1st time.
out of the blue. my father asked. ah boy.. its time to wash bike. my first reaction .. you will wash bike one mea?
hahas! and here the story goes ...
realised singapore really short of water... damn sad... 2 times tt i went to wash bike suay suay no water.or the thing spoil. somemore i ran 2 places still. wasted 40 cents. yeaps. if we suay suay see policeman GG. riding without helmet... =[
in the end see the cleaner ask them give us 2 pail of water... waseh ended up my father wash his only and im there go help! zzz. left mine there .. guess my bike is jealous while looking at my father's one =[ no one washed my bike. but still im a good owner. i still at least wet my bike and wipe dry =] and i became bangla. go up and down carrying down water and wash only HIS BIKE.
i suddenly have the thought to use the tap key for water. hee hee heee ....
2nd time.
my father's bike was like drop inside mud pool.. sibei dirty sia. like those concrete trucks... so as a good son i offered to help me. so as usual went down with pails. and i used my idea. tap key =] but going inside those collection centre stink lahs ... so took it sprayed it and i went in again.. till my father came down and i resumed my post. bangla worker. going inside to carry water... MANY TIMES. i jus pass him the pail filled with water only... pant awhile .. then i saw an empty pail in front of me again.. GRRR! dunno go in how many times alr... kena bites!
end product ? my father's bike is as good as new =]
something happened but i shall not say ... =] shocked!
never neglect my bike. still wet it, wiped dry.. BECAUSE OF THE RAIN! hate riding in the rain... dirty my bike sia ! damn angry when esp i wash and it rained! =[
so end product of the day? 2 spanking clean bike with the squeaky sound when u touched it =]