I tried plugging it in on several different computers, it didn't work. I brought it to a few data recovery experts in town and they told me it would be at least $500 to repair and there was no guarantee. The documents in there were precious to me but there was no way I could afford to pay a few hundred for something that might not even work, especially as a uni student. I got my parents to bring it back to Malaysia for fixing, thinking it might be cheaper, but they were told straight up that it couldn't be repaired. I was so sad, but all I could do was suck it up and try my hardest to gather all the photos from cameras and friends.
Sometime last year, when hubby and I were talking about old times, I suddenly realized that there was something else really precious on the hard drive. They were old recordings and duets that hubby and I had recorded before we had even started dating. At that point I was now willing to pay that few hundred just to retrieve all the data on that drive, but I couldn't find it! I rang my parents, and searched high and low in our house but it was nowhere to be found. I remember crying so badly! Hubby consoled me, saying that we could always re-record the duets, which we still haven't because he is too shy now. But re-recording, it just wouldn't be the same.
And then there was yesterday. I was on a mission to declutter the house. I was in the study room, pulling out all the boxes of junk that we had to create some space for craft storage. There were things from hubby's first home, things from when I was living with my parents, and things we accumulated over the years. Then there was this inconspicuous plastic bag from Strandbags sitting in a box within a box within another box. I opened it. It was my hard drive!
I think I let out a gasp. I was so happy! I finally found it! Now I could take it to the shops and get it repaired! Then I saw my laptop sitting on the table and thought, "What the heck." and I plugged it in. IT WORKED. My reaction was a few more gasps, some 'omg's and lots of laughing. All of my stuff was accessible. All my photos, including my scanned baby photos starting from 1989 were there, plus my music. I quickly transferred as much as I could. After all the photos and one of our duets were transferred, the hard drive crashed again.
I just can't believe my good luck. Sure, I didn't get to transfer all our recordings, but hey, at least I got one! Plus I managed to recover all my photos. It completely made my day. When I had woken up that morning I never thought something amazing like this would happen.
So the lesson from this story is:
2. Backup again.
3. Miracles do happen but don't count on it.
Now I think I'm going to stick the hard drive back where I found it and try again in 4 years' time.