When I think of my bike now, I no longer think of the rage and despair when I found out that it got stolen (again)
I remember two people
One is my classmate Kugan who biked around Palmy for more than half an hour and asked people on the street for any suspicious people passing by. He just so damn luckily found the bike lying in front of someone's house, and from the description I gave him when we came out of the library together he confronted the teens who stole it while talking to me on the phone, reassuring them and myself that it was my bike. 
The second one is my couchsurfer. When I lost it again this Friday night after 10pm, Wako called me wondering where I was, and I told her briefly cos I couldn't really think straight, that I was heading to the police station again. I must have sounded very tough that night to everybody I met, the police, restaurant owners, pub guards, homeless... I was convinced that if I went to look for it I would find it just like how my classmate did. I was so sure, it was just a matter of time and the distance I covered. But Wako and my couchsurfer Hide, they showed up at the police station when I was doing my records. They wanted to walk me home. But I got on the car and looked around Palmy with my restaurant manager. Of course they didn't think it was a wise thing to do to walk around alone at night, and being typical Chinese they were not convinced about any possibility. 
I came home and functioned like a machine, got on the spare bike and rode around on the streets close to us, then the square, around pubs where drunk people accumulated. That was when Wako and Hide and another surfer of Wako's came in. They found me again and wanted to help me. So we split into two groups, me and Hide searched one side of square, Wako and Mitsu the other. 
We didn't find anything, and got home around 1am. I had to go to sleep because I had work at 7am in the morning.