even god wants to play a game with me

due to the frequent travels to the columbarium, my car got a little dirty den its usual.
since i havent brought it for any petrol feeding and bathing be4, i changed into my polo shirt and shorts, like some dog owners bringing their pet doggies out for a walk. drove it to the nearest, well... almost near petrol kiosk.
it was my dad's hobby and now it seems to be a necessity for me. no longer can i just grab my car out without worrying petrol level. i got myself a little curious as i rolled my baby into the booth where those china-nationals sprayed dish washer bubbles onto my baby.
so little gal took her camera phone out... took pics while e bubbles are still on the glass.
e whole process doesnt take long, just enough for me to make a yawn or two. while they vacum baby in and out, i took a walk at the kiosk supermart. found this waffle biscuit to cheer myself up.

i took a u-turn back to the kiosk to feed my baby.... thinking it might be good for her to have a taste change. i look thru' e fuel. no familiar names.
it was then the uncles come to my rescue. '
"gal... wat colour u wan?"
i look back again. 3 colours .
uncle... normally people pump which one?
"of cos... GREEN one lo..."
stupid enough, i rather played safe then never, followed e uncle's words.
paid the bill. it was like a restaurant feast.

i always had a memorable 1st time experience with anything. this time. i hit my rear wheel on the way out from the petrol station. i still dare not to peep at that wheel.

munching my biscuit on e way back home. it's nice. take a look at the sky and tell myself it doesnt seem so bad. but guess i said it too fast, cos it seems like flashes of lightnings flickering on the sky while i slot in my home keys.
but the time i step into my house, i heard the thing i fear most after a car wash.
Thunder.

ya, yes. it's raining.