In the wake of my first taste as a victim of pickpocketing, I’ve been trying to replace the things I lost, namely my camera and credit and debit cards which had been canceled. So far I’ve been fairly successful, if not happier, at being able to regain some form of normalcy in my life as far as gadgets and finances are concerned, but not without a price.
On Monday, the day after I returned from Singapore, I hightailed to the main branch of my debit card’s issuing bank — whose name I am now too irate and ashamed to mention — to apply for a new card. There I was told, to my intense relief, that since I had recovered my wallet with all my cards still intact, I was able to have it reactivated, as opposed to replaced, a process I dreaded because the bank is notoriously slow in issuing debit cards. My relief, however, was short-lived, because even though the card worked in the ATMs, it could not be used at some merchants, a travesty I found gallingly humiliating because it sent me running out to an ATM to withdraw cash, by which time I had lost all desire to make any purchases at all.
And so today, after my card failed to work at even the most commonplace of merchants, Dome Cafe, I called the bank’s Customer Service line and demanded to know why my card kept being declined by merchants. It turns out that while the card’s ATM function had been restored, the debit function could not be, something the branch had spectacularly failed to tell me. This means that I will, after all, have to apply for a new card, after wasting two days trying to get it to work, when those two days could have been spent terrorizing the bank into pushing my application process.
As for my camera, the funny thing is that prior to going to Singapore, I never felt the real need to have a camera; it was there as something to be used if absolutely necessary, and most of the time, even when I did have it with me, I rarely used it. I suppose I was only ever looking out for specific, significant moments to capture, and after taking them, I would delete them because I never thought I would need to have those random shots sitting in the memory card.
But when my camera was swiped, the thought of losing all the pictures I had troubled myself to take, all the pictures Afham had insisted on taking, devastated me more than the thought of losing the camera itself, because it meant that all the memories of ‘our first trip’, as he liked to call it, were lost to me forever. So I resolved to get a new camera, and start using it more often in the future, because I could not afford to lose any more of these memories.
When it comes to cameras, I stand by two criteria: image quality, and camera size. I will scour the market for the most compact camera I can find that can take the best pictures possible, and if I have to, I will find a way to have both criteria meet in the middle. And over the years, ever since I got my first camera in 2004, I tried to keep to those criteria as closely as possible. There was the Konica Minolta DiMage Xt…
… followed by the Konica Minolta DiMAGE X1…
… and then, most recently, the Canon Digital IXUS 100 IS…
Of the three, the Canon was my favorite, because of its image quality and its sleek black look which complemented my personality more than the previous two did. And after it got stolen, I figured I honestly wouldn’t mind getting the same one as a replacement, but Afham was adamant that if I was going to spend money on a camera I might as well get something newer and better. So, after looking at several Canon models and being introduced to the Sony Cyber-shot models, I finally decided on this today:
I never thought I’d be one to own a Sony Cyber-shot, because it’s known as the girly-girl’s camera and I refuse to be stereotyped as a girly-girl (“Most girls like the Cyber-shot because of its design, so you can consider getting it!” salesmen like to tell me, not realizing that I go for function and quality first), but I have to admit, this camera has some really rather useful features, and for the first time in my life I strayed from the neutral color path (black, silver, gray) and opted for this blue color. I figured it couldn’t hurt: blue is my favorite color, and it’s not pink.