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I added some pictures of stuff on my new gallery account on deviant art.

http://tiiah.deviantart.com/

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And I had to write 500-word memoirs this weekend. Out of the 4 I wrote, this one's my favorite. It's gonna be a pain in the ass to revise it.

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There’s a certain relationship between a father and a daughter that can’t be replicated with a mother, sister, friend. As Daddy’s little girl, I was spoiled and cherished by my dad when I was growing up. Rumor has it that he’d wanted a girl rather than most of the other father figures who prefer a boy. Either way, I adored him, and was as close as could be to my Dad. There was nothing that he could do wrong.

We had a bond. Every night, when my mother called home from work to say that she was done, him and I would sit on the front steps and he’d point out the stars and planets to me.

“That’s what they call the little dipper, see the way that string of stars looks like a handle? You can see Orion’s belt there, see? You can see the North star right there.”

We’d catch fireflies during the summer months, filling a jar full of the glowing insects before letting them free again before bedtime. We went fishing whenever school was over, and he’d always be the one to loosen my line when it would end up stuck in a tree. When my mom went off to work, we’d pass the time it took for her to back out of the driveway by play-boxing with each other (he was always better than me). He was the one that got me into reading by taking me to the library and letting me bring back several stacks of books. In other words, my dad was my idol.

It’s too bad it didn’t last.

One day my dad ended up in the hospital after picking up a heavy load at his hotel maintenance job. Not a day later, his job laid off all of their workers and consequentially, that included him. A few months before this event, we’d been forced to file for bankruptcy after not being able to pay off all the credit cards we’d accumulated. At forty-five years old, my dad couldn’t find any other job that would take him no matter how many placed he applied to. My mom had to take a second job to keep up with the bills.

All of these negative happenings left my dad feeling old and useless, affecting his demeanor for the worse. There were several more arguments happening at home about little insignificant topics such as not throwing the coffee grounds in the trash, or not being asked what he wanted for lunch. He became incredibly hard to deal with. No one could do anything right, and by that point, he’d given up applying for a job at all. He’d yell at me and hurt, I wouldn’t talk to him for days at a time until he stubbornly apologized.

I still remember those times we had, when I was his companion and his best friend as well as his little girl. That part of him is still there, hidden under all the stress and bitterness he accumulated over time. He’s still my dad, he made me what I am today, and I have no regrets.

how can i put my sign in this forum ??? nice sign tii

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Go to profile (top)
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Was looking through some old commissions/art-trades/free art I did for people I roleplayed with a long long time agos. Here's some of my better crud lol.

I'm trying to get better at artwork while I'm stuck not playing PW. I downloaded this vector art program called Inkscape that is a pain in the ass to learn. I did one of the tutorials today on how to make a coffee cup, and that alone took me three hours

Well, maybe I'll get better. It keeps me busy.

Here's the tutorial I used:
http://inkscapetutorials.wordpress.com/2008/08/25/creating-a-coffee-cup-using-inkscape/

And here is the finished product

How in god's name is that cup standing up. It looks like it should have tipped over by now. Look at the bottom of the cup! Is this coffee cup on a planet where there is no gravity? LOL.... I'm just kidding, it's beautiful Ti...

Steve I followed the instructions! Never said it was supposed to be realistic

I don't have to worry about you pking me, lol

I'm doing an art trade with someone to work on my artsy skills. He finished his trade waaay before me, lol. I suck. I guess I'll work on my half today.

Anyway, here is what he came up with I'll add my junky half when I get to it.


Source: http://skunky04.deviantart.com/art/Blue-Illusion-Trade-161776421

Gift Art For Nanny



Free Art I did for somebody



My own weird but cute hybrid dragon-bird-rhino-deer

A coloring job I'm submitting for an art contest.

Yes, they wanted me to color a possum

It's tail reminds me of something... I can't put my finger on it...

If a male sexual part looks like that, then I dunno what the hell kind of anatomy I've been looking at. Just so ya know.

If you weren't talking about a sexual object of any sort...my bad

*Edit*
Hey you werefoxes out there. I'm drawing you all free fox form art. Come one come all. Just lemme know if you want one lol.

Admin wrote:

If a male sexual part looks like that, then I dunno what the hell kind of anatomy I've been looking at.

So you admit to watching porn then...

steveo wrote:

Admin wrote:

If a male sexual part looks like that, then I dunno what the hell kind of anatomy I've been looking at.

So you admit to watching porn then...

I admit to seeing your 'anatomy'

Edit:

Adding my stupid project that I finished late. I'm only.... 5 1/2 hours late

http://aedigitalportfolio.webs.com/

Still, I think it's pretty good. It's amazing how quickly you can belt out this stuff when you are threatened with a failing grade

Now...two papers for my Speculative Fiction class to do by tomorrow.

Edit Edit

Imma add a poem i had to make for another class. It sux. I'm horrible at poems and just typed this out on a whim.

Ideas: First I wanted to write about my dog waking up in the morning and deciding this was the day to go, but then she's still wandering the house as a ghost or so I'm told. Then I was thinking about my grandpa who died in the same month. And in the Philippines, you aren't supposed to laugh at night, cause it invites the spirits indoors. My grandma got so upset when I did it lol.

4 A.M.
She’s still awake,
Listening to the sounds
Of her children
Her children’s children
Dreaming
Growing
Older by the second

Another pot of coffee
She steps outside
Finds a stone
Puts it on her dog’s grave
She sees a silhouette
Gone again
Chasing ghost birds

Back in her chair
She thinks of him
How they danced
Laughed
How his heart
Beat
Steadily
Against her chest
It had to give out
Eventually

Never laugh in the
Morning
It invites the spirits
She chuckles
Laughs
Guffaws
Leans back against her chair
Letting phantoms settle around her
While the living
Dream and Grow

Edit Edit Edit

Hey Steve, remember that story I gave ya a few months ago? I'm turning it in for another class today. I had the whole class critique it. They didn't like that the male character said bitch so much

Free Arts for Dita. Her fox form :3 Forgot the mist, sorries lol

I love the paws.

<3 glad you like.

This poem I wrote in (can you believe it) 2005. It was special to me then and still kinda holds a place in my heart after seeing it again. Maybe when I'm bored I'll fix it up, as I know, 5 years later, I am (should) be a better poet. I think I dramatized a bit back then, but I was sad. xD

To write something about my life
It's harder than you think
To speak the words within my mind
To write them; let them sink

Downwards where the heart dwells near
The sacred memories that I hold
Secrets that can't be unleashed
For misery would surely unfold

But I'll weave a tale for all the masses
One of sorrow; one of strife
A never forgotten memory
A single story of my life

There was one I used to know
A simple friend to me
But as the days and weeks went on
A loved one he would be

As the closest friend of friends
As a brother who knew me best
As someone who came closer and closer
A someone I loved to death

We would soon be a couple
I seeing life like a dream
Refusing to listen to friend's advice
That something was not what it seemed

I was happy with heart content
But it was all ruined with a lie
Not just one but several more
That I would cry and deny

He told me himself; guilty as charged
My life would turn out for the worst
Because losing trust is losing all
Feeling as if my heart would burst

It lasted as long as possible
He'd leave me cause of guilt
In a day he'd return again
But his flower would simply wilt

He left me once more all alone
And this time I couldn't fight
Just let him leave without a word
A dying star in the night

Here I am a simple someone
Who refused to forget and go on
Still thinking maybe he'd come back
Only sadness is what I've come upon

But I'll get through as always
A new life I will begin
Still for now love is a hole in the heart
Hoping someone will fill it from within

Are you still looking for someone to fill your hole?

No, you're always stuck in it!

Working on art again. now that I'm home I have my art tablet to play with, soz I'm trying to figure out how to texture things and all that.

This isn't much. Just a background I'm proud of cause I never do backgrounds Is supposed to be a pine tree. Gonna draw a squirrel or bird in the center I think.

https://2img.net/h/oi48.tinypic.com/ngbst4.png
EDIT: Here's my squirrel in progress:


and here's a pic I made for someone a couple weeks ago. I like wingys.



And here's the sketching disaster of an art trade I'm doing for somebody else.



Eventually I'll post art with humans but they honest to god suck lol. I can't figure out how to draw the ugly bumpy thing called a nose.

draw florra

This was from a while ago, an anniversary prezzie for Steve like 2 weeks ahead of time lol. I didn't draw this, but commissioned someone to draw it for me. I did color though :>

The bulge in my pants needs to be quite a bit larger