Haven't posted anything have I?
Just don't feel it anymore....
I'll feel it soon then...
Got an iPhone, not really all that it's cut out to be....
BUT BETTER THAN MY OLD PHONE!!!
So ,I'm happy :)
DPA program is great. At least I'm not bored sitting at home.....
heh heh, right Haniff? (And what are the odds of him reading this line, I have no idea...)
I've finally one place for music and phone applications.
No more switch here for music, and there for music!!
PLUS IT'S 32 GB!!!!
lol :)
Other than that, I've been getting along, if a bit slow, in poetry.
I'm back into writing short stories, based on game storylines.
I'm trying out Tropico 3.
Wonderful game!!
I'm also on a new server on WoW,
trying out a druid, speccing in heals.
Named him Dionsyus.
No idea why! Seemed like a nice god...save for his alcholic abilities....
Next toon will be named Oranos!! hahah
I'm gonna be uploading more gaming videos,
So if you wanna see some nice RTS and stratergy gaming vids,
Head over to YouTube, and look for me. User name: pravo.
Don't, however send me useless tells and messages....
unappreiciated!!
Uploading the Tropico 3 one now....
laggy.....
Which reminds me, I'm getting a new laptop.
:D
So, as I said, I'm gonna write the work in flow,
Not one that I've written beforehand.
Enjoy, if you want to.
Improvisational Thrice
It really is annoying,
Not that I'd want to hate.
But I do,
For what else does anger sate?
I do not want,
To carry it on.
But it seems inevitable,
Like the setting sun.
This shall hunt thee,
Hunt thee always.
Hunt thee through nightmare,
And dreamic hallways.
Feel it's breath upon you,
May you choke on it's taint.
It will shift, with every move,
Luck'less shall thee faint.
Now go, And begone with thou!
Friday, February 5, 2010
Saturday, January 16, 2010
Admitted Directions
I'm losing the will to update regularly...
Oh well!
We had out DPA camp from Wednesday to Friday.
It
Was
GREAT!
Our group was called The Prata Shop. (Noone could get Praval, and it evolved into prata....you can guess the rest)
We are the Pratans! THIS IS PRATA!!!
And 300 did not copyright that kinda material!
The camp was nice.
The Loft, to stay in at night, WAS AWESOME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Enough said...
School starts Monday. *sigh*...
Nevermind!
In other news...
We have no news.
Rhyme Time Rhymes With Mime!
Impro #2
Camping Directly,
We had lots of fun!
We became Prata,
300 of the sum.
As the days passed,
And nights faded.
Sleeping and awake,
In days of dream we waded.
I cannot say more,
Even rhyme does little justice.
We made many new friends,
Fixing up new poly patches.
Oh well!
We had out DPA camp from Wednesday to Friday.
It
Was
GREAT!
Our group was called The Prata Shop. (Noone could get Praval, and it evolved into prata....you can guess the rest)
We are the Pratans! THIS IS PRATA!!!
And 300 did not copyright that kinda material!
The camp was nice.
The Loft, to stay in at night, WAS AWESOME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Enough said...
School starts Monday. *sigh*...
Nevermind!
In other news...
We have no news.
Rhyme Time Rhymes With Mime!
Impro #2
Camping Directly,
We had lots of fun!
We became Prata,
300 of the sum.
As the days passed,
And nights faded.
Sleeping and awake,
In days of dream we waded.
I cannot say more,
Even rhyme does little justice.
We made many new friends,
Fixing up new poly patches.
Thursday, January 7, 2010
Outdate'd
Back from India trip!
Happy new year!
This is so outdated!
So otherwise, new sec 1's are a great laugh. (As in, when laughed AT)
Life goes on in circles.
Results come out Monday. (Oh damn...)
So in other news,
Funky Monks,
And Storms in soul!
This calls for Impro Rhyme Time.
I've given up putting up written works here.
Id rather write as the feel passes!
Impro Rhyme Time 1:
Improvisation phase,
We all in a pool craze.
The days drag by,
Passing by my side;
This verse is like song.
So it's untitled,
Maybe unrivalled.
World's in circles,
Short of miracles;
We'll, I can be wrong.
I've not done the work,
On plastic kwerks.
It's called acrylic,
Sure, and spastic;
That's the sound of Plastic Mouth!
He who replaces,
Mouth of metal!
Sounds Slightly Spas!tic,
Like whistling kettle!
Impro no more,
It's turning to bore;
For me at least...
Happy new year!
This is so outdated!
So otherwise, new sec 1's are a great laugh. (As in, when laughed AT)
Life goes on in circles.
Results come out Monday. (Oh damn...)
So in other news,
Funky Monks,
And Storms in soul!
This calls for Impro Rhyme Time.
I've given up putting up written works here.
Id rather write as the feel passes!
Impro Rhyme Time 1:
Improvisation phase,
We all in a pool craze.
The days drag by,
Passing by my side;
This verse is like song.
So it's untitled,
Maybe unrivalled.
World's in circles,
Short of miracles;
We'll, I can be wrong.
I've not done the work,
On plastic kwerks.
It's called acrylic,
Sure, and spastic;
That's the sound of Plastic Mouth!
He who replaces,
Mouth of metal!
Sounds Slightly Spas!tic,
Like whistling kettle!
Impro no more,
It's turning to bore;
For me at least...
Monday, January 4, 2010
What now.....
Lazy post...
I'll tell you all about my wonderful trip to India later....alright.....quit bugging my inner thoughts!!
And that's right! I'm talking to myself!!
I'll tell you all about my wonderful trip to India later....alright.....quit bugging my inner thoughts!!
And that's right! I'm talking to myself!!
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
High'ness
It's all I can feel now. Wheeeee........
Prom was a great night. I never expected to be up for Prom King and make a fool outta myself trying comedy (I really thought the word "chapathi" would inspire more laughter)
Oh well. It ended quick. Then everyone rushing about going "Take photo!!" Which we did, in abundance.
Ibra came looking like MJ. With the glove and everything.
Food was exceptional. I ate my 50 dollars worth, so Im happy.
Everyone looked a bit different yesterday, and for a bit of today.
We wanted to watch a movie afterwards, but it turned out a BIT too late for me. Sorry :(
That was that. And now I have a flight ahead of me.
A vacation in India. Flying tonight at 7. Don't fucking spam my FB or summin!
That's that. I tried improvising comedy. But I know I CAN improvise in poetry.
High'ness Of The Prom
We went forth,
With suits and dresses;
We had some hot broth,
And luckily no messes;
We had a night,
To never forget;
Cheering with might,
It's spirit I bet;
Many men,
And quite a few women;
I used a pen,
Sadly my comedy was like this "no rhyme"...
But nevertheless, We had fun!
We shall forever be;
4e5, Jokes and Puns,
We'll try to hug trees! (Haniff :))
Prom was a great night. I never expected to be up for Prom King and make a fool outta myself trying comedy (I really thought the word "chapathi" would inspire more laughter)
Oh well. It ended quick. Then everyone rushing about going "Take photo!!" Which we did, in abundance.
Ibra came looking like MJ. With the glove and everything.
Food was exceptional. I ate my 50 dollars worth, so Im happy.
Everyone looked a bit different yesterday, and for a bit of today.
We wanted to watch a movie afterwards, but it turned out a BIT too late for me. Sorry :(
That was that. And now I have a flight ahead of me.
A vacation in India. Flying tonight at 7. Don't fucking spam my FB or summin!
That's that. I tried improvising comedy. But I know I CAN improvise in poetry.
High'ness Of The Prom
We went forth,
With suits and dresses;
We had some hot broth,
And luckily no messes;
We had a night,
To never forget;
Cheering with might,
It's spirit I bet;
Many men,
And quite a few women;
I used a pen,
Sadly my comedy was like this "no rhyme"...
But nevertheless, We had fun!
We shall forever be;
4e5, Jokes and Puns,
We'll try to hug trees! (Haniff :))
Sunday, November 15, 2009
End Of Os, And End Of Days
YEA. I know it's late to declare the O levels over, but....
O LEVELS ARE OVER!!
there!
After chem paper we went a watched 2012 and It Was So E-P-I-C!!!!!!
SO MUCH DESTRUCTION!!
Next day quenton's hse where Jerwin keeps gettin pwnd by the rest of us,
and FUN!
My table is clean.
No more braces.
New bike.
Having fun in fable.
Life is good.
So is this poem. (it was typed out, not originally written)
The Start Of The End
Well,
It's over;
Now what?
Well, we can...
Maybe ride the bus,
Go to someone's place?
Hop in with us,
We're staying for a few days;
We can play with a box,
Not just any old box;
It's one with an 'X'
Nothing else rhymes, so FOX!
Yes! we can be random too!
Let's see...
Jiggery Biggery Zoos,
In a giant bumble bee;
That seems odd and queer,
Random and a bit wierd;
Im typing it, sitting on a weir,
Im thinking, and stroking my beard;
Thats it! We can grow a beard!
And twirl it about;
Then by all we may be feared,
Though of that I doubt...
What else can we do?
Maybe a film, of the end?
We can bring the whole class too,
Together time we shall spend!
Oh joyous are we!
Look at our laughter!
Though laughter you can't see,
And that was the day after;
(or the day before,
I don't really know, anymore)
So this much we hav done,
And thus far I shall write;
Im gonna chew some gum,
No metal in my mouth tonight!
O LEVELS ARE OVER!!
there!
After chem paper we went a watched 2012 and It Was So E-P-I-C!!!!!!
SO MUCH DESTRUCTION!!
Next day quenton's hse where Jerwin keeps gettin pwnd by the rest of us,
and FUN!
My table is clean.
No more braces.
New bike.
Having fun in fable.
Life is good.
So is this poem. (it was typed out, not originally written)
The Start Of The End
Well,
It's over;
Now what?
Well, we can...
Maybe ride the bus,
Go to someone's place?
Hop in with us,
We're staying for a few days;
We can play with a box,
Not just any old box;
It's one with an 'X'
Nothing else rhymes, so FOX!
Yes! we can be random too!
Let's see...
Jiggery Biggery Zoos,
In a giant bumble bee;
That seems odd and queer,
Random and a bit wierd;
Im typing it, sitting on a weir,
Im thinking, and stroking my beard;
Thats it! We can grow a beard!
And twirl it about;
Then by all we may be feared,
Though of that I doubt...
What else can we do?
Maybe a film, of the end?
We can bring the whole class too,
Together time we shall spend!
Oh joyous are we!
Look at our laughter!
Though laughter you can't see,
And that was the day after;
(or the day before,
I don't really know, anymore)
So this much we hav done,
And thus far I shall write;
Im gonna chew some gum,
No metal in my mouth tonight!
Monday, November 9, 2009
Two Sides Of The Coin
It seems all is not what it seems.
Id rather not brood on it...
O levels is drawing to a close. Only paper 1s left, and then we may be free for some time.
All the papers I expected to be killer, were quite cute and cuddly, metaphorically speaking.
The other papers were quite ok.
Oh, and Social Studies SUCKEDD!! FUCK VENICE!
Other than that, we gonna watch 2012 on 13th nov. (last paper!)
Ibra sad cuz someone is gonna go to egypt.
Hey, when you get to Cairo, find a mummy! (or rather, your daddy :))
Anyway, this work, was not written on paper. It came out on NotePad. So should be interesting. (just copy & paste here)
Two Sides Of A Single Coin
It's set the mood,
I can feel some sense.
But I can and would,
Were I not so tense.
I flip the coin!
Upon it's head
I do not want,
To relapse once more.
It does no good, (cept maybe to fill books)
And it can be a bore.
To try to laugh,
And wail instead.
That itself is funny,
A sight to be dead.
I'd reflect it all,
On the oppsite end of the net.
Were it not for un-haste,
And the cement that has set.
Past the blue,
Into the quicksilver.
From the hippie,
To the killer.
Laugh at the moon,
Smile in it's wake.
Slowly and surely,
Proper sense shall take.
It comes and goes,
In and out.
Sulk to Insane,
To know and to doubt.
And so, it ends, (for now)
My little spurt.
Written on whim, (and boredom)
It still hurts.
(to be continued...or not)
I flip the coin once more!
To be it is,
And is now.
At least relaxed,
Is the bent brow.
It seems time,
Went back.
A wish I did,
Out of the sack.
I am satisfied,
It is back to a norm.
I feel its love,
But in another form.
Friendship,
Tis land lush.
We embrace it,
Even in icy slush.
I pocket the coin!
I have here,
Two of one work;
One in clarity,
And the other in murk;
-Alias
Id rather not brood on it...
O levels is drawing to a close. Only paper 1s left, and then we may be free for some time.
All the papers I expected to be killer, were quite cute and cuddly, metaphorically speaking.
The other papers were quite ok.
Oh, and Social Studies SUCKEDD!! FUCK VENICE!
Other than that, we gonna watch 2012 on 13th nov. (last paper!)
Ibra sad cuz someone is gonna go to egypt.
Hey, when you get to Cairo, find a mummy! (or rather, your daddy :))
Anyway, this work, was not written on paper. It came out on NotePad. So should be interesting. (just copy & paste here)
Two Sides Of A Single Coin
It's set the mood,
I can feel some sense.
But I can and would,
Were I not so tense.
I flip the coin!
Upon it's head
I do not want,
To relapse once more.
It does no good, (cept maybe to fill books)
And it can be a bore.
To try to laugh,
And wail instead.
That itself is funny,
A sight to be dead.
I'd reflect it all,
On the oppsite end of the net.
Were it not for un-haste,
And the cement that has set.
Past the blue,
Into the quicksilver.
From the hippie,
To the killer.
Laugh at the moon,
Smile in it's wake.
Slowly and surely,
Proper sense shall take.
It comes and goes,
In and out.
Sulk to Insane,
To know and to doubt.
And so, it ends, (for now)
My little spurt.
Written on whim, (and boredom)
It still hurts.
(to be continued...or not)
I flip the coin once more!
To be it is,
And is now.
At least relaxed,
Is the bent brow.
It seems time,
Went back.
A wish I did,
Out of the sack.
I am satisfied,
It is back to a norm.
I feel its love,
But in another form.
Friendship,
Tis land lush.
We embrace it,
Even in icy slush.
I pocket the coin!
I have here,
Two of one work;
One in clarity,
And the other in murk;
-Alias
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