fucking pissed.

got my bike stolen. yeah. went cycling then basketball then cycling again. all the way back to j8 for subway. and then arcade after that. but none of these mattered. it`s the next event that pissed me off.

it was around 11+ then when mel, adam and i decided to ride about in the neighbourhood. we came across this park that i hadn`t visited in about 10years. it looked spooky from below so i was like "let`s go do some exploring". fucking big mistake not locking the bikes and hiding them behind the tree.

anyway, we went up for awhile and realised that the place had been changed. less treeish, less rocky and less everything that should`ve blocked the view of the main road. it wasn`t scary after all. went back down to see only 2 bikes left. the one that i had lent adam and mel`s. so where the fuck was mine?

saw a malay and an indian dude who were armed to go fight sitting at the fitness corner so i went over to ask if they saw anyone taking the bike. nothing. adam said he heard the sound of a bike being moved into a lift as we were walking down the park so we decided to take our chances.

9th and 13th floor. alright. went to search from the 7th storey to the 17 storey. nothing. went back down and wanted to give up when the two dudes called for us. they saw a dark male riding a red bike away so we tried searching in that direction but our efforts were to no avail. got really pissed and finally decided to head home so here i am trying to vent all my anger out. grrr.

i`ll fuck you up bad whoever the fuck you are dude.
12:03:00 AM
"You may say that I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one."

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