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!!

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 :))

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!

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

'O' Levels Kidnapped Me

Yes, I'm not supposed to be here, so SHHHHH!!!!

Simple rhyme before I sneak out now, Remember, I wasn't here!

They've taken me,
To a place to learn;
Though it is,
For distraction I yearn;

This is one example,
Not many others;
I swear to be back,
With marshmallows to smother;

This was made up,
On the spot I stand;
So if it does not make sense,
I hope you understand;

Adioz, Hakuna Matata,
Till the end of O;
I'll be back then again,
And probably leave, no more!

Ting Yan And The Escapades Of People and their "Aallu"s

hahahaha...sorry about the title bro!

Seems I'd never have noticed Jaron if it weren't for Ting Yan's hints...

Crazy shit...you'd think before the Os, people would be MORE stressed??
Not us! No Sir!!
Still going quenton's house and shit, we got no stress!

Or thats what we WANT you to think....ooooooh....O.o

I dunno, Im insane...MORE insane...fine....

Fuck O Levels...I just wanna play WoW (addict?)
Meh, joined commies online!! (It's a joke, don't lock me up Mr Lee Kuan Yew!)

On to the poem! (which reminds me, Ms Rachel Chia left for London for studies! HAV FUN! get a brit accent!!)

Hakuna Matata

Spend a good long time,
Sitting under a tree;
Thy pride bows to none,
Save thy own philosophies;

It is a dog,
A Mangy mutt;
But it sticks well,
To proper ones, but-
(Never an anarchist,
Or whispering fascist)

You trust only mind,
And history of experience;
Valuing a penny,
More than the 99 cents;

There have been many,
Who philosophise existence;
It is a sought plague,
The bringer of pestilience;

It has decieved,
And created heroes;
From the ends of infinity,
To depths of zero;

But there are some,
We would follow;
Hakuna matata,
Never hopeless shall thou wallow;

Never long to be a wreck,
For too long;
Be clear and bright,
And sing the song:

For it truly is,
A wonderful phrase;
It shall come to last ye,
For many sad days;

So say it now,
Hakuna matata;

(not all philosophy,
Is problem free)

I Think I'm Back

Lemme check.

Legs-check
Arms-check
Fat-check (damn)
Rhyme-check

K, I AM here...

I've been a BIT lazy to update...thats all...just slow and all, life.
Plus, my rhymes slowed down, (damn you O level studying).

ON the brighter notes,
Ive been accepted in to Ngee Ann Poly, through DPA...!!!

Nothing else bright note...the rest are in minor or flat...

The hammer hasn't dropped (is that good or bad?), I think the hand forgot about letting go.
So, there, Im worrying (or hoping?) for nothing.

I'm still nowhere in a breakthrough, save in a blues rhythm, to which I present this next work.
(it starts with that Oh So Shakespeare line)

Shakespeare, In E Minor

Shall I compare thee,
To a summers day;

I find it hard to,
In the howling winter;
Away the birds flew,
With the trees and their splinters;

I cannot hear myself,
The blizzard blocks me out;
Standing alone, on an ice shelf,
Till my throat is hoarse, I shout;

Then through the slush, I pull,
A half-dozen strands, full;

To the edge of my hip, I bind;
And the other ends, to a stick I find;

I run my fingers down,
And produce a clear note and sound;

A melody, of rhapsody,
A tranquil fantasy;

I crow my hoarse tongue,
Through cracked lips I sung;

The song and sound, finer,
My blues in E minor;

To Be Continued

This post,
Is not the real deal;
Well that just shows,
What the heck's appeal;

I'll put one up,
Maybe later in the story;
For now, well, 'sup?
How's the obitoury?

It's just, a substitute,
For the real thing;
Made up on the spot,
So this has more loopholes, that a ring;
(though it's only ONE)

Ignorance and other things...

Well, to the last post, lets say nothing happened.

Ignorance is bliss, so I choose to not include that existence...


I'll finish this later...I can't do anything for now.

EDIT!! (23rd july 2009)

ok...so nvm what I said there, it dosent matter!

So, on the important stuff....

Erm, lets see,

Nazem is great with compliments thats all I can say. Basket, pick the RIGHT time to praise me.

Then after that "dei, I was kidding, you suck!" lol. fucker...in a nice way...

Hmm, Neeraj will die soon.
Bugger go help 3E3 against 3E4 and never say!

He went for nationals ynow!! poor sec 3s were slaughtered by him. If I was there, just like that, Knock off each point on em all!!

what to do tell me....E5 like that, remedial end late...basket...

Then also kena a fucking (YES I SWORE!!! FUCKING) 120 punches.
Swore like mad that day cuz of nothing. lol. haha. Fuck!...Im crazy.

Something I don't know.

Ibra needs speech training.
Dei, keep a straight face and shoot. Then it will stab. You want a proper satisfaction!! ah...fuck...nvm...

Isabelle was fascinated by my poems and wanted one..bout her.(wtfish)
So here...ur dedication!

Ho Is A Bell'e

Someone wants,
A rhyme dedication;
So one rolls out,
With no hesitation;

A description,
In a sum of words;
Like counting damned feathers,
Off every passing bird;

A debatable reserve, (who had a stomach ache)
A past, serving-learner;
Congruent triangles,
May for a while haunt her;

I have been used too,
At one time;
A skin tone mannequin,
A dark brown mime;

Thou pestered and joked,
By Jew and Tree hugger;
You'd mighty well laugh,
Or come off a shrugger;

Fuck You

Im gonna dedicate this whole damn post to the fucker(s) who make this post possible.

The world loves to fuck around with me eh? seems so...Its like I can't get peace in some matters.

The latest?
I am apparently some weird staring dude.
BUT I CANT GET ANYTHING ELSE.

"oh its personal!"
fuck sure, Im not allowed to know what I am, that which is supposedly uncomfortable.

And who are 'they'?
Some wierd people I dont know? Martians? ( No Offence to any real ones...Im just saying in a nice way)
Or just 'them'?

Its annoying. Oh then get pissed at ME for saying,
"fine, dont wanna say, dont..."

eh? whats the fucking thing!! I dont get it!!
Explain or dont bother bringing it up...ignorance is bliss.

I want bliss. If ignoration shall help me, so be it.
I will start on tuesday if it dosent show its ugly head.

If you don't give a shit, I won't even try.
Thanks for fucking up this blog entry.

Oh don't worry, there has to be something written poetically as well!!
Here, suck this.

Perverse

Trust has waned,
Like a fading moon;
It shall be thy bane,
And a favoured boon;

Yes, I am perverse,
Only though, in speech;
But just try to reverse,
My homophobic breach;

I see the icy stares,
And looks of disapproval;
At least it is just bare,
Not hidden as usual;

Think as you may,
Hear what you will;
What you may say,
Is only half the pill;

You think Im sick eh?
Your good friend is gay;

103 days to that O. the BIG O.

Yea lazy to blog abit...lol

Come and see the tagboard then like nothing like that...
Ah what else...Nothing.

Ive taken to Sid's advice of biding time. Seems to be ok.
Anyway, Im not emo abt it. I hav a philosophy. Hakuna Matata.
Yes timon and pumba from Lion King taught it to me. personally.

So Im quite ok. Wish Ibra would learn that.

I applied for the DPA into Ngee Ann for Aerospace...Hopefully I get in.
And we made a grp in skool. to stop swearing,
C.O.N.V.I.C.T.
The Council Of Non-Vulgar and Incredibly Clean Talk

We swear not to swear.

So another from the 4th book.

Fsck

Fsck it,
Team without the 'i';
My tongue Ive bit,
Oh...Oh my!

Creation of swear,
A human affinity;
The moment we dare,
To spell profanity;

Words of anger,
With anger in words;
Bending those wire hangers,
And scolding the birds;

Fsck this,
Fsck that!
Oh Shzt,
That's bad;

A sucker punch,
Of language;
Fsck you!

After The Funk Subsided

Oh man it's a drag...
Hmwk overdue...more work...I HAV TO SIT AND CONCENTRATE.
But no. Im the distractable one!

Oh look a butterfly, Swathi would scream...

Oh look Mr Ant...was'nt he on Nhita's screen?

Oh look a big toe!! wait...it's mine...

see!! I hav to find a way to sort this out...QUICK!

Well, I followed advice and NO REACTION. Hahahaha...I feel screwed...
Ah fuck...Yogi happens to be a good fortune teller so far...thanks man...really helpful!
Just get me a shoebox I would, but he's fucking pushing me in and saying "STAY THERE!"

Ah well, life...shitty, funny, funky, (insert other descriptive words) thing it is...

FINISHED BK III...hahah
TO BK 4!!

Here's a work, in appreciation of my good warm wiggly toe friends...SOCKS

Socks

They keep warm,
Cozy and snug;
Like being wrapped,
In a wool rug;

But a rug is heavy,
To drag about;
If you tied me to one,
For my foot I'd shout;

But these things,
Are made brilliant;
Everyone should have a pair,
Even Mr. Ant;

It makes walking,
On the moon, smooth;
With a cool air,
It sets the mood;

Wriggling toes,
And clammy hands;
There are many,
Of this brand;

SOCKS!!