I watched the Three Musketeers last night, the one that starred Kiefer Sutherland and Chris O’Donnel. Though it’s an old movie, I only managed to watch it last night. And it was good. I love it. Well, I have always loved period drama anyway (I can watch Sense and Sensibility over and over again without feeling bored). So, at about 3.30am, after the movie ended, I made my way to the bedroom, switched on the table lamp, snuggled in my blanket, switched off the air-condition and turn on the fan, I fiddled with my mobile. Well, it isn’t actually mine. The mobile is Bie’s. I am using it because my mobile doesn’t show any display (courtesy of Marsya throwing it on the floor). So it’s kind of difficult to read text messages or to make phone calls, as I can’t see anything on the display. Since my Dearest Bie is in Italy, I am using his. It’s a Motorola camera phone. Not the latest model though but still with too many features for my liking. But I went ahead and use it anyway.
Before closing my eyes to sleep, my hands sajer gatal bukak inbox. I wanted to see all the text messages that I have in my inbox. You see, my sim card memory isn’t very big but I still manage to keep important text messages for my viewing pleasure. These text messages were from my Dearest Bie. The days before I got engaged to him, after I got engaged and after we got married. They were my precious text messages. The oldest I have is dated sometime in May 2001 when my grandmother (Ayah’s side) passed away and he was in Manjung. He informed me that he was at the movies and got out a bit late, and that’s why he wasn’t calling. Well, his text messages were more lovey-dovey compared to what I have written here.
Then there’s one where I sent him back home to KL after his visit to Seremban. He sent a text message thanking me for everything. Then there’s the one he sent which he told me that even if I have the biggest backside in the world, he would always love me no matter what. Then there was one that he sent when he had to stay at IOI Puchong for a few nights for training, I think back in March 2003. He sent a text message saying that he missed me. The other one was sent on the first day that I sent Marsya to my aunt’s place. Well, my aunt takes care of Marsya while I’m at work. I was so sad at leaving her behind that I cried in the car on the way to work. I called him up saying that I hated leaving her behind. Well, Bie sent me a text message thereafter saying not to worry and that Marsya’s in good hands.
Anyway, back to the main issue, I was trying to delete some of the messages that weren’t that important. I clicked on one function after the other and let me tell you, this Motorola phone is SO NOT user friendly. I couldn’t find a way to delete the messages. The instructions given were vague and I was afraid that if I clicked on them, all my messages would be erased. But I don’t know why my hands were SO gatal last night. I clicked on an instruction and was SHOCKED to read that all messages have been erased. I quickly went to my inbox to check whether all my precious text messages were still there.
And I sighed with relief; they were still there. So I thought, why don’t I open one message at a time and delete it one by one. I did just that, but when I went back to my inbox, ALL OF THE PRECIOUS TEXT MESSAGES WERE GONE..!! I was stunned. This couldn’t be right. I only deleted one message but why were all the other messages missing. I checked again. No messages. Past memories flashed in my head. I remembered the text messages word by word. And also how they came about. I couldn’t believe that I have actually deleted all the messages in the inbox..!! All the messages that I had taken great care not to delete. I have actually lost them. And the next thing I knew, I was crying (remember that I am STILL recovering from my state of depression). Now everything was gone. The text messages meant a lot to me. Whenever I feel down, I would look up for those messages but now they’re gone. What can I remember them by? I couldn’t very well have saved them elsewhere. I was sad. Sedih sangat-sangat. All those wonderful words gone at a blink of an eye. I don’t remember when I stopped crying but I do know that the last time I looked at the clock, it was already 4.30 in the morning.
Today, I am still sad at the thought that I can no longer look at all those sweet messages. Whenever I think about it, I shrugged it off and proceeded to do something else. You see, those messages were given to me at the spur of that moment. Now I can never capture those moments anymore. Those moments can never be re-winded. They can never be acted out again like some TV shows. The messages are gone and so were all those pure moments.
Before closing my eyes to sleep, my hands sajer gatal bukak inbox. I wanted to see all the text messages that I have in my inbox. You see, my sim card memory isn’t very big but I still manage to keep important text messages for my viewing pleasure. These text messages were from my Dearest Bie. The days before I got engaged to him, after I got engaged and after we got married. They were my precious text messages. The oldest I have is dated sometime in May 2001 when my grandmother (Ayah’s side) passed away and he was in Manjung. He informed me that he was at the movies and got out a bit late, and that’s why he wasn’t calling. Well, his text messages were more lovey-dovey compared to what I have written here.
Then there’s one where I sent him back home to KL after his visit to Seremban. He sent a text message thanking me for everything. Then there’s the one he sent which he told me that even if I have the biggest backside in the world, he would always love me no matter what. Then there was one that he sent when he had to stay at IOI Puchong for a few nights for training, I think back in March 2003. He sent a text message saying that he missed me. The other one was sent on the first day that I sent Marsya to my aunt’s place. Well, my aunt takes care of Marsya while I’m at work. I was so sad at leaving her behind that I cried in the car on the way to work. I called him up saying that I hated leaving her behind. Well, Bie sent me a text message thereafter saying not to worry and that Marsya’s in good hands.
Anyway, back to the main issue, I was trying to delete some of the messages that weren’t that important. I clicked on one function after the other and let me tell you, this Motorola phone is SO NOT user friendly. I couldn’t find a way to delete the messages. The instructions given were vague and I was afraid that if I clicked on them, all my messages would be erased. But I don’t know why my hands were SO gatal last night. I clicked on an instruction and was SHOCKED to read that all messages have been erased. I quickly went to my inbox to check whether all my precious text messages were still there.
And I sighed with relief; they were still there. So I thought, why don’t I open one message at a time and delete it one by one. I did just that, but when I went back to my inbox, ALL OF THE PRECIOUS TEXT MESSAGES WERE GONE..!! I was stunned. This couldn’t be right. I only deleted one message but why were all the other messages missing. I checked again. No messages. Past memories flashed in my head. I remembered the text messages word by word. And also how they came about. I couldn’t believe that I have actually deleted all the messages in the inbox..!! All the messages that I had taken great care not to delete. I have actually lost them. And the next thing I knew, I was crying (remember that I am STILL recovering from my state of depression). Now everything was gone. The text messages meant a lot to me. Whenever I feel down, I would look up for those messages but now they’re gone. What can I remember them by? I couldn’t very well have saved them elsewhere. I was sad. Sedih sangat-sangat. All those wonderful words gone at a blink of an eye. I don’t remember when I stopped crying but I do know that the last time I looked at the clock, it was already 4.30 in the morning.
Today, I am still sad at the thought that I can no longer look at all those sweet messages. Whenever I think about it, I shrugged it off and proceeded to do something else. You see, those messages were given to me at the spur of that moment. Now I can never capture those moments anymore. Those moments can never be re-winded. They can never be acted out again like some TV shows. The messages are gone and so were all those pure moments.
3 comments:
Mel,
While it's true that you can no longer look at those sweet SMS's (and think of special moments), you'll always have them in your heart kan?
:D
So.. still missing hubby dearest?
erk, wheres the wimbledon entry? u deleted it ke? why?
I didnt delete it. I myself don't know why it's not there anymore. Need to check but my administrator blocked my blog login. So takleh nak enter. Surprise lah.
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