I spent last night up until the wee hours of morning so that I'd have a chance to talk to Tere who's quarter-way around the world (she's in Austria which is at GMT + 2) and just to at least catch a glimpse of her to sustain me for the next few days. She's there right now representing the UP College of Law in the Wilhem C. Vis International Private Law Moot Court and I do hope that all who reads this pray for her and her team.
But that is actually not the main topic of this post (tere, forgive me but I have to vent this out). While I was actually talking to tere I was again at my multi-tasking self. I was updating my phone's software, talking to tere, browsing through some long forgotten files in my external hd and of course surfing the net. And I don't know what brought me to it but I went to Friendster just to check it out (yep my friends, it is still alive!) and I was surprised to see a friend commenting on another friend's photo. The photo had two of my friends eating something in the beach and boy was i surprised. These were the ones I supposedly called my close friends and none of them had the gall to invite me to this beach outing. With my rationalising self I came out with possible explanations and of course I gave all of them the benefit of the doubt but in spite of it, what pains me the most is that this is actually not the first time that it has happened. We've been friends for 12 or more years yet it appears that we were only close during the four years that we were together. And when we stepped into college it was as if I was slowly eased out of their lives. Again, I can blame all of this on myself by being busy with a lot of stuff but now in retrospect how can I say that I'm busy to them when they haven't asked me if I was available in the first place?
And I guess that's the harsh reality of life. When people don't need you anymore or when they determine that you're not fun to be with or when they simply forget about you then you are nothing but a mere name in their phonebooks, in their email address list only to be remembered when they need it.
I wrote a post with the feelings eerily similar to this one but with a very different feeling
