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Silence doesn't mean that one doesn't exist.

Sometimes, it means patience, the humble attempt to control the urge of practically strangling a person through words whose profound meanings only a few people can understand.

Silence sometimes means giving this person the attention that he deserves, none.

Silence sometimes stands for apathy or even the mute response of the disheartened.

As for me, silence is a by-product of my busy schedule, of my thesis, of the incomparable stress of academic life. Silence is a result of my priorities, of what I think is more important above other things. Silence is my response to the complexities of my life now.

If your idea of existence rests on frequent emails and regular posts, then by all means, call me nonexistent.

Only true friends understand that friendship need not be based on tangibility, whether it's over the internet or on the phone or even in SMS. Friends need not say all the time that they remember each other. Friends need not send emails frequently just to let each other know of their care and yes, of their existence as well. They don't need these things. Because they already know.

Thanks to those true friends who understood and who always understand. It's inspiring to know that our friendship is of a stronger base. Rest assured that after I settle all of my work in school, I'd be back in mainstream again.I'd be back that even those who think wrongly of me will know that I still exist, that even those who reprimand my not being able to contact them will swallow their shallow definition of existence and of friendship.

I have spoken not to disprove your claims nor your judgement of me.

I have spoken because silence sometimes isn't loud enough.


PERIOD!