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life gets crazier and crazier. i got back from chinatown, played TT with perry. beat him: 21-16, 21-13
while i was in the school lounge, talking to perry after our game, i got a call from discovercard:
someone had charged $1600 to my discovercard. i frantically ran back upstairs to check my wallet, to discover it gone. it appears someone had picked my pocket while i was riding the M15 bus up on 1st ave.
i had some $180 in my coach wallet, my bank card, my platinum discovercard and platinum citibank. my CA driver's license, health insurance, and FOUR loews movie tickets, and miscellaneous stuff. why was there so much cash in my wallet? i don't know. i always keep a folded $100 deep in a pocket, and try to keep $40 in the billfold. *sigh*
i called the rest of my credit cards and bank. it's only been 45 min since the busride, and the perpetrators had already tried every single one of my cards, for ridiculous amounts of money. thankfully, aside from the initial $1600 (that's what i get for having a platinum card with a $15,000 limit instead of a gold with a $500 limit...), none of the other charges went thru. i was told that i would have to dispute the $1600, the rest is ok.
i'm just feeling rotton about the $180 (AND the four loews movie tickets... meant for spider man, episode II, and MIB II...i guess i'll have to miss those movies...YEAH RIGHT! no way am i missing natalie portman, man...even if i have to take out a loan). i shouldn't have had that much money in my wallet...idiot...
that coach wallet was a b-day gift from some close college friends...*sniff, sniff* i loved that wallet. that wallet helped in my growth in responsibility...i lost my keys less and never my wallet because of the sense of responsibility i gained from it.. that's another $108 gone.
i guess the cash is irretreivable (seeing as how they were greedy enough to charge $1600 to my card!!), but i hope that they will send my wallet back, with all my stuff in it. minute to no chance, i guess.
only in NY.
well, i guess i can take comfort in the fact that i'm now in the finals for the TT championship. one more dude to beat, and i will be champion.
this TT situation kinda reminds me of junior year, when i was so sure that my team would win the annual little spark basketball tournament. i was on the three man team that won my freshman year, and i had that sweet, sweet trophy for my entire freshman year.
i wanted it back this year, and was sure that i would get it back, since i had worked on my game. i had played all freshman year, sophomore year, and the summers inbetween. for this tournament, james ha and i were on the same team (i don't know who was A, who was B. james was probably A...). our C man was no clown, either. it was definitely the strongest team in the tourney, and i was confident we would win. confident enough to talk smack to the other teams (those that know me well know that i am competitive. but those that know me better know that i love talking smack in a playful way (i'm never cruel or mean when i talk trash) more than i love playing the game) i was definitely raising a storm.
i was psyched, i was in great shape, my crossover and jumper felt good. i was ready to roll. our first game was called, and we began to play. on the very first play, i was given the ball. i busted my move, broke my man, and shot. as i came down, i landed on someone's foot. pain streaked up my leg, up my spine, to scream in my head. it was the worst sprained ankle i had ever had. on the very first play. i still wanted to play, tried to, but i was out. i sat down, and prayed. there was no doubt in my mind that God had a hand in this. God brought my head down from the clouds, and reminded me of who i was, and to whom belonged the glory. the conclusion: not me.
i couldn't even hobble around for several weeks. i completely missed my classes, and just lay in bed. after two weeks, i felt good enough to use crutches (in retrospect, there is no way a sprain could have hurt that much. it had to be something else. it hurt to even lift my leg). i'll never forget that tourney, and the lesson God gave me. since then, He has given me several other lessons. i will tell those later...
yakob at 4:26 PM
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while i was in the school lounge, talking to perry after our game, i got a call from discovercard:
someone had charged $1600 to my discovercard. i frantically ran back upstairs to check my wallet, to discover it gone. it appears someone had picked my pocket while i was riding the M15 bus up on 1st ave.
i had some $180 in my coach wallet, my bank card, my platinum discovercard and platinum citibank. my CA driver's license, health insurance, and FOUR loews movie tickets, and miscellaneous stuff. why was there so much cash in my wallet? i don't know. i always keep a folded $100 deep in a pocket, and try to keep $40 in the billfold. *sigh*
i called the rest of my credit cards and bank. it's only been 45 min since the busride, and the perpetrators had already tried every single one of my cards, for ridiculous amounts of money. thankfully, aside from the initial $1600 (that's what i get for having a platinum card with a $15,000 limit instead of a gold with a $500 limit...), none of the other charges went thru. i was told that i would have to dispute the $1600, the rest is ok.
i'm just feeling rotton about the $180 (AND the four loews movie tickets... meant for spider man, episode II, and MIB II...i guess i'll have to miss those movies...YEAH RIGHT! no way am i missing natalie portman, man...even if i have to take out a loan). i shouldn't have had that much money in my wallet...idiot...
that coach wallet was a b-day gift from some close college friends...*sniff, sniff* i loved that wallet. that wallet helped in my growth in responsibility...i lost my keys less and never my wallet because of the sense of responsibility i gained from it.. that's another $108 gone.
i guess the cash is irretreivable (seeing as how they were greedy enough to charge $1600 to my card!!), but i hope that they will send my wallet back, with all my stuff in it. minute to no chance, i guess.
only in NY.
well, i guess i can take comfort in the fact that i'm now in the finals for the TT championship. one more dude to beat, and i will be champion.
this TT situation kinda reminds me of junior year, when i was so sure that my team would win the annual little spark basketball tournament. i was on the three man team that won my freshman year, and i had that sweet, sweet trophy for my entire freshman year.
i wanted it back this year, and was sure that i would get it back, since i had worked on my game. i had played all freshman year, sophomore year, and the summers inbetween. for this tournament, james ha and i were on the same team (i don't know who was A, who was B. james was probably A...). our C man was no clown, either. it was definitely the strongest team in the tourney, and i was confident we would win. confident enough to talk smack to the other teams (those that know me well know that i am competitive. but those that know me better know that i love talking smack in a playful way (i'm never cruel or mean when i talk trash) more than i love playing the game) i was definitely raising a storm.
i was psyched, i was in great shape, my crossover and jumper felt good. i was ready to roll. our first game was called, and we began to play. on the very first play, i was given the ball. i busted my move, broke my man, and shot. as i came down, i landed on someone's foot. pain streaked up my leg, up my spine, to scream in my head. it was the worst sprained ankle i had ever had. on the very first play. i still wanted to play, tried to, but i was out. i sat down, and prayed. there was no doubt in my mind that God had a hand in this. God brought my head down from the clouds, and reminded me of who i was, and to whom belonged the glory. the conclusion: not me.
i couldn't even hobble around for several weeks. i completely missed my classes, and just lay in bed. after two weeks, i felt good enough to use crutches (in retrospect, there is no way a sprain could have hurt that much. it had to be something else. it hurt to even lift my leg). i'll never forget that tourney, and the lesson God gave me. since then, He has given me several other lessons. i will tell those later...
yakob at 4:26 PM