Laugh, and the Universe laughs with you.
Cry, and the Universe laughs at you (hah hah)

Celebrate, and the Universe celebrates with you.

I played in the rain, and became one with nature.
The coolness of the air..
The trickle of water down my back..
The droplets of rain on my tongue..
The pearls of my laughter ringing through the night..
My dress drenched in nature's holy water.

I was cold, and shivering, but to dance with the world, in that moment of nudity, Life occured.
I was vulnerable to nature, to my freedom, to the cleansing of the rain.

The sky was crying - in joy of the new seeds being planted, in honour of the only way we know how.
And the rain contributed to life in the oasis.




To see the Universe in a drop of rain....

THREE NAMES YOU GO BY: *Leee LEEeeeennn *LiNNnnnnnnnnnnn *LIN!!
THREE THINGS YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND: *How someone came up with the smart ass idea of the Matrix *HOw come birds can't fly backwards *How come there are so many things I really don't understand but can't seem to think of any now
THREE THINGS THAT ANNOY YOU: *Fats *Beansprouts *Annoying things
THREE THINGS THAT SCARE YOU: * Driving too close to anything *Bushy nipples *Wierd shadows in the pool at night
THREE OF YOUR EVERYDAY ESSENTIALS: *Underwear *Love *Beauty
THREE THINGS YOU CAN'T DO: *Memorise every darn word in the world *Survive w/o chicken *Stuff my fist in my mouth
THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE HOBBIES: *Fiddling with my nails *Day Dreaming *Cracking my joints
THREE THINGS YOU WANT REALLY BAD RIGHT NOW: *World Peace (snort) * A Massage *Ability to fly
THREE PLACES YOU WOULD GO ON VACATION: *Carribean *London *My Past
THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE: *Dance *Absorb for the last time the beauty of Life *Swear like a muthafucker

That was all it took for me to succumb to the fact that, yes. I needed a guy to fucking help me.

Having ran over a few stone slabs, bouncing for the next few metres before breaking and tugging to counter the pull of the wheel, I. Punctured. The. Fucking. Tyre.

It was flat. It could'nt have gone any more flat. It looked like a fucking drawing outta a cartoon with the rubber all soft and flowy over the road. All that was missing was a moschino cherry on the top.

So I popped open the boot and discovered a secret compartment with a very secretive tyre hiding inside! Joy! So in my skirt and blouse (and slippers thank god) I dragged the tyre and tools out and got ready to get my hands all dirty.

I was going to change the tyre.

And boooy was I confident. (hey I learnt it in school wat.)

Until I realized that the 3 pieces in front of me didn't at all resemble a fucking car jack. It did not, at any angle, seem like it could be used to prop a car up.

So while witing for my buddy to arrive with his car jack, I plonked myself down on the seat and started cutting my nails.

And that's the way of the female species.

This is a perfect story of a perfect lil boy who grew up in a perfect family under a perfect roof, had a perfect income, ate perfect food and wore perfect clothes. Since young his perfect mother has been grooming him to be the perfect citizen when he has grown up, and hopefully impact the imperfect world in a perfect way to cause a perfect significant change. She sent him to perfect schools, signed him up for perfect piano, violin, tekwando, art, singing and tuition classes, made sure he only mixed with perfect friends with perfect family backgrounds and perfect upbringing too.She always told him that he has to get perfect grades to make it to a perfect university so that he can score perfect scores, get a perfect master, earn a perfect well-known job with a perfect salary to live perfectly in this imperfect world. On the way, meet a perfect girl who will in time make a perfect wife, and after 5 perfect years get married in a perfect church and hold a perfect dinner in a perfect restaurant to secretly show of to perfect relatives. After that perfect far-away honeymoon and a few more perfect months, give birth to a perfect baby which will outshine the rest of the imperfect world. And so our perfect lil Mr-Projection here will continue to lead a perfect life becuz of his perfect stable job, income, family (with a perfect number of perfect kids) et-perfect-cetra.

And that's the perfect dream.
And that will only happen on a perfect day, and if you wait long enough for that one day, your life would be absolutely perfect, garenteed.

If a tree in a forest somewhere in the world collasped, would anyone hear it?

If a raindrop joins the mighty oceans, would anyone blink an eye?

If a flower petal shivels up and falls to the ground, would anyone bother?

If a little sparrow gets striked by lightening, would that make a difference?

If a pebble rolled off the face of a cliff, would anyone care?




If I died right here right now, would anyone know?