My bike got stolen, I'm serious. I mean the guy who stole my bike must have a whole ****ing load of ****s to steal it under broad daylight and in a bloody crowded area. And I am pissed of, you may ask anyone who know me what to expect when I say I am pissed off. The normal procedure is that I will hunt him down regardless of anything. And the fact is Singapore is small and to find an Aleoca crossbreed with a Shimano gear shifter, an aluminium 9.8kg tight frame with a magnum silicon seat and handle bar is in my terms not at all difficult. For the person who has unfortunately stole my bicycle, you have ****ing pick the wrong guy, OK and you will ****ing pay the price, and you would'nt want to know what it is. I mean it when I say I will do it. Just wait for me a little while more my sweetie, I'll **** that shit a** soon.