decided to stop sharing there.

I was gonna ask about which forum or place to visit in order to get constructive comments from those who know what they're talking about. Well if anyone knows plz share.

In case you were wondering what I was talking about. The drawings are here.
I know what I said up there would make you readers afraid to comment now... but feel free.. this is my blog.. wont be expecting constructive comments here XD... lol.. here I only share for memoirs as a diary.

The closer you get to something, The tougher it is to see it

2009-07-10T14:50:00.007+04:00

Guess I'm just in love with this song. lol Naruto Shippuuden almost rules all on my list.

Lyrics:

You've gotta be extra careful with
The things that are close and dearest to you
You know the closer you get to something
The tougher it is to see it
Explain to me all my happiness
That you just experienced by my side
Or maybe you're so blessed in ways that
You can't even remember it all
That you are standing here with me
That you live and breathe and see and feel
They're all little miracles and wonder
Just by themselves.
You've gotta be extra careful with
The things that are close and dearest to you
You know the closer you get to something
The tougher it is to see it

You know the closer you get to something
The tougher it is to see it
And I'll never take it for granted
It's fine to say "Never give up"
Say "Keep chasing your dreams on
But the more time you spend talking big
The less you get done with life
I'll let that handful of courage in my heart
Help me survive another day
And I'll never take it for granted

Guess the best thing I like about Japanese is their Morals.

A Dream Lost

2009-06-29T18:43:00.004+04:00

Long ago I never thought this would be an issue... but now every time I see a kid wearing the outfit you see above... or every time I hear someone mention they were practicing the Martial Arts... a surge of immense jealousy suddenly sprouts out from inside me... I start feeling down for a long time after that...
I've always wanted to learn the Martial Arts as a kid, but I never got the chance... 1. cuz I didn't try to convince my dad when I was young. and 2. now that I'm a grown up and these martial arts are usually taught by men... I'm afraid I won't be allowed to... plus... I might be too old with 22 to start now...

this blows! =(

Disturbance

2009-05-25T17:28:00.006+04:00

So I apparently need anger management now. Why?... 2 incidents happened these few months...
both have to do with knowing how to deal with an insane sibling who finds pleasure in disturbing me. Contain my anger and manage it?... I'd rather manage him to be honest.
analyze this:

whenever you wake up in the morning and that sibling's around... you may be reading, watching a movie or studying (that's usually rare but during exams it's quite often)... but every time you do these things this sibling of yours (whenever he's around) would barge into the room and either walk around your desk to see what you're doing (which I usually never give him the chance)... or play with your things (whatever he gets his eyes on).. or simply stand there in front of you talking crap while you're not in the mood and trying to concentrate on something else... and if you don't give him a face or cuss him out.. he finds anything he could to blackmail you (in the hopes of teaching you a lesson to start respecting his sorry ass).
Now imagine telling him to leave you alone and he doesn't listen... then imagine moving up to the 2nd stage of telling him to butt off and he still doesn't listen. Take your imagination to the 3rd stage and think of this happening to you every day for a whole week...
I'm sorry what?... 6 years old?... no no... he's 23 years old... you heard me right...

what were the incidents that made my anger get out of control? once I gave him a zillion warnings to leave me alone and because I was not friendly to him, he cut off the internet from me using the excuse that I was not studying (which was never his business). I had to get him back somehow... and no one was around at home to show him his limits. The only thing I saw were a pair of shoes. His most expensive ones I guess. yes yes... I destroyed them... more like cut them. You think that's extreme? It gave me the results I wanted.
my dad wasn't happy about that but my bro was told to stop disturbing me ever since (1 incident)... the 2nd incident was yesterday... when I again gave him warnings and after a long time of stubbornness from his side I took anything I saw in the table and got ready to throw it at him. He knew I would do it so he walked away saying that he'd tell my dad about this.

I wonder if any of the readers have a brother like that... those who don't... I can only confess you're much better off without it.

Perfect World International

2009-05-16T14:16:00.011+04:00

So I've been addicted to this online game for the past few months... Checking it out will show you why (the link's on the title)... everything in it is beautiful. Perhaps that's why it's called perfect world...

apparently many adults play it... I don't just mean highschool and university students but people over 30 years and 40 too XD... I'm not sure what to think of that... but there's a variety.
I think it's a Chinese company that made it... I was expecting Japanese...

And these images are not exaggerated... the game actually is as good as it looks. It's just hard to level up XD

These are my screenshots with the different Characters I made... my best one is Selabur.. only one that reached up to lvl 40 so far...

what I liked the most is the ability to alter almost everything in your character's appearance to make them look exactly the way you want them and almost make them look like yourself.

Was fooling around and posing for the screenshot here...

made a hot guy like this to see what it's like playing as a guy in the game. I must admit he did attract the girls XD

course there're a lot more things to show but I guess this gives the main idea... it's a hard thing not to get addicted to.

You're Not Alone

2009-05-13T17:44:00.008+04:00

Some edited FFIX video and song that a girl called Kate Covington wrote and displayed on Youtube... I sort of liked it and decided to share it here. The video quality is kind of low unfortunately... but her lyrics are staggering to me. Nice and simple.

P.S. Other FF female character are beautiful but I find Princess Garnet the cutest so far.

Reality Vs Imagination (illustrator?)

2009-05-09T22:48:00.005+04:00

Just how good is this program really?... or should I say that depends on the artist who uses it?

Here's a little example on tracing in illustrator that I tried... well it was supposed to be a tutorial but since I'm out of that phase I decided to post it here just to show.

One thing you should know about me that may either be good or bad... I hate copying or tracing anything from real life... it's not interesting enough for me... cuz it's right there... why have a painting of something that already exists in a much better form than you can ever paint it? Just take a picture....

It is good because I can go far with my imagination... but... what's bad about me thinking this way... is that my imagination does not become real enough... and to make it real and fitting.. I'm unfortunately forced to copy from life... otherwise my characters will turn out like this...

To sum it up... it is like looking through realism in order to carry on my fantasy... essential... because what gives a good art its quality... is when you make it look real and convincing.
This is one of the ways I was trying to get there:

Hope you like it =)

can anyone guess who it is btw? =p

Update (New Leaf)

2009-05-02T16:50:00.005+04:00

Well, here's the new layout to make up for the previous mess... I'm not gonna say I like the simplicity, the only reason I made it simple was cuz I'm not familiar with the complex codings... so this'll do for now :p

What I have to display today is nothing new... I haven't been drawing for a long while now... locked up in trying to animate instead... and every animated sequence I make ends up in the bin. The simplest of them all were these...

but to think that I have to draw 24 sequences to make a movie of one second... sounded demotivating... however... to everything a beginning eh?

This is where reality sucks

2009-03-04T14:13:00.006+04:00

I guess that's why I like playing games and rpgs... they help escape life's miseries for a while. But once you feel you live in a dream no more... there's this sudden reality strike... and it becomes clear that you can't really escape them... but what if you can't escape and don't have it in you to face them either? You're in a fix eh?

I met two people in an online game... one of them was a maltese who was sick of life and hated not being able to move on. And the other one was from Virginia who was left by his parents at a young age. But his approach to life was different. He had an ambition and wanted to show them who they left behind... the other one had no will to live. I guess everyone's going through a struggle at some point... and the more you know about these things the more thankful you are for what you have in the end... but the more you also see how they don't realize their advantages, they're so down and focused on the closed door that they don't realize there's an open door right next to it... the door to freedom... they're free to choose what sort of life to lead... something many people in my place don't easily have... I found their freedom a virtue they should make use of... cuz for a person who doesn't have it... I realize a value in it that they don't...

It's not reality that sucks but the fact that you can't do anything about it...to me... as long's you have the freedom and the will... you have the ability.

But you realize the reason those players are on that game all the time...
don't ask me why I was on XD

Started Maya

2009-02-26T13:53:00.004+04:00

So I started one of my intended practices... I wanted to start modeling and started reading tutorials on Maya. Since I have Maya 8 I downloaded and ebook on all references related to it. Let's just say the guy made it sound so easy... I never thought I'd be able to model in Maya but I guess this raised my confidence a bit..here are some results.

Just the beginning I guess... hopefully I'll show you better models in the future.

Gulf Cup 2009 (Mabrookeen Yal A7mar!!)

2009-01-18T23:01:00.007+04:00

Yesterday Oman won the gulf cup 2009 for the first time ever. The match was nerve wrecking... I've not seen a more challenging football game in so long since no goals were made and the match dragged on to the last 5 times 11 metre kicks. But both teams have played very well and KSA's walls were not easily breached...
I could see some players were nervous and too much depended on the penalty kicks... how the players managed to hold their own was quite a ticket to watch.
I've heard KSA is not an easy team to beat... but Oman has shown outstanding levels, especially since they have been trying for the past 2 times to get the cup and always ended up 2nd... the 3rd time should not pass unwon was the goal... and a goal well achieved. So congratulations to the red team and all the best of luck to KSA in the coming 2 years, which I hear will take place in Yemen.

May I wish our team good luck as well by then... and once again... Mabrookeen ya Oman! :)

Been Tagged

2009-01-06T17:21:00.003+04:00

Tagged by diablo :D
my favorite shoes...... this would be it...
only I'd advise anyone who wears these not to go somewhere where they have to walk a lot XD

I know the image is blurry... but who cares the shoes are awesome :p

I tag:
-Wolfeya
-Toxic
-Nicobambi

Happy New Year!

2009-01-01T01:34:00.002+04:00

Just wanted to wish you all a Happy New Year and many new years to come!!

This year's resolution's... difficult to decide...
there are things I want to achieve obviously... but they all take longer than a year to achieve...lol
so I guess I'll go for the basics
I plan to:

-Finish my website
-Finish writing my second sequel to The Exes
-Physically improve my fitness
-Be more attentive
-Exceed in my grades
-Get my license (that's right...still have a test to do)
-be more outspoken
-be there for my loved ones
-learn to follow what I want most

That's all I could think of for now... I'm sure there are more in the back of my head.
I am actually half asleep while writing this... so I guess I'll state all I achieved this year when I'm more awake.

All the best to the rest of you :)
ZZZzzz

Tagged

2008-12-13T21:47:00.004+04:00

Heyz... here I've been tagged by the one and only Diablo!! :D
This was quite a thinker... here goes...

List down 5 things people probably didn't know about you
Tag atleast three people

5 things people probably didn't know about me:
1. I'm a lot more shy than I appear to be
2. I do not complain about bothersome things unless they were worth mentioning or they build up.
3. I go through a stage of mind blockage in the most critical situations... you are going to find me very calm even if my insides were twirling.
4. I laugh when I'm nervous.
5. I'm very bad at tolerating pressure.

I tag:
-Phat
-Red Dragon
-Threadlike
-Nicobambi

Find Me Back a Millenium

2008-11-14T17:41:00.008+04:00

I wonder what to rant about this time. I'd consider this blog to be updated every once in a blue moon... and this time I just forced myself to bring it back to life once again...
so yeah... to update you on myself

- My next driving exam's on the 18th (national day...yeah... that better mean good luck)... actually come to think of it...wouldn't the policeman be pissed cuz he doesn't have a holiday like the rest???...I feel screwed.

- I keep hearing this dog bark outside... and it sounds damned annoying. (which has nothing to do with anything except that I felt like mentioning it)

- I feel a lot has changed in me... and in a way I like the changes... I've a dear friend to thank for that. Though I know I've undergone some times where I would experience changes in myself but this one was like from the bottom of the sea right up to the mountain top in a few months. That insecure me is gone... she simply disappeared XD... sorry? ..where to?... a black hole... who knows where she'll pop up in the other end.

-I know I kind of have less contact with some of my friends now a days... and I'm really sorry about that... but I will catch up with you guys some time soon. Do not think that you're forgotten. But I know you know that.

- I'm working on a surprise for The Exes fans out there... I'll say no more :p

- I am a moderator in EnglishSabla no longer... for those who were still wondering. Circumstances over there have not suited me and I decided leaving's the best thing to do. So yeah...being a mod is great and you're a star and wtever... but it about stops there... cuz anything behind the scenes is no big miracle I can assure you. Although patience and tolerance is required, even in that there's a limit. With uni and all, it was just not convenient. So good luck to all you future mods, do not be disheartened... it is fun while it lasts. (though between me and you... make sure your boss does not hold favours to others over others) cuz once that happens to you, working for someone like that would not be worth your efforts anymore) (and make sure you kick asses of those who deserve it... that's always fun :p )

- we have a new baby cat who's about as big as my fist. a black hairy ball. They called her Black Princess... I can't think of any worse name people come up with.

-Lastly, this is my last sketch... this girl here has a purpose mind you... you'll see her somewhere else sometime soon.

Hope you like it :)

So it comes and so it goes... and so it comes back again

2008-08-29T16:24:00.003+04:00

These were the fastest artworks I ever made that were colored in photoshop. I must say they look a lot better than many of my traditional drawings but I am not satisfied with the outcome.
Thought I'd post it here nevertheless.

So hey...I was inspired to post again...

Uni is starting soon... I don't know if I'm looking forward to that... last time it started I was quite depressed. Now I'm trying to type this msg and am being disturbed by a being I came to hate so much... that I can't stand being around him anymore. A certain sibling...

anyway... I'm also on the verge of getting my driving license... exam is tomorrow....wish me luck and no comments on me being late on the license... situation was a bit more complicated than that ... it's when you get picky...
You have a good chance to go on a train to god knows where...but it's a business class train... You didn't want that... you wanted the first class... therefore you banned the business class and ended up waiting for the first class that never came... therefore you lost your chances all in all ....something similar happened to me regarding my license... I wanted manual instead of automatic cuz I found it better... but as a girl in an arab country... it's hard to find a woman that teaches manual...they all drive automatic those good for nothings...no offense... but seriously when it comes to the real things women are backwards because they're not ambitious enough... why do they choose automatic and not manual??...cuz it's easy... so take the easy way out and then complain about your rights...ahh... never mind.
Point is... I didn't find a teacher...only difference with this and the train story is not that I wanted something better for luxury but for necessity...or so I would consider it ...to be able to drive anything... to at least be able to call my license a real one...
oh well when I gave up hope of finding any manual teacher I went for automatic in th e end cuz I was not ready to wait another year till my next holiday...

Now I'll finally simply get the bloody license and be done with it.... Lol
That'll be my entry for now.. lol...I'm ok... no worries XD

You Think You Know

2008-03-08T17:00:00.003+04:00

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

2008-03-08T16:51:00.003+04:00

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

2008-02-01T20:52:00.001+04:00

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

2008-01-06T16:12:00.000+04:00

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 deviant ART

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

Samurai Warrior by ~TripleTee on deviant ART

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.

As Time Goes By... Thoughts Follow

2007-10-08T05:00:00.000+04:00

I know... it seems my blog's layout is messed up from what I see... previously it appeared fine with me when I was told it wasn't... now... I see a white background as well...
I'm no expert in HTML... or XML... or whatever it is designers use now a days... and I know it takes ages for a template to be created and placed and so on... it's a whole language on its own... I have the book..." creating websites for dummies"... but I also have loved ones who know such things better than me. I will use a default or keep it this way till I get what I need.
No I'm not closing this down... I've written too much since 2 or more years on this blog... it's full of past memories... and if you think about it... the person I was when I started writing here flipped into someone who thinks and acts a lot different than she used to.

Can't tell why or how I got here... I don't even know why you guys who are reading this even read it XD...I can almost assure you I will not pop up a secret hacking technique or give any tutorials to anything that might be of use to you... but I can also assure you I'm grateful to all the readers.
But hey... those of you who flip through the archives and read the whole thing... yes you...I know you...I've been told about you...lol... what do you think you're doing?

Let me not bore you out with non-sense... I'll update certain thoughts here... just to have a record...

randomly speaking... dear blog XD

-I only write when I'm mad or need to organize my thoughts now a days.... this entry's for the second reason. .. no worries XD

-I'm missing the bloggers that used to post...like Oblivious, Stella, Violet, Solidus and Blind_Melon... they decided to stop once upon a time...

-it's 6:18 am and I haven't slept yet... in fact... I plan not to sleep this morning until I'm back from my lecture... cuz yesterday I slept through all my lectures and didn't wake up and now I feel terrible.

-you know usually when it comes to universities... people are always on the lookout for friends to get along with especially when they're away from home. I guess not all are as lucky as I am in the sense that friends simply come and approach me out of the blue... but then again... I never asked for them since most undergraduates here differ in mentality that I never thought I'd get along with... why's it always a fact that people never get what they want, but always want what others have?

-I've seen a dozen falling stars these 2 weeks... one would think they're lucky omens XD... but if they appear ever so often... maybe they're just lucky cuz people never bother to look up to see that they actually appear every now and then... I still hope those wishes I made come true though...lol

-pride.... prejudice... how many of you manage to admit you're wrong when you are??
is it a shame to be wrong?... I've seen this a lot in forums even... people figure out through the discussions that their comments proved false... and still insist they're right... just so as not to be embarrassed?
what do you think's gonna happen when you say:
Oh...really?...so that's how it is?... Then I musta been mistaken... my bad.
expect to get a reply saying... waaaahaaa...got you?!! ???
Do discussions have to be a challenge? XD it's like you tend to discuss for the sake of winning rather than coming to an actual conclusion... na2a...nope... that won't work.

-I think I fire back quite a lot... people gave up tryina win discussions with me... heeey... they learnt their lesson :p... but somehow... the lack of challenge is boring me out XD

-Tell me... I feel like there are only a few people I would consider like me .. the way they think and so on. I was wondering... does everyone say that through their own perspectives? Does everyone feel inferior in comparison to other people? Does everyone see a few others like themselves?... and are they always just a few?
Does this mean... what makes you special is who sees you as someone special... but in reality no one exceeds the other? So we are all individually defined by those we know? .

-do you know how it feels to go against the tide?...I'll tell you.... it's bloody difficult.

That's it so far...

The Past is Not History.....Yet

2007-09-16T16:22:00.000+04:00

Back to the dorms.... back to Uni. Back to the books. Back to isolation and alienation< word exists?

Yes I'm updating again after a long silence of either not knowing what to post or feeling whatever I have to say is not important enough. Those few weeks were pretty interesting however, it's got all the pros and cons... but it was all worthwhile in the end. Just to give a brief idea of the holidays before that...

I went to UK for the first time... yeah I've never been there before... let's just say I kinda felt like I finally saw the culture I was reading in many books displayed in real life finally. I kinda like that country. I like their humor.
so far I haven't come across the rudeness I was told about...yet...lol

BTW... we went to carefour in France... it was AWESOME... they sold anything and everything there... then I started comparing that to carefour in Oman... different... it's as typical as any of Oman's centres... I think they just took the name :XD:

I've been back from all that since a month now... got back to a double-life between the net and reality...

If you ask me about the net...well... I'm a moderator in 2 forums so far... joined an extra one a few days ago... (it's interesting to see the difference because this one's a different type of community)

On an extra note, I made my peace with old friends whom I eventually realized were not worth my while, but no worries, because god has blessed me with new ones... and I confess I am forever grateful. lol

This is all generally speaking... never ask a writer to go in details... for mind you... I will.

PS. not feeling ready for Ramadhan........ but fasting's kinda beginning to simplify my diet. May that be of use to me.

Down The Pit

2007-08-29T22:07:00.000+04:00

Underworld by ~TripleTee on deviant ART

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

2007-07-15T02:15:00.000+04:00

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

2007-05-23T08:45:00.000+04:00

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

2007-05-06T20:17:00.000+04:00

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

2007-04-29T15:54:00.000+04:00

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

2007-04-21T13:16:00.000+04:00

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.

Rat Attack

2007-04-01T16:48:00.000+04:00

Last Thursday I believe, Stella and I went shopping to get some ingredients so we could cook at my house. We were planning to make her special recipe... Mexican Food. Except that........ the process wasn't as quiet and relaxing as expected. Why?

Because we spotted a RAT in the kitchen running around!!! A rat that looked almost exactly like the one below.

Stella and I just froze in our places and she kept on clinging to me asking me to make it go away. That was funny actually since I had absolutely no intention of stepping a foot close to that creature... I'm not saying I hate them... but I'm terrified from rats because they're just not usual to see and they carry bad viruses and are known to come out of sewers and what not... unless the cartoons were wrong.

So I went to the maid and told her there was a rat... this is what happened:

Tee: Rose!!! There's a rat in the kitchen!!

Rose: yes, I know. It's been there for a week now?

Tee: what?? *Stella laughing in the background*

Tee: why didn't anyone get it out?

Rose: I don't know.

Tee: didn't the doctor see it? (my stepmum)

Rose: yes she did.

Tee: and how did it survive for 1 week?

Rose: The doctor feeds it.

Tee: WHAT???!!! *Stella laughs even harder"

Tee: what does she feed it????

Rose: Cheese and Turkey Breast.....

*Tee stares at Rose in shock*

Tee: *looking back at Stella* what now?

Stella: we'll have to cook... ignore the rat.

(which later we did)

so we waited a while and got the ingredients and things ready... until I lighted the fire on the stove and we suddenly hear the rat screaming inside, We literally stopped doing everything and stood to listen. I was happy I thought I killed it finally, but to my disappointment.

Stella: wait look Tee!! It's there!!!

Tee: Damn it!!

Feeling low I just did whatever I had to do in the kitchen with Stella and got out of there as soon as we could.

Regarding the rat... let me just inform you all that it was in the kitchen before in the hole of the stove... and I saw it pull a cooked WHOLE chicken towards the hole.
Stella said she only thought these things happen in cartoons.... but I've seen it in front of my very eyes...

Nizwa Word Inventions

2007-03-27T18:52:00.000+04:00

"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!

2007-03-19T16:11:00.000+04:00

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

2007-03-15T17:55:00.000+04:00

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

2007-03-10T19:37:00.000+04:00

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

2007-03-06T17:52:00.000+04:00

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

Tee

Hard Nuts to Crack

2007-03-03T12:38:00.000+04:00

Sometimes I really wonder about those who’ve got a heart of steel… nothing you do or say could ever get to them. They don’t take crap from others and tend to be very straight forward.
The person closest to being my role model is like that. Only I’ve always had difficulties mastering it myself. Personally thought such reactions resemble arrogance, over-confidence, selfishness and inaccessible trustworthiness. I saw it as cruelty. Yet somehow through past experiences… I start understanding their egos. I observed how rolled over you get if kindness and sensitivity exceed in you. And perhaps those who refrained from being so may not have been so without a good reason. It acts as a form of barrier.
Does that necessarily mean they’re heartless or self-centered?
Or that they merely care no less?
Guess it simply means they’re hard nuts to crack. Hard people to fool and hard people to get to.
And in a way… I admire that. lol

Recently

2007-02-26T19:43:00.000+04:00

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

2007-02-11T18:06:00.000+04:00

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.

2007-01-30T14:35:00.000+04:00

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

2007-01-26T15:32:00.000+04:00

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

2007-01-24T00:55:00.000+04:00

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.

A Walk To Remember

2007-01-18T13:58:00.000+04:00

Nope... not the movie... my day. Why? because I spent almost half of it walking.
First it was in the shores of shatti then in the festival. From 6 to 10:30... count that.... 4 and a half hours of steady walking. So how many calories did I burn?
Well, I may as well describe what I saw along the way.

In the Beach:

- I saw holes in the sand that I usually thought were where the crabs lived. Then looking ahead I saw these birds with long beaks digging into the sand looking for something to catch. (there I knew where the holes came from)

-gazing above I saw other birds flying in formation. It was a trick with the wind someone explained to me. Those birds who were flying in circular motion did it where there was warm air to help them rise further up. And those who flew in a triangular shape did it to lower the air resistance. ... Interesting.

In the Festival:

-the usual crowd. Nothing special except the clowns and the fireworks from close up.

Now I'm back home and I realized it feels pretty good to lay down after a long walk. I feel that at least for once ... I may actually deserve it. lol

The Small Things

2007-01-08T20:44:00.000+04:00

I'm done with watching Princess Mononoke a dozen times already thanks to Red Dragon's link to torrents.
And I figured something through it. The song I mentioned I've been playing on my org thinking it was a song from that movie was NOTHING like it!!!....
I wish I could create my tunes on the laptop so I could make you guys listen to the difference.
But that would mean something else...
It's pretty much a song of my imagination then. And it's a tune I happen to like... therefore I'm happy something like a movie I've only seen once before could inspire something like that.
When I manage to create it here I'll show you.
---

On another note... My cat "Shadow" attacked me yesterday. Just like that. I was sitting, she was staring at my jacket and she out of the blue attacked it so furiously that her teeth sunk THROUGH my jacket. That somehow caused me some scratches...
cats are marvelous creatures aren't they?... but somehow I felt I wanted THAT particular one away from me. Until I found out the reason behind her sudden outburst. Which I until now don't happen to know.
---

Muscat Festival started... and for some reason... I'm not that keen on trying out the rides as I used to be. Something's wrong with me... I know I LOVE rides.... but I guess it's no fun when you're the only one willing to go on them while the rest shiver... I guess I'll pass.
---

I've been lazing around the whole day today. I feel weak. This weather's been getting everyone sick lately... my time's up. It's gonna last for a while as well. So I guess I'll be lazing around a lot more.
---

Listening to: Celtic Moods (River Dance)
Mood: Tired

Princess Mononoke (Hayao Miyazaki)

2007-01-01T14:11:00.000+04:00

New Year's Eve

2006-12-31T11:57:00.000+04:00

So another year has come and gone... and here I sit a year later, ever since I accumulated an online addiction. This was the year I learnt most out of, although there were many things I would've wished to turn differently, I do not regret having them as I do now. Who knows what the future holds?... and maybe what seems so disappointing now may be my way to success later.
I'm ready for a new year, with every intention to further develop myself as a person.

I will set no particular resolutions for this year except the fact that I want to complete writing my book and bring together a program to help me create the graphics and music I plan to create. It is not my profession, but merely a dream I plan to make come true. This may take more than a year to accomplish... however, this is the year I plan to start it and hopefully prevail.

So... things never take a strong hold as much as I would've expected them to. That is mainly because the ones involved do not possess the required strength to keep things going....
It seems every beautiful rose dries out one day. But the sun always remains shining...

So Happy New Year everyone. And hope this year'll be as good or even better than the previous one for you. I know it will for me... because with every dead rose sprints a new one. :)

No Humour

2006-12-29T13:10:00.000+04:00

People who can't distinguish between someone earnest and someone who's just messing around.
It's not the first time someone mistakes my humour for deliberate offense... is this a lack of understanding? Or a lack of intelligence?
I can name 3 incidents:

1. I was on a grassy field shooting dummies 3 metres away. The bullets ran out and I wanted to open the next packet, only the cover wouldn't turn. So I asked someone to open it in an annoyed way. My joke here was cursing the packet for not opening.
He didn't find it so funny though... he took it like I was ordering him without saying please.

2. I was chatting to my friend on msn who studies abroad. She added a girl who was her new German friend. I said (talking to the German girl about my friend)
me:"How could you stand this girl?"
German Girl: "Because she's my friend" (in a serious tone)
inner me: *rolleyes* idiot!!!

3. I was joking in a forum about the guys who keep playing football every now and then. Inquiring whether they plan to be Oman's next team. I was given a red rep that it was a lame attempt of being funny...................so wait.... huh?!... what was so insulting in what I said?

I fail to understand people now adays... not everyone tolerates humour. Mostly because they possess none of it themselves. I can't stand people who take everything so seriously or are over sensitive about things that were obviously not meant to be offensive.
But I guess it also gives me a sign whom to joke with and whom not to.

Tagged

2006-12-28T19:51:00.000+04:00

Was Tagged by Red Dragon... :)
"list every single nickname and its variation that you have EVER been called in your ENTIRE life"
Hmmm:

-T
-TripleTee
-3T
-TTT
-TT
-TharThar
-Theo
-The Devil
-Soosy
-ThuThu
-Tee

I don’t remember being called anything else before. I guess those about sum it up.

I tag SteLLa, Nabs, AP(Male), BM.... and whoever's in the mood and sees this.

(Sawadi) Another Go on The Jetski

2006-12-16T11:43:00.000+04:00

So I've grown accustomed to that water thing... in the past it's always been my dream and now twice my dear friend and her sisters made it come true. Was the day SteLLa got that huge Toblerone Chocolate as you can see on her blog. :p Sometimes I get the feeling she's addicted to buying them and stopping herself from eating them, and I'm addicted to eating them from her.

Well aside from that, I believe jetskis are the best thing about Sawadi... there was also the Banana Ride but I wasn't so sure what it was all about only that you got a bigger chance of toppling over ......which might not be a pleasant thing.

However, the voyage was really enjoyable and is always something to look forward to doing again and again.

First try in illustrator

2006-12-11T12:30:00.000+04:00

"Enjoy what's there today, for it may not be there tomorrow"

I was pretty pleased with my last Illustration on Illustrator CS even though I knew I could've put more effort into blending the colors... but I guess it already took a lot of patience out of me to try a completely new program...
This artwork's taken me ages... and by ages I mean endless hours because I kept deleting and recoloring... I guess I finally got the hang of it in a way... so hope you like this one... :)

So Tired...

2006-12-02T14:30:00.000+04:00

I woke up so tired today even though I slept almost all day yesterday. In the morning on my way to the farm I slept in the car. After I reached the farm I slept for I don't know how many hours and I still felt tired when I woke up. After having lunch and playing cards with family and friends I had to go back to my dorm and there I slept till next morning... I woke up at 8:30 and went to uni. No one came to class... so I went to the library and I've been lazing around here ever since. I wanted to finish my assignments and look for books, I ended up finding books on graphics and hacking and took them instead... well... now I didn't even open these books that interest me... something's seriously wrong!!
I usually smile at girls who pass by but today I almost frowned or made no expression at all. A girl asked me to plug in her laptop for her and I just took the wire placed it in the socket and switched it on without a word.
I think I haven't spoken as much as 10 words today...

... so tired...

......I think it's the beginning of a fever.

Say Hi to my "Shadow"

2006-11-22T13:14:00.000+04:00

I just had to take a shot at her when she came sneaking into my room before I went to sleep. That was some time ago. It was a pleasant surprise. She never used to spend the night with me anymore. But I guess that night she decided she wanted to come back.
Isn't she adorable? :p...
that's my Shadow :)

Just a Dream

2006-11-21T08:49:00.000+04:00

Just a Dream

Just a dream, it’s just a dream
Just a phantom of my trance
Visions of an unknown scheme
Cut it short from one long prance

Just a dream, it’s just a phase
Let my silence speak its words
All this time has left no trace
Like a nest left clear of birds

Just a dream, it’s just a thought
Left its owner out of spite
From the joy it could’ve brought
Took its faith out of my sight

Just a dream, that left some hope
That forever shined anew
Only I could never cope
With a weak uncertain view

Just a dream, it’s just a wish
That unlikely could come true
Just a dream, and now I wish
That my dreams dispose of you

TripleTee

Something I felt like writing also inspired by Sarah Brightman's soundtracks...
Hope you like it :)

Unfinished Sketches (Too scared to color)

2006-11-18T14:32:00.000+04:00

I've started a sketch that's taken me almost a whole day to complete... this is a brief shot of how I started out... I wanted to draw a ressemblance image to my second sequel of "The Exes" showing the characters and the main idea of the story... what you see in this pic is what the story's mostly revolved around. Compasses, maps, castles, shores... well... it's complete now... I'm just trying to figure out a good way to color it... I'm just a bit too scared to spoil what took me so long.

Well I guess I can only hope this turns out well...

Mind Your Own Business & Let Me Mind Mine

2006-11-08T10:36:00.000+04:00

It's interesting how some people show interest in other people's lives, so much interest that the gossips follow you right into Uni as well... apparently Grade 12 wasn't enough...
In Uni, you never hang out with one person for the rest of the day... you visit different classes at different times according to your schedule... so you never know who you run into...
I couldn't help but notice that some people who happened to land with me in uni started spreading rumours of me being careless and skipping classes. Apparently they couldn't find anything more offensive to say .... point is, who cares what classes I attend or whether one thinks I'm careless or not. Results always showed me better than the rest. Then again... maybe that's the reason? Jelousy?
Still I wondered. Why's that a matter that interests them?? Why would they even bother keeping an eye on me? I never understood that... They didn't have anything better to do.
although it's not logical since most of them don't even see me throughout the whole day... I don't know on what they based their assumptions...

Nevertheless, I was amused to hear some still asking about my daily routines even after school... how they waste so much time watching me and making me the soul of their conversations. I should be flattered. :p

I hoped the childish and useless habits would've found their way out of them all. But I guess I could dream on before any of that happens.

Bottomline is: I will miss or attend as many and any class I want as long as I want, where and whenever I want. As long's I'm better than you, you're the ones who should be ashamed that despite the classes you attend you couldn't beat me. That's carelessness for you...
and your gossips won't help you get better... sadly. Talk all you want for all I care... any source of amusement will entertain me here after all :p

It's Difficult

2006-11-07T13:41:00.000+04:00

Difficult to Write

I had a poem in mind to write
About the gift of sight
Though pictures made, can slowly fade
Those thoughts were not yet bright

I had some thoughts in mind to mark
As empty as the dark
Those thoughts were slight, and barely right
To start another spark

I still had thoughts I could inscribe
Though pictures did the bribe
Attractive arts, laid low like darts
Were lost in just one vibe

And until now I could engrave
With marks I still enslave
Their deadliness, no more or less
Would still, my writings crave

Though still I wish those thoughts would stay
The words are hard to play
So throughout time, those words that rhyme
Won’t reach until this day

TripleTee 2006
All rights reserved

That mighta been hard to write all the same :p

Well it's how I constantly feel every now and then... ideas are crammed in my head... it's just so hard to implement them... but they're THERE, I promise....lol...

Ok it's just an update for now... saving time for my next... which will be a bit more intense and'll need me to be in the mood for it... as well as getting my readers to be in the mood to read it...

oh well... hope you liked the above :p

Is Pencil Enough?

2006-11-01T10:41:00.000+04:00

I've taken to drawing sketches now adays... I know I've almost mastered this technique long ago... but going back to it feels good... since I feel like my coloring needs improving still.
Well... it's never been enough for me... I always wanted my drawings colored... but for some odd reason my sketches always turn out better.
I'll need to take coloring courses...seriously... to be able to color the drawings without making them lose their quality.

well... the above's what I've done throughout this month... :) hope you like them.

The Interior needs to make room for education

2006-10-19T16:34:00.000+04:00

Just as soon as I reached my destination in Uni for the first day, I asked one of my friends who was at school with me before to check the date just in case we haven't gone back in time? To perhaps the stone age? Cuz most of the students here seemed to live under rocks deeper than mine. What I mean by that is the way they think.

I'm considered a heroine here for passing the TOEFL after I've done the SATs. I've been asked to write a paragraph about something after I've written a book. I've been asked to speak a sentence in English correctly after I've been speaking English most of my life.So what was I supposed to be studying here again?

Next thing I know I start talking to a student in her third year which is probably the year before her last and alas she was also taking English Literature. Why alas?... well... she barely spoke a word of English to be quite frank. She was happy that psychology was in arabic and said that it simplifies matters.... well if she wants subjects to be in arabic then why in the blazes did she choose English Literature as a profession?In the end I spoke to the professor and she told me the English Literature I'm looking for is not available in Oman or perhaps even in the gulf. What I was looking for was classics and analysing... here they teach English Language... well I know the language... it's improving it that I need. She told me as a matter of fact a lot of students lose their English language skills here... I said that may not be possible. She suddenly says: "Oh, so you're from the new generation!"Now that was the ultimate remark that made me feel like I came from the future.

In a way, this is the first time in my life that I actually appreciate having had studied in the school I was in. Cuz from what I see... I feel like only a certain percentage of the population get a decent education... they are learning... yes... but for a University... this is not a standard.well, this is just one thing...

the standard of education needs to be improved.

*edited due to some getting offended*... my bad...

truly yours,
TripleTee

It's Fast, It's Wireless!

2006-10-19T16:07:00.000+04:00

I think I can confess I learnt all about computers and wireless connections this year (though english literature is the field I'm there for)
I made a few discoveries that were new to me regarding wireless.
Since it is supposed to be the quickest and easiest net connection upto date, in some places like my uni, it tends to be really slow. Though it's speed is 54 Mbps... the performance is lower and sometimes takes ages just to open one page. A connection supposed to be for the usage of the whole university. The connection I have at home is a zillion times quicker.
Well aside from the speed, I'll tell you what I went through in order to GET the uni connection in the first place. I've been told the wireless in my laptop was not compatible with the university's. A phrase the guy in 1313 referred to as bullshit!
He said there's nothing called types of wireless. So I got back to get the D-Link CD and had the uni install it in order to become (so-called) compatible. And what was the compatibility all about? Security. Meaning I'm not allowed to visit any page I want. I'm not allowed to use messenger... I'm not allowed to enter DeviantArt. It's a lucky thing I'm allowed to visit sabla and my blog.

Well my second discovery was when I was in the car going to the farm. I was so bored I opened my laptop... and on the way I found that over the bridge near Al-Elam street there's a wireless connection. Only I wasn't able to use it cuz I needed a password. The system had that to avoid intruders... but I found that intriguing neverthesless.

Wireless seems to have a type of security in everything now adays which is getting on my last nerve. Perhaps I should go back to modems!

Screenshot of My Desktop

2006-10-19T03:09:00.000+04:00

Been tagged by dear Nabs and 3anooda to desplay my desktop background... welll....
it's an illustration by Nabs...

this is pretty much what it looks like at the moment....
(click the pic to view where it came from)

Words From The Heart

2006-10-04T10:47:00.000+04:00

Come Back To Me

Come back to me
For if the world would swallow me I'd dream of you
Come back to me
For if your words would soothen me I'd soothen you
Come back to me
I cannot bear to think of living without you
Come back to me
You don't deserve the treatment others give to you
Come back to me
For if your will would cherish me, I'd cherish you
Come back to me
I am the one who'd risk it all to be with you
Come back to me
You do not see how much my poor heart longs for you
Come back to me
For even if you went away I'd think of you
Come back to me
For nothing swiped the memories of me and you
Come back to me
It's just a bond that intertwines my mind to you
Come back to me
Just look at me, it is my heart that yearns for you
Come back to me
Come back to me, or else let me come back to you

TripleTee

First Experience

2006-09-26T19:33:00.000+04:00

This week was the first I got to know University life in... being away from the house was something that delighted me before... however now that I know how different it is I start to get homesick... I start missing the city life... I am so not a country girl... Nizwa Uni is in the middle of nowhere and the students living there are just different... they're definitely country girls... the only thing I look forward to is the lessons and activities... so far the professors appear to be pretty good...
What I'm looking forward to even more is the new constructions and buildings that'll be built for the future plans of Nizwa Uni. Said to be ready in around a year... the uni will take place in a completely different area.
Another thing that amazed me was the technology. Every student gets an electronic card to be used around for almost anything... from buying things to ordering... what you do is fill the card like you fill up credit in your prepaid Hayyak.
Aside from that is the Library... they have ebooks we could read through the emails we'll get through the university... so we can take and read the books whether we're there or anywhere outside...
The other thing is the wireless connection available all around the area... so you can use your laptop anywhere in the Uni whether it be in or out and still have a connection.
I believe there's more to come... but these things are pretty promising already... ;)

Just The Beginning

2006-09-21T19:59:00.000+04:00

And the story continues... this'll consist of most of what happened so far since I haven't updated for quite a while now...
I've been cherishing every moment I spent in Muscat before moving into Nizwa. NizwaUniversity will be where I'll study this time... I must say I am quite curious... the impression I got was good so far... so I'm not disappointed at all... will see how it turns out to be.

In addition... for the sake of getting it over with, I sent my books to the bookshop of Al-Batra in Markaz Al-Wadi for sale... I guess they were almost rotting in my room I had to do something about them... now they can be found in all Al-Batra's bookstores in Shatti, Al-Khouth, Qurum and Bustan Hotel... so that was a start I guess.

Back to the Uni subject... one part of me is curious and the other part will miss its friends there... being away from them murders... but I guess I'll be able to see them on weekends...

on a third note... I still don't have a laptop of my own and it's starting to annoy me that I can't come online as often as I used to... I might not make more updates for still another week...

For the rest... I'll update further news when I get the chance :)

Between Dreams & Reality

2006-08-15T14:08:00.000+04:00

I've been told by someone before that those who live in dreams were people who weren't happy with reality. These words triggered in my mind and made me look around me to examine whether it was true. I couldn't find an answer but I did think that...
People who enjoyed life wouldn't be found near computer games or fantasy related topics. They would be more into documentaries, news, or things that go on in the real world and what they consider to be worthwhile. Those living in a fantasy tend to block their interest of reality.

I am like that. I dream my days away into creating an unknown fantasy habit I've picked from the endless games I played and how they changed the way I look at life. Later I started wanting this dream to become true. I wanted it to exist.

What would one think of it?... Useless?...
I was a bit let down when someone walked up to me once and saw me working on an artwork he said was useless. He asked how living in a world of my dreams would help me in real life and told me to wake up. So I started thinking of how I could make him see that being an artist or taking interest in fantasy illustrations is not useless... but I couldn't find an argument that would be convincing... it is merely a hobby... something I like doing... how I could make use of it can be listed in many ways...
Only some people may not realize the value of art as much as I or any other artist would... they would ask what IS it's value?...
What do you think?

What FF character are you?

2006-08-13T14:44:00.000+04:00

A small quiz to identify which Final Fantasy Character you fit the most...
my final result's bellow :p didn't expect that...lol.... give it a try.

What FF7: Advent Children Character Are You?

Hosted by theOtaku.com: Anime. Done right.

Insects!!! Creatures Of The Night?

2006-08-05T09:57:00.000+04:00

I just came back a few mins ago from the farm... and I must say I am relieved!!... as much as the farm was made cosy and livable... there's one big issue there...Insects!!!!.... and not any kind mind you... The weirdest kinds I've ever seen!!! I've never seen such creatures before... All I've ever thought of were cocoroaches and beetles... there there were different kinds with different colors!!!
It would be the best place for investigators...
I've also seen two small scorpions so far...

But here's the mystery I figured lately...
Yesterday as I was using the laptop to wait for my acceptance results... I've been in a very weird scene... it was around 12 oclock... and my parents and brother were still awake and the place was free of strange crawling things...
However, when they all went to sleep and I was left alone still on the laptop... momentarily I was too busy typing something... and at around 1-2 oclock after mid-night... I saw them coming! By them I meant (and let me count them): 2 different types of beetles crawling freely on the floor... a spider... another type of insect I've never seen in my life... and a quite large one also crawling around all of a sudden...
You can imagine as I looked away from the laptop and down at the sudden insect park that's been created around me... I sat there watching them and thinking... why now of all times??? Do I look like an insect friend to you??? Is it a habit for insects to appear at night when we're all asleep? I dunno why it surprised me... I see insects everywhere... but they just kinda thrived and gathered in the night even more... and there I wondered... is it what they naturally do?

oh well... It was probably a sign that I should get off the net...lol... I left the living room to them...

New Fashion?

2006-08-04T19:20:00.000+04:00

These two models I used to try some new fashion...lol... sketches of how many different girls I can draw to find the perfect look for my story's heroine... I'm still not satisfied...

I'm on the verge of drawing something else... which's taken me around 3 days so far... hopefully I'll finish it on time...

These two I did months ago... they didn't take me long at all... but just a part of my daily routines of practice...

Seems Like I'm a Millionaire

2006-07-26T14:04:00.000+04:00

Dear nicobambi has been researching TripleTee... it was funny what he found... Didn't know I owned that much :p

Meat Shop: http://www.tripleteesmeatshop.com/

Screen Alarm: http://www.soft32.com/download_14196.html

Software Company: http://www.tripletee.com/about_us.htm

And I thought TripleTee was a rarely found name... geez... I guess anything could be found in the internet now adays...

My First Attempt In Making Pizza!!

2006-07-17T14:07:00.000+04:00

It was just one day that the house was empty and I felt bored... that I decided to try my cooking skills.... even after watching my stepmum cook many times and learning a lot from her (she's a fab cook! :p )... I guess I still had my own style... which I was praised for, for my first attempt :p
This was quite a tiring job... but the outcome was much better than I imagined... I left the kitchen proud :p :p ! Lol...
Ofcourse I followed a beginner's book...
I guess the most difficult was making the dough... for the rest it was pretty easy and enjoyable...
well for whoever knows how to do the dough... the topings I put was just random... added whatever I felt would make it good... finally this is what came out of the oven...

I tried some and gave the rest to the others who were quite happy to have it...

hmmmm

I guess I'll visit the kitchen more often :p

Not A Day In My Book

2006-07-14T16:45:00.000+04:00

Today was not exactly the best of days to go through...
Too many bad news and rarely a way to express myself... so I decided to write them down here...

There are a number of things that seem to upset me regarding where I am.... where my friend is... what I've missed and what I feel I'm going to miss.
To cut down the riddles I'm now at the farm... trying to avoid what's going on around me since I'm not a farm girl nor am I fond of farms at all... yet I am forced to come here in my holiday which had been almost 3 times a week so far... so that's causing me to lose my nerves gradually.

According to that I'm also not able to join my friend in Muscat after promising her I'd accompany her to her cousin's wedding. Now I'm frustrated about that.

On another notice... regarding the phrase "where my friend is"... I just figured today afternoon that one of my close friends is trapped in Lebanon where the bombings took place... and she's got no way out now... I really pray that she'll be safe...

Lastly, what I feel I'm going to miss or lose more likely... is something I've waited for to happen for long... and now I feel it's just too long that I started having doubts it's ever gonna happen. After noticing some signs that it's probably not gonna work or what I thought was not true... I lost hope... and perhaps am beginning to decide that waiting will bring me nothing and all that I've done for the sake of it has all been done in vain. Though I just don't want to believe that's the way it is as disappointed as I am... by time I think I'll just have to accept and move on. Cuz after all... the outcome's never in my hands alone.

oh... to add to the misery... the scanner in the farm ain't working... so the drawing I was dying to upload here can't be scanned...lol
Plus... TV programmes seem to suck now adays.

Wow... I hope a day like this would never come to pass again...

What Are You Looking At??

2006-07-13T02:40:00.000+04:00

Today we've gone to 7awasna to get some 9awaree'7 (rockets :p)... a name given to huge shawarmas. We basically decided to eat them in the car... we didn't go through a few minutes before we realized all those around us were actually watching!!! Every passer by turned his head to look. It's the first time I experienced something like this being shown so openly. And it didn't seem awkward to them to watch people eating. One of them Indians even pointed at us while talking to his friends...Finally we decided this was too much to be watched and went to park somewhere quiet... when we realized we were followed by an Omani guy who parked right before us in order to watch. Now that was an ultimate shock to me!! Yet my friends said this was nothing... if I go to university here I'll experience many things of this sort coming from guys over here. There my usual thoughts mapassed my mind. Have they nothing better to do? Or is watching girls eating that interesting to them?...I seriously thought how shallow could a mind get?...Maybe I'm beginning to know... cuz honestly... I've never seen anything like this before...interesting

Spoiled?

2006-07-06T00:40:00.000+04:00

I've had the same Nokia phone for around 3 years. Even though it was old I never had the guts to ask for a new one. Until one day the phone kept closing and losing its charge pretty quickly. And I kept using it still, charging it more often when finally its time came and it wouldn't work properly any more. By then my parents kept trying to call me and the phone would close on their faces. Getting wind that my phone wasn't working properly my dad promised to get me a new one as soon as possible. So I waited.
When he finally got a new one... he took it for himself and gave me his old phone. There I somehow was a bit disappointed and took it without a word. Until later my dad was somehow told I wasn't too happy about it and he came to me saying that once he gets a newer one he'll give it to me.
Last Night my brother arrived from England... he also confessed that he has lost his phone and sim some time ago during Uni. So as soon as my father got a new phone he gave it to me and gave the old phone he gave me to my brother. There I realized something. My brother was happy... he said..." wow... I lost a phone and now I get a new one"
There I sat and thought...
He appreciated what he got... and I insisted on getting what I was promised...
am I spoiled?
:S

Driven to Hell

2006-07-02T15:21:00.000+04:00

Yes I've been taking driving lessons and yes I'm going through hell just to get a manual license for goodness sake. Everyone keeps asking me why not automatic and I just got tired of explaining. I want manual, that's it, buster!! lol...

Warning: Long Story

Well, so far my cursed driving experience has gone alright except for a few errors and cheating here and there. Cheating from the driving teacher's side that is. Apparently me being kind to her triggered a plan in her head. So she told me on my first driving lesson that she doesn't want me to tell her boss she gave me the lesson. Saying she doesn't have her salary yet and that she needs the money for gas. (I was literally disgusted she had the guts to ask me that unaware that I am not the angel she thinks I am)... so I asked her what I was going to say instead and how will this exactly work?.. she's going to give me lessons and I'm gonna say that she didn't?
She said tell him I gave it to you on Sunday... which is today. So far I've taken six lessons with her..that's 6 hours which costs 30 riyals. And I somehow agreed I wouldn't tell on her as long as I get my lessons and allowance to proceed with the tests.

Yes, I have a problem with refusing requests or saying no to someone who asks me a favour. But I certainly didn't like what was going on and wondered why the hell can't I just take my driving lessons in peace without having to keep up with other people's problems.
Still continuing those lessons, yesterday, her car wouldn't work properly and she asked me if I had money to pay for the gas. Obviously I was in a fix I somehow had to consent... and THAT was her biggest mistake. Her mistake to meddle with my fake kind appearance, cuz after all, triggering my anger can easily switch me... and her guts of expecting me to accept her bullshit has reached its rim. Pondering to teach her a lesson...still I waited to see what would happen next, and I've done nothing about it... until today morning. Her Boss called me when I was asleep... and he said he'd call me after I'm awake. Obviously I knew what his call was for and wondered whether I should tell him about her or not. I went looking for my parents to ask them but they weren't around. And the rest of the people in my house are too dumb to give me the right advice anyway. So I decided to follow my instincts... and I told him.
Yes she's given me the lessons and I paid her 30 riyals... which obviously from the tone of his voice he didn't receive. He then asked me to give him a missed call every time I get a lesson and not to tell her that I told him anything until he finds me another teacher.

I blew it for her... now I'm sure she's in trouble. And as much as anyone would accuse me of being mean. Feel free, cuz YES I am mean to those I believe deserve it. Therefore, my advice would be not to try me.

It's funny how people try to cheat their companies... and to be honest, that was the dumbest way of stealing I've ever seen.

Sincerely yours,
Tee

Shabab (New Omani Singers)

2006-06-23T15:24:00.000+04:00

Hectic days have passed and now it's hectic that they've passed. A few days ago during the exams I felt more relaxed than I do now. I'm somehow not looking forward to a long holiday.
I'll leave it at that however, let the days surprise me.

Shabab

I'm usually not a great fan of Arabic songs because they all usually have the same continuous beats and the same style in repeating words that makes them sound worse than nursery rhymes. But recently my friend introduced some Omani singers to me who've created a few albums and I realized they're getting better. I actually liked quite a few songs they had and realized how what they said was so true about Oman :p... and of course I was proud they were Omanies after all.

What I see sometimes from many around... is if they hear a few songs that don't impress them, they suddenly conclude all songs that belong to that language (I say language because gender is a different issue) isn't all that. And I do understand since I was like that myself. However, after listening to a few Arabic songs my friends labelled as their favs. I saw it was a shallow way to judge that such songs are and will always be crap. I decided to give them a chance. And I did turn out to like them after all. I used to hate such songs... cuz the Arabs really did the worst songs some time ago... now they're finally improving... so I hope the improvement goes on :)

I've a lot to say, but I guess it's better I update gradually... after all I've got all the time in the world now.

Been a While...

2006-05-20T17:50:00.000+04:00

Sooo I guess I'll have to update after all... somehow I'm too scared to change the template of this blog and lose all my data :os... I'm gonna have to figure out how exactly it's done before I get on with it...

well it's been a while since I uploaded any of my recent artworks...

Nope!... it doesn't end here... dear bro moomad felt like fiddling around with this piece some time ago :p... and I must say he's done quite a good job...

Would you look at that!!...lol... I guess I'll leave him to fiddle with whatever he likes then... I really liked the improvement there :p

For the rest it's:

Dunno but I just liked this one!!

annnd lastly... another character...

All of them are just trials I'm going through to improve my character for my next book... The Exes II... I want to take out the anime look somehow and make it look more realistic... that I hope to reach somehow... (I wish JayJay was here to give me her opinion :( :(... I highly value it!!!... so JayJay, if you're out there please show yourself...lol)

Well... today I feel ....ok I guess... a bit preoccupied and ignoring it on one side... a bit moody on the other.... perhaps a mixture of feelings there... nothing specific...

well I hope you like what you see above :p...

exams are in a 2 weeks *panics*... (what in the world am I doing here?)

So that's it?... It's over?

2006-05-10T16:22:00.000+04:00

Yes... Today was the last normal day of school... the last day I'll be carrying my bag full of books into that building again... the last time I'll be having lessons with my friends, the last time I'll be coming in the morning and leaving at 2 pm. The last time I wear this uniform!!!...
The last time I have to abide by certain school rules! ... it's the last breath of youth I have left...
now... I just feel different... and the difference I feel does not provide me with a peaceful state of mind...

Usually in school I knew the way I was to follow... simply cuz my job was to pass classes to reach where I am now!... and now that I've reached this stage... the road suddenly splits into several pathways I find hard to choose from.
I confess I am TERRIBLE in knowing my way... :(... I confess even more, I'm terrible in considering what others have to say about my way. So here I am... and for once, I don't want opinions or advices or lectures... I want information... I want to know where I stand now and what I'm supposed to do exactly... I want this laziness in me to go away and push me to figure out what I need to know to make my decisions and suit myself... I feel like a little chick trying to break off that egg-shell... the chances of it breaking depends on how much force the chick exerts on it... the force here would be reperesented by marks... the more marks I collect the greater the force there would be for me to break that shell... but breaking that shell would also mean a lot more... it would mean more challenging battles to fight regarding more difficult issues... that's when I remember some people saying... "I wish that having to study was the only problem I had"... making known that studying was supposed to be the least of problems... now I understand what they mean... and though I dread the future and the possibility of its outcome... I can just hope for the best and dwell on past memories I can cherish :)...

may all those who pass through the same stage next year find their way with less struggles and more achievements :)... cheers to everyone... and happy end of school day!!...

Make the Effort

2006-05-07T21:38:00.000+04:00

Sometimes I wonder through thoughts far away
About how my life turned out to be
And though I'm not sure what happened today
There're things I would still just like to see
And try to think what I'm meaning to say
About what goes on around the world and me
Try to follow and think what I say
That I feel too much for anyone to see
My thoughts keep coming and then drift away
About the things that most of all bother me
I'm a girl of persistance and yet if you may
You would see that it's not always true to be
That I fret from the worst and I think that I may
Be wrong all along throughout my way

I have played my part and did all that I could
To keep the music playing and keep playing around
Yet sometimes I sit thinking that it could or it would
Stop playing the tunes and just seize that great sound
Just as one part can play like the other part should
But one part alone will just flow underground
Cuz then all the rest of the puzzle's just wood
And the rest of its pieces would hardly be found
It is hard to keep going this way, it's no good
Two players should play if the game is then bound
Otherwise the outcome has not yet stood
The test that was given to pass the first round
TripleTee

This Month

2006-04-14T15:09:00.000+04:00

I've a lot to update somehow... will start gradually then...

Sawadi

last week or earlier Stella, me, her sisters and some friends went to Sawadi... it was my first time going there to be honest... but as we entered we saw quite an interesting sight.. namely many people walking around half-naked before the reception area :os :os ... I might've understood if they came from the pool... but this was more like old ladies wearing high-heels with only a T-shirt on and no pants!!... they left the hotel with their luggage and Stella looked dumbstruck wondering if they were actually going out like that...
Next we waited longer than necessary because they didn't want to give us a room we booked previously for 4 people because we were around 6... it was ridiculous since we told the lady we weren't going to sleep there... we just needed the room to leave our things and chill, but the woman rejected giving us quite an impolite scowl... *I thought why the hell was she there if she didn't like her job?*
anyways... after paying a few riyals extra considering the two other girls as guests... though if it was for me I wouldn't have paid :rolleyes:... we took the room and sat a moment trying to plan what we were going to do first... obvious isn't it? Straight to the Jetskis :p (again my first time).... we took two jetskis and the drivers had to sign... so it was Stella, her sis, her sis's friend and I who signed... Stella didn't know I did though, she claimed that she wouldn't trust riding with me because I speed too much... well here we'll see the scardy-cat actually turning wild a few hours later...
So I rode behind Stella who (without doubt) started off as slowly as possible... while her older sis sped up like there was no tomorrow ... one would expect my expression to be like >> :/ ... (I had the urge to take over somehow... but I left her to it and tried to encourage her to go faster...
yet behold, that was only the first try... I rode once with Stella and next with her sis... (and yes, there was a big difference :p...lol... at first)... next after going to the restaurant to eat... we came back again... back with new spirits... -perhaps full tummies make a difference- because there's when I saw Stella's new side!!... When I took control of one Jetski and she took control of the other...
The guy asked whether I knew how to ride and I said no, it's my first time... then he offered to ride with me and I said hell no!!... I'd prefer to go alone... he certainly didn't know me... I had difficulties starting that machine for a while until I realized I had to press slowly on the gas... and BAM!!... the motor worked and this time there was no mercy... lol... I experimented a little bit and changed speeds when I saw Stella speeding next to me asking for a race... a race... with Stella?!!... (you should've seen the grin on my face... thinking that even the slowest turtle could beat her...)... therefore I actually didn't speed as I would've... and there I learnt one should never underestimate!!... her jetski sped up like crazy!! I spent time wondering about what I just saw before I realized I was losing... and yes... I lost the first round...

The second round came soon... and having studied my opponent previously I managed to win this time :p... so that made us quits and engraved a big note on my head... I started wondering about Stella... and thought... perhaps I should be careful...:p..lol
Well next we went to the restaurant again... NO... not to eat... we don't have THAT much of digestion power... we went to play snooker before they closed... with one of Stella's sis's friends...
once more I lose in the first round and win in the next... it was like a pattern...

a few minutes later we just called it a day and went back home... yet... it is a day to remember :D... and it still remains a record in my mind... the first day I saw Stella show her wild side :p... bless you all :)...

Main Events This Week

2006-04-03T18:23:00.001+04:00

April's Fool Turns Real

This is basically sad... someone I know has been talking to a person for a year and a half which is obviously long enough to be great pals and more... well folks, after all the lovey dovey talks they've had she calls late at night on the first of April to see how he's doing when she suddenly hears that he's been engaged... Obviously she thought it was a prank and couldn't digest the thought... however after asking around and reassuring this sudden piece of news it turns out to be real...
It doesn't get to my mind how someone could be so cruel to flirt around with a girl for so long and CONTINUES to do so EVEN after his engagement... until finally he decides to tell her which alas was the day of April's fool... but obviously not something to fool about... be warned people... it's just sad.

I Stole The Quiz Paper

For the THIRD time that is... I've managed to get away with it all this time until the last 3 days... my pride in being a great thief sank down... or let's just say a great pretender since the stealing part actually worked and the teacher didn't realize the paper was stolen until he heard us getting a bit too excited in the corner and smiled at me saying "Tee... once you've had your laugh you can give me back the quiz paper" *click*.... a chance wasted... I could've miraculously conjured a full mark once more :p.... however, being figured out was a bummer.... now he's going to be extra careful which'll make my task more difficult.... yet not impossible eh :p

Hopeless Football Players

Another football match with my class today afternoon and last week... I must say I'm not quite that good at it myself... but I'm not that bad either... "Bad" referring to our team's heroines... one's dear SteLLa... who earned the medal of shouting "no, no" and jumping when the ball neared the goal... (I should've known that giving commands might make the ball go away! :rolleyes:) ... and the rest of the medals go for my wonderful team who formed a line inches before the goal!!! ... a barrier to block the ball... now isn't that a strategy?... so basically only I and another girl were left to attack... so another medal goes to me for being so dumb to strain myself and try to make a goal which never got close to the net due to it being taken from me... after all what can two attackers do against a dozen defenders?
The great cup goes to the soccer girls!!! ... girls are just awesome in soccer aren't they? :p