I'm lost. I dunno where to start. To my horrid realization, my bike is stolen. Everyday, I live in fear that it might just be missing one day. The fear came true.

My Peugeot had been with me since Secondary 2. She had been a great companion. She's been through miles with me, I meant it. I clocked at least 1000km on her. Although economically speaking, her value has depreciated to a mere couple of hundred maybe $200? It's the sentimental value that I still hold on to. It's now gone... only in my memories... I can no longer night ride with Benson, qy and cy.

I'm fuming right now. I'm gonna tear that despicable thief if I ever catch him! Fucker! You should just burn in hell. Why did I have to move to this crapped up shitty place. Fuck! I'm furious... extremely so. I saved for it! It took me 2 fucking years to save for my OWN bike. My parents aren't that rich! They don't just simply say "Oh poor son. Don't worry; we'll get you another bike."

No! They don't do that! I need to vent my anger but I don't know where to! Maybe I shouldn't have left it outside? Maybe I should have some prevention? Fuck it! It's gone!

What is happening to this world? Why do they do it? Why can't they save up just like me and get themselves a damm bike. Who would resort to this low-down socially condemned act, theft! Why do you have to rob me of my bike...?

This sucks! I'm lost. My mind's so bust. I can't think str8. What the hell am I doing here? You know sometimes you really just wanna get knocked down by a bus & just go away to a place; somewhere you don't know but just hope it's a better place.

This isn't a good time to blog. I can't organize my train of thoughts. I'm going to church later. I need some peace. Some hope... I feel my feelings penned up. No ones here to listen. Here I am rattling on my blog, hoping that some1 would read it? I guess I need some time to myself. I don't feel any love right now. I'll just need some time to get my mind working, priorities straighten up & "me" back. Someone just gimme a sincere & genuine hug, will ya?

Now Playing: A Rush Of Blood To The Head by Coldplay

He said I'm gonna buy this place and burn it down
I'm gonna put it six feet underground
He said I'm gonna buy this place and watch it fall
Stand here beside me baby in the crumbling walls

Oh I'm gonna buy this place and start a fire
Stand here until I fill all your heart's desires
Because I'm gonna buy this place and see it burn
And do back the things they did to you in return

Ah, ah, ah
He said Oh I'm gonna buy a gun and start a war
If you can tell me something worth fighting for
Oh I'm gonna buy this place is what I said
Blame it upon a rush of blood to head

(And) honey
All the movements your starting to make
See me crumble and fall on my face
And I know the mistakes that I made
See it all disappear without a trace
And they call as they beckon you on
They say start as you mean to go on
Start as you mean to go on

He said I'm gonna buy this place and see it go
Stand here beside me baby watch the orange glow
Some'll laugh and some just sit and cry
But you just sit down then you wonder why

So I'm gonna buy a gun and start a war
If you can tell me something worth fighting for
And I'm gonna buy this place is what I said
Blame it upon a rush of blood to the head
ah to the head, oh

(And) honey
All the movements you're starting to make
See me crumble and fall on my face
And I know the mistakes that I made
See it all disappear without a trace
And they call as they beckon you on
They say start as you mean to go on

As you mean to go on, as you mean to go on

So meet me by the bridge, meet me by the lane
When am I gonna see that pretty face again
Meet me on the road, meet me where I said

Blame it all upon
A rush of blood to the head


P.S: Here's a pic of my bike, if you seen it. Contact me @ 90260765 immediately!