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wednesday, oct 7th, 2009 8:45am.

She rushes out the apartment, slams the door shut behind her as she jets for the elevator. She takes the elevator down with much anticipation because she has a 9 am discussion class in LaKretz. She takes the elevator down to the lobby level and right when the elevator door opens, she bee-lines straight towards the apartment garage to the very familiar spot where she parks her faithful and trusty mountain bike. But lo and behold! What an unfamiliar and startling sight! The turquoise, white-flowered, mountain bike was nowhere to be found!

She stops dead in her tracks to try and recollect the memory of when she last used the bike. And she dumbfoundedly moved toward the repulsively empty spot and to her dismay she found the remnants of an all-too-familiar bike lock that can no longer be used. What a whirlwind of emotions! In that moment, just like the bike lock, her heart was cut and broken into pieces. But since time was fleeting, all she could do was painstakingly walk briskly away because she was now late to class. The full reality of having no other fast mode of transportation other than the basic mode of walking, made her even more anxious about the time and less concerned about the death of her lock and the loss of her faithful friend.

One week passed by. It took one week for this girl to be at peace with the death of her friend. It took one week for this girl to relay the dreadful news to her parents. It took one week to forget and put her faithful friend to rest while she got a better and newer friend!

Though it has been one week…this girl spontaneously and idly lingered back to that familiar spot hoping to find her old faithful friend resting comfortably and safely. of course, her expectations were low because she thought and chuckled to herself, “who would be dumb enough to park a stolen bike in the very same spot?!”

BUT, lo and behold! there it was. once lost but now found? could it be? could the bike parked in that familiar spot be a figment of her imagination?! after much scrutiny…. FREAK, that bike is mine! different seat, different handle bars, and different lock. BUT what the heck!! how dare HE OR SHE park my old bike in the same spot?! HOW could they taunt me?!! as if parting with my old bike was easy! it was just as hard to see what was once mine, which was taken without my knowledge or approval, is now out of my grasp!! oh the thoughts of revenge! should i stake out this thief?!

ahhh…what to do..?!! several hours have passed. and i am at the point where i am sick and tired and over it all. i already emotionally parted with my bike last week and i already got a new one… should i re-open a closed chapter? should i un-plaster an old wound?

just S T O P playing with my heart. (double entendre.)

but in everything, seriously, PRAISE the LORD. i am literally LOL-ing. hhahahah.

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