Got this YM message from a churchmate back in the Philippines asking me whether my old Philippine mobile number has roaming or not. I don’t know about you but I have this notion that when somebody asks you this sort of question, he usually has some intent of contacting you. But then…

xxx: aileen, is your old phone no. on roaming?
yeyenman: no
xxx: delete ko na then
yeyenman: why do you need to call or text me? (late na-enter and was wondering what important message was needed to be sent)
yeyenman: ah ok (huh? basag, shet)
xxx: no, just saw your name in my phonebook

Sheesh, maybe I was just shocked or a bit too sensitive this day that I honestly feel kind of irked. I mean here I am trying to work (or not, hahaha, geez, aileen puro ka nga party eh), trying hard not to remember that, hey you’re working in a foreign country away from the life you knew (this coming from someone who does nothing but embrace everything Japan has to offer) and you receive this heartless message informing you that you are about to be deleted from his list of contacts. Comforting, really. I mean just how many bytes of memory space do I occupy in your phone? Kind of reminds me of the opening scene in the movie Amelie, when this guy after coming from his friend’s funeral goes straight to his apartment and erases his friend’s contact details. Difference is that I AM NOT DEAD YET. Geez, if you want to erase my number, just do so. You don’t have to tell me about it, okay?

Anyway, this may just have been a bad day. I hate rejection. I hate being forgotten. I hate being taken for granted and any of its forms. Hmph. I hate this day.