Dagger

Dead.

Dead'ing.

Dead'er.

I'm moving to Tumblr.

See you guys on the flip side.

www.Stormalias.tumblr.com

As a parting gift to you,

YES, that virtual you whom I talk to....

A last poem.

A sign that this blog is over...for now.

A Sign

As the thunder claps,

On the last beat,

Of the song in your head.

As the sky turns,

Colours bright and dim,

Reflection of your artist dead.

Tis a sign above,

A message of beyond,

We tend to contemplate.

But it is only such,

If you think it to be,

Do not become it's bait.

It, being propogation,

By your internal media.

With tendencies.

But, freedom is as well,

A small step back for us.

Somewhat a dependency.

Sign off,

To a sign naught.

And be content.

We're written off,

The one thing we want.

The future emblazoned in the the present.

Dead, Or Death Of The Dead?

Ponder,

Post In Rhyme.

Words do fail me,

In and out of time.

Come'th back shall I?

Stay where I should?

Answer me these,

I would if I could.

Sad hath been,

Thus far come.

But lies hope?

Speak to keep mum.

Adios,

Or shall it be hello.

Again,

Sunflowers are yellow.

=)

New'ness

Guess where I am!

Antartica?
Nope.

Australia?
Nope.

Artica?
Wtf?

I'm typing this post, from my NEW laptop :D

Fujitsu,
and good specs as well.
Almost 3.00 GHz!

Woot!
*Do the laptop dance*
(if you know what I mean, heh heh)

So, what else?

Oh yea,
BINTAN!

It was cool,
Good food,
Bad plumbing,
Good rooms,
Bad plumbing,
Good camp,
Bad plumbing.

Did I mention bad plumbing? O_o
The water had a yellow'ish tinge! :O
like WTF.
Water The Flowers!

So other than that, awesome camp, awesome peeps, yada yada yada
You know the drill,
Let's rhyme!

And this isn't what I wrote there.
I wrote 3 when I was in camp, and I need to make it one,
For purposes of attained eternal one'ness
*ommmm*

Rhymic Impro

I am getting through this,
On something anew.
It's like a cold winter night,
To a morning of dew.

It's great, it's fantastic,
I know not what else.
Words escape me now,
Easily to myself.

Bintan, referrence,
Of Pluto the last.
Was as good, I'd say,
With a clean water fast.

It glowed yellow,
Like what Id spew.
I'd like to know,
From which it grew!

Oh I could ramble on,
And on and on.
But I simple want to play,
On my new com.

BINTAN

I'll be in Bintan for a week.

Don't call unless you want a VERY nice bill :)

Rhyme, shmyme.

Nothing.

It's not a "post" to include a rhyme.

If I write one there, I'll post it

Me, Myself, and OH MY GOD, A BUTTERFLY!!!

Don't ask about the title.



What's that?

The title?



-_-



Yea, I talk to myself often, is that wrong?



...



Yes it is.



:D



So what's new?



Well, my DPA thing just ended....kinda....ends tmrw.

And we have a camp to Bintan. Oh joy!!



No I mean it.

It's to be FUN!



But I gotta pay US$20 since I have an Indian passport.

:(

Cmon Indonesia!! India's your good pal!



Never mind.

So what else?

Nothing.

It's stagnant.

Like STAGNANT....heh heh heh.......

Oh, and I've found out that many Singaporeans are allergic to moving to the back of the bus, or to the top deck. And they also enjoy standing smack in the middle of the door, even though they don't get down at the next stop. (Or the next, or the next, or the next, or th- YOU GET THE IDEA!). I think it stimulates them somehow....O_o

I swear the next time it happens, I'm gonna pop out some hurtful sarcasm. Or get a shirt printed "Move to the back, pricks!" It's quite annoying.

Oh, and if you happen to read this, and wonder, "I've never seen that happen!!", that prick is you. Or you're lucky enough to get a "good" bus.

What a rant....

Yea right....

Shut up me!

Shut you up first!!

Just write the rhyme!

:

Impro Quatro

It's over?
I just got in the flow.
Now that I'm free,
Where shall I go?

Oh that's right!
We're off to-
Where again?
Ah yes! Pluto!

No?
Bintan you say?
Ok fine, I'll come,
Have it YOUR way!

I'm just hoping,
For good placement.
I'd not like fags,
I'd rather a pavement.

So here I sit,
And so shall I.
Seems nothing moves,
So silence cries.

All Nightmare Long

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!

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.

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...

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!!