I haven’t been this sad since I dropped the external terabyte harddrive at the airport.

Yesterday, someone came into our office and stole 3 macbooks, 3 iphones, 2 wallets and a backback filled with a camera, kindle and mp3 player. My 32gb iphone and macbook is in that list. We tried asking ATT and Apple to see if they could track my phone using the GPS to catch the thief, but they said it wasn’t possible (what the hell?!)

The iphone, eh, whatevers. I can email my friends to get their contact information and can purchase a new phone. What hurts the most is that most of the pictures I’ve taken during my trips and events in 2009 are gone. Seafare in Seattle, Vancouver, B.C, Palm Springs, Eve & Isaiah’s wedding, all my food porn – gone. I can’t relive those moments. And with my shitty memory, I have nothing to look back on to remember those days. I’d pay a lot of money to get those photos back, but what are the odds of me being able to get my macbook back with all the original data still there?

I still keep thinking my pictures are on my new laptop under madeleine >> maDdz >> piCtures.  I should’ve learned my lesson the first time around when I dropped the terabyte at SFO, but I didn’t get hit hard enough and didn’t back up all my memories on smugmug. I pay a yearly service for it and I’m barely utilizing it. Stupid, stupid me. I can’t control how many rotten people are in the world, but I can do better when it comes to storing my photos and important documents.