Note to Ranga...

I write to you now under great duress

From this 'dark' evil guy I never wanted to impress

For crazy 'little' friends in my new mad life

Seem intent to add him to my pain and strife

So they slip him secrets and get him to prod

Till he sits plum, expecting poems, the bloody sod

And gosh! I am stupid to bend to his whim

Especially since right now, I don't even like him!

No netbooks do lure, no racquet ball meets

Oh why am I writing this if with but sarcasm he will it greet?

A fool, a fool, a fool am I

And in the words of my beloved roomie, now please 'Go die!'

First report

My first one coming from shores afar

So much has changed and yet I'm under the same stars

New faces, new places greet my eye

And I completely lose track of time flying by

There's just so much to do and so much to see

Two years seem too less to at this great place be

The buildings stand so beautiful and tall

And cars whizz by me as I yearn to drive them all

The trip to the beach made me go ooh and aah

And it delights me to know Staples Center aint far!

I got sport, I got food and one hell of a life

I know it's just the start but I can't wait to dive!!

Woo hooo!!!