I'm gonna be marrying a Taleban.

Was just having a casual routine crazy car-conversation with my dad yesterday.

Somehow, out of the blue he said that he pities my future bf/husband.

Obviously, innocently I was like, 'why Dad, why? Hmm?' *blink blink*

He said I'm such a torturous and terrible gf that the one who's gonna be my bf has gotta be prepared for battle..gotta be strong, able to withstand high levels of destruction (emotional and mental) and pain. Preferably having gone through a commando course..who's gone through serious training..not afraid to DIE cos dating me would mean DEATH.. Then he went on to say that he'll audition the unfortunate applicants before they date me, to 'stamp and approve' of their ability before they embark on their journey with me.

Of course, all this was said with FULL of love and affection in the car.....
...and with me screaming and laughing my head off in the passenger seat, eyes squashed closed and all.

"I must make sure he's the General of the army," my dad proudly continued, "maybe he can run very fast too - oh i know! He'll be from Africa!" Then we agreed he'll be from Jamaica, saying that he'll be running ahead of me on the ECP, dun need to take my car..also, I'll be taking his money for shoes - MY shoes, that is..

Then, it suddenly dawned on him.. "Aha!!" ..with a jumping 'eureka' effect in his voice. "I know who already. He'll definitely be ready for war, has withstood torture and pain in training.."

With compounded anticipation I was like, "huh? WHO?"

"The TALEBAN!"

My car door almost broke as I slapped it generously in aggravated amusement.

since it didn't rain..

Hi. I just want to account an illustration of how God displays his sense of humour.

Since it didn't rain for the past two days, i decided to wash my darling car lah. SO, i soaped so carefully not to scratch any inch of the beauty, washed off TWICE with the hose (plus using my hand to tenderly feel if there's any grains left on it) and proceeded to the drying.

Now, when i dry-off, i have a pail of water to rinse the cloth after about 1-2 wipes (so that the dirt from the wipe won't go and scratch the surface..yes i'm that anal). Skipping with glee in the blazing sun was I encircling my set of wheels to check - with utmost scrutiny - for any more wet spots (since my ipod was backing me with adrenaline-pumping numbers, which totally kept me going).

I circled my car THREE times.

When I was FINALLY satisfied and approved of what was done, i brought my stuff into my garage and packed. Now this is the part where you hold your breath.

JUST as i turned around to recapture a glimpse of my shining glory.........it starting drizzling.

No wait, it POURED...seconds after my first scream.

like...@#*&$^%*&@*$*&@!&% ????!!!?!?!

It was almost as if God was watching me with a cheeky grin, WAITING for me to FINISH everything sui sui, with a finger hovering a button called 'RAIN'. And when i'm not looking, PRESS.

OK, mind you, this is not the first time this has happened actually. It seems that I've a reputation of bringing rain whenever i wash my car. My maid actually STOPPED me for washing the car yet - cos she hasn't hung up the laundry.

There're many times when I didn't bother to wash cos i knew it'ld rain again.

But as my dad puts it, "Then don't ever wash your car! Cos, it'll rain another day, sooner or later!" For a moment, it sounded relieving, then it was frustrating.

I was at PLUCK (33 Haji Lane) the other day and i notice a quote on the mirror: "I detest narcissism, but I approve of vainity" (sorry forgot who the author was). It's vainity man, pure vainity. BECAUSE I want my car all shining a pretty so I wash it anyway. I always backed my actions with the excuse that I have to wash off the grains/dirt from the car, if not it'll stick on the paint and it'll be hard to remove at the next wash. How true? i dunno.