driving through puddles

So there was a massive hail storm today...

Ian: (driving) Hey Joy, watch this, this is fun!
Joy: (sees massive puddle on the left-hand side of the road)
Ian: (drives through puddle, creating a micro-tsunami on the pavement)
Joy: But if my window was open, if wouldn't have been fun.
Ian: Yeah, but it would've been funnier!

Guess it all depends on positioning and perspective?

hail storm in choatic brain

I know that I just improvise

But you think I choose

To guard myself from all the lies

And heartache's deja vus

I'm trying not to lose my way

But you don't seem to see

The crossroads that I'm on today

I've reached - frustratedly

I may walk tall with confidence,

But if you use your eyes

You'll see that I don't much much sense

My posture's my disguise

Please don't put your faith in me,

My doubts you do not hear

Coz if you observe carefully,
I'm tiptoeing in fear...

My only hope is in His plan
- I have nothing to give
So if you put things in my hands
Your dreams will be short-lived

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I got home this evening and my Mum was wondering if I'd gotten caught up in the storm, but I was completely oblivious because I was indoors blowing those toxic plastic balloons that you get from the Philippines and watching "Desperate House WiVes" and reruns of "F.R.I.E.N.D.S" with two good mates.

I realised I've been blogging a fair bit in the past week - not because I have anything worthwhile to say, but really because I want to vent, and this is one of my many outlets.