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.
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?
It makes me wonder what causes people to steal from others. Earn a living for yourself you piece of shit. Perhaps I shouldn’t only blame the specific person for his actions, but for his parents as well for bringing such a lowlife into the world and also not raising the child to be someone worthy. Why have a kid if you can’t put the effort into raising him well.
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.
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