I smell India

Just came back from Prata again.
Tried the Milo Dinodaur...
Yep, that's what they call it.
the ultimate milo man....
Boarded the bus with a community of indians.
The smell wuz.... what i call... POWERFUL!
Good thing my trip wuz a short one.
J.T's wuz like journey to India.
Suffering from hic^cups now.
Embarrassing leh...
How? Back to school tmr again.
I freakin' dread school.
Aric managed to get my number.
Wonder from who......
Hmmmmm.......hope he won't be pesky
Or he shall scoot!!!

Gift from Mark

A smile so sweet,
a sacred touch.
I dare not look away.
A voice so tender it melts my heart and dreams begin to play.
A vision of beauty in its purest form.
I gaze into the stars but beside her they look forlorn.
I wonder in amazement and through the fog i see.
Why then is she so single and free?
A goddess a dream.
A vision overhead beams.
With head up high,
she walks forth into the unknown.
Suffering shuns her, sorrow neglects.
A light to the world is she.