the friend i used to know

i was intoxicated again with my friendster addiction. i browsed through numerous pages of profiles until i got to a page of someone who was my good friend back in my elementary years at my alma mater in pasig.

wow. you have the same name as my friend, the same slitty and dreamy eyes, the same geeky humor but i feel like i'm looking at a stranger. i read through your profile. i was pensive while browsing through the testimonials. it really is you... but not quite.

remember the time when you were as simple as me? remember the time when you were as geeky as me? remember the time when we talked about "uncool" things that no one else knew about? remember the time when we used to look at the "popular crowd" from afar? remember the indecent jokes you taught me? do you remember me at all?

i know i've lost you. we've already grown so apart that i can't be comfortable around you anymore. in finding you, i've truly lost you.

i don't know your new group of friends. i don't know what you're into right now. i don't know the company you've grown up with.

where is that corny lovefool nerd? the one who used to think that "michael learns to rock" was the coolest band on the planet?

i still haven't changed. i'm still that kid who likes talking about silly things.

it won't do me good to stagnate on this friendster page. click, click.

choose your own epitaph

i never realized that reading friendster testimonials can send my heart fluttering like an ecstatic insect. they do good to beef up your ego.

maybe i can pick one to be put on my epitaph? goody! i get to get the one i like best!

you can be my friend with a click of a button?

sure, sure. a hefty lot of people rave like it's armaggedon about friendster.

but really? are all the people in your friends list your... uhmm... friends?

at first, i passed a law in the republic of me that i'd never accept anyone that i don't really know---people who didn't fall in the friends category, at least in my book.

someone i didn't know gave me an invite. she was so nice and polite in asking permission from me to add her to my list. i ain't no ogre. stranger #1 appended to my list. a few weeks more, stranger#2 came, stranger#3 followed... and so on. my list comprised of friends, acquaintances and who-knows-who's.

somehow, i feel a little guilty. i spent an awful amount of my life with the people i genuinely know as friends before i called them such then complete strangers just need to be polite then i award them with the "friend" tag with a click of the mouse?

maybe i'm digging in too deep. maybe i've nothing much better to do.