Car Wash


I am quite anal about keeping my car clean. Any intruding stains or patches are eliminated immediately – I'll grab a cloth, tissue, whatever that's close and wipe whatever offends me off the face of the earth! Mua ha ha ha!


I make my pilgrimage to the car wash once a week… I'd prefer that it be more often though, but, I'd worry about washing her too much in case the paint peels off or something… Tch.


That being said, I honestly believe that cumulonimbus's, cirruses, cumulus's, et al. (clouds la), have a grudge against me. Every single time, without fail, after a car wash, it rains. No kidding. My car and I can do a lot of good in drought plagued places – only that I will not be able to wash my car as there is no water there in the first place. Sigh.

I'm going to wash my car now. Get your umbrellas out. Cheers!

I'm singing in the rain. Just singing in the rain. What a glorious feeling. I'm happy again. I'm laughing at clouds. So dark up above. 'Cause the sun's in my heart. And I'm ready for love.

Let the stormy clouds chase. Everyone from the place. Come on with the rain. I've a smile on my face. I'll walk down the lane. With a happy refrain. 'Cause I'm singing. Just singing in the rain.

Lyrics by: Arthur Freed


4 Responses

  1. Hi.

  2. Miss us leh…

  3. yes

  4. the previous msg..sound like underdround affairs…

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