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I just found out over dinner that someone stole my bike.

That stinks.

Not only is it wrong to steal, but that bike has sentimental value. It was my post-PSLE present. The parents had bought it for me as they said i was a ‘big girl’ already (having sat for my first national exam) and big girls get to “upgrade” their bicycles!! Although that makes the bike almost 9 years old, it’s still in good condition! I take good care of my things.

 It’s just plain disgusting that it’s gone now.

The parents say i should see it as i’m blessing someone with a mode of transportation.

I can’t see it as such at the moment. That bike is (was) MINE. I feel so cheated. According to daddy, the chain was sliced…so it can’t be like some elderly needing a bike right? Maybe i’m basing that on the stereotypical notion that the elderly are kind-hearted, smiley and benign individuals, but i just can’t imagine an elderly person sawing through a thick chain.

I’m incline to believe that it’s by someone younger who can very well afford his/her own bike but decided to be cheapskate and steal mine.

Riding my bike was on my post-exam to-do-list. In fact, I was planning my next bike adventure just last night. Now i don’t even have a bike!!

And to think that I was starting to like this area – SpringView.
What a deceptive name, for one, there’re no springs whatsoever. Plus, there’s no view except maybe that of my neighbour’s room. To make matters worse, i saw a kitten loitering near the lift lobby today.

Kitten = CatSSSSS nearby.

My worst nightmare.

Melisa is utterly disappointed, upset, pissed and disgusted. Post exam happiness has just evaporated.

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