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.

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.

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.

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.