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It was meant to be a quick shower after a badminton game... Hop into a shower stall, strip, rinse, towel off. 3 minutes at most. In that short window of opportunity, my friend and I emerged to find our bags ransacked, with 2 wallets and 1 mobile phone missing between the two of us. The Sports and Recreation Centre toilet/ changing room was empty, and a search of nearby rubbish bins yielded no discarded wallets relieved of cash.
One exhausting afternoon of cancelling cards and filing a police statement (the police officer gave us a long lecture on how prone to crime the SRC is... it's apparently quite notorious around the Clementi station) later, I finally sat down to review the aftermath:
a) Kenneth Cole wallet (a gift from Intrepidette some Christmases ago) - approx $100 (?)
b) NRIC (first loss) - $100
c) Driving licence - $25
d) Matriculation Card - $15
e) 1 DBS Credit Card - $5
f) 1 UOB Debit Card - $5 (with a beautiful string of 16 numbers I have memorized)
g) 2 UOB ATM Cards - $10
h) Tertiary Ezlink Card - $21
i) 1 NLB Card - $5
j) Cash - $10
Total bill - $296 (equivalent to tickets for 2 to Michael Buble's upcoming concert/ 1 ticket to the stage production Snow Wolf Lake/ buying World of Warcraft and playing for about 1 year/ three-fifths of an iPod/ 2 leather Kenneth Cole watches/ almost 1 steel-strapped Kenneth Cole watch/ 4 brand new XBox games/ 6 years of basic webhosting/ 3 years supply of CK One/ 210 packages of treats for my dog/ 18 paperbacks/ 4 512mb thumbdrives/ 30 tubs of Ben & Jerry's/ almost 1 Xbox 360/ about 20 single trips to the cinema)
Of course, that figure ignores how much trouble it is to replace certain cards like the driver's licence. Beyond that, there is also the bereft-ness of walking around without a single cent in my pockets and suddenly realizing I cannot even take public transport. Not to mention the sense of violation, of wrongness, knowing that some stranger somewhere is riffling through my wallet and sizing up my cards. That he'll likely discard the wallet, which means something to me, is more salt on the wound.
On the brighter side of things, I don't keep any personal memorabilia in my wallet and my mobile phone was spared since I kept it in a separate compartment of my bag (by chance rather than design). Plus I haven't yet bought an iPod, else I'd have lost that too. Cold comfort, if nothing else.
Whoever you are, you sneaky, fleet-of-foot fiend, you'll get yours someday, hopefully while you are cross-dressed as a ballerina and dancing sur les pointes on a bed of red-hot nails.
Filed under: Personal, Musings, Tragedy
One exhausting afternoon of cancelling cards and filing a police statement (the police officer gave us a long lecture on how prone to crime the SRC is... it's apparently quite notorious around the Clementi station) later, I finally sat down to review the aftermath:
a) Kenneth Cole wallet (a gift from Intrepidette some Christmases ago) - approx $100 (?)
b) NRIC (first loss) - $100
c) Driving licence - $25
d) Matriculation Card - $15
e) 1 DBS Credit Card - $5
f) 1 UOB Debit Card - $5 (with a beautiful string of 16 numbers I have memorized)
g) 2 UOB ATM Cards - $10
h) Tertiary Ezlink Card - $21
i) 1 NLB Card - $5
j) Cash - $10
Total bill - $296 (equivalent to tickets for 2 to Michael Buble's upcoming concert/ 1 ticket to the stage production Snow Wolf Lake/ buying World of Warcraft and playing for about 1 year/ three-fifths of an iPod/ 2 leather Kenneth Cole watches/ almost 1 steel-strapped Kenneth Cole watch/ 4 brand new XBox games/ 6 years of basic webhosting/ 3 years supply of CK One/ 210 packages of treats for my dog/ 18 paperbacks/ 4 512mb thumbdrives/ 30 tubs of Ben & Jerry's/ almost 1 Xbox 360/ about 20 single trips to the cinema)
Of course, that figure ignores how much trouble it is to replace certain cards like the driver's licence. Beyond that, there is also the bereft-ness of walking around without a single cent in my pockets and suddenly realizing I cannot even take public transport. Not to mention the sense of violation, of wrongness, knowing that some stranger somewhere is riffling through my wallet and sizing up my cards. That he'll likely discard the wallet, which means something to me, is more salt on the wound.
On the brighter side of things, I don't keep any personal memorabilia in my wallet and my mobile phone was spared since I kept it in a separate compartment of my bag (by chance rather than design). Plus I haven't yet bought an iPod, else I'd have lost that too. Cold comfort, if nothing else.
Whoever you are, you sneaky, fleet-of-foot fiend, you'll get yours someday, hopefully while you are cross-dressed as a ballerina and dancing sur les pointes on a bed of red-hot nails.
Filed under: Personal, Musings, Tragedy
2 Comments
(b) is why i dun keep my IC in my wallet, my driving license can identify me just the same:)
And I've pretty much decided to lock my NRIC up in a safe deposit box. Those people who keep insisting on seeing it can go fly their kites. Can't be arsed.
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