Yesterday, the police called my father’s phone (cause I gave them his number), saying that they found my bag. So we went to the station today, and had some mad issue standing outside there for goodness knows how long and traumatized Sonia cause when they called me inside, she had to stand alone with my father, and fiiiiiinally got my bag ~released~ or whatever. So yay, I don’t have to go buy a new bag. Whoever stole it left my wallet, so that was a good thing too, I don’t have to go buy another one of that either.
Whoever it was was apparently smart enough to realise that they wouldn’t be able to use my debit card, SO IT WAS STILL THERE, FUCKYEAH. Good thing I hadn’t called HSBC or whatever about it. The credit card was gone, obvs, but we cancelled that one already. Wasn’t expecting my phone/camera/iPod to be there, and was right on that account. They took my freaking hand sanitizer and lip balm though. -.- ALSO MY SUNGLASSES CASE MOFO. AND MY PEN. WHO TAKES A /PEN/? DAFUQ. They left my Wreck This Journal, though. Also still have my key, my cousin’s house keys and the rosary Julian gave me. Also my oral aid, lol.
UGHHHH PISSED ABOUT THE SUNGLASSES CASE, PEN, HAND SANITIZER AND LIP BALM LA.
It happened in a shoe shop, where, after we realised that it happened, I almost fainted, like, legit. So then we had to go to the police station, only to have to go to another police station, to make a call report where I basically had to list down about 348713847 things for the guy on the line, then waited some more, then had to go over the report with another police dude.
Today was TIRING.
Thankfully, my passport was in the apartment. Otherwise that would’ve been a HORRIBLE hassle, what with having to get a new one, student visa issues, who knows what else.. Ugh, just. No. So that was a plus. But still, basically, put in monetary terms, I lost a SHITLOAD of money, man.
My mother had to call HSBC to cancel the Malaysian credit card, but we haven’t reported the debit card, cause that one’s English, so I guess no one can use it anyway, unless they’ve guessed my pin. Come to think of it, I really hope there isn’t any information in my bag that could like. Give it away or something. Fuuuuuuuuuck.
The only plus side of today was actually buying my boots at aforementioned shoe shop. DAMN, they’re nice. Also the fact that WE NOW HAVE A LEGIT PICTURE OF MATT BOMER AND DCRISS TOGETHER OH MY GOSHHHHHH
… actually, that’s probably an accurate reaction .gif to the whole day, come to think of it.
“When I was young I wasn’t necessarily a “Beatles fan”. I liked their music but life then was not the same as it is now, where you can find out what colour underwear Ringo wore at whatever concert.”—my father.
mneh. Film essay is going on pause until the more reasonable morning. I’ve had enough of Jackie Brown for today. 800+ words down, approx. 1300 more to go, oh the joy.
on the other hand, I’ve got some good ~experiences from people for my fandom journal, especially thanks to Kathy, so hopefully that won’t be so hard to write, though I am only at 1000+ and it’s supposed to be approx. 5000, total. Then again, I am only at about part 2 of 7, so it probably shouldn’t be too bad in terms of content?
“8.23: That was beautiful, and DON’T YOU DARE DENY IT OR I WILL BITCHSLAP YOU TO URANUS (cause Pluto isn’t a planet any more).”—so I decided to go on my ancient blog and found this gem from my liveblog of 2009’s American Idol finale on David Cook’s Permanent performance