PERSONAL/RANDOM/ADVICE QUESTIONS FOR ME? kEEP IT SHORT.

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I miss him. I miss this guy so much. 

He was…well still is my best guy friend. I had so many memories with him. Memories I wish I could go back to…I could re-live.

I met him during during highschool. I was still in the Philippines that time. My first impression on him: he’s a a freakin good dancer. I wasnt really expecting that we were going to get close…that we’re going to be bestfriends. Not until my 2nd year highschool that I really gotten a chance to know this guy. I guess we got more close because we’re in the same class and his friends were my friends. There was a time when we started texting…texting every night…everyday. That’s when we really got close. We goyt cute little nicknames… we call each other “Beh.”That’s when I started to see him as a person I cant manage to lose. I guess you know where this story goes huh? Yes…I felt something for him. I dont want to sound overly confident but I think the feeling was mutual. I really feel comfortable around him…I’d goof around and he wont mind. As a matter of fact he would goof around with me. We would go to malls and just hang out there…then we’d meet friends after. I share the same passion as him…dancing and that’s what made us even closer. I guess it was a big shocker especially to my best girlfriends that I would share a special friendship with this guy. No it’s not that he’s ugly..he’s super cute actually… it’s just that I’m not the type that would really enter into that loveydovey stuff if you know what I mean. I guess there’s a reason why Im not the loveydovey type. Well, during that time with him, I started being soooo emotional. Drama queen. Embarrassing!! AHH! I would cry and make a scene at times…well i think i did it quite often.Looking back at those memories makes me want to punch my old self!teehee I was childish back then… inexperience when it comes to relationship…heck he was the first guy I like or love…whatever. Point is…we had something special. 

But it was the best time of my life…coz he was part of it. No, what we had wasnt official…heck i didnt know what we had…I just know that he makes me happy, makes me laugh, makes me cry, makes me do stupid things, he’s someone I hate to lose.

2007. Year when I left the Philippines. It was summer and I was in a vacation in Manila. A remember that day, It was hot and we were all in my Grandma’s house eating lunch. My mom and dad, who lives in Calif., called up. My mom told me to go back to Bacolod (my province) and pack all my things. I asked what for? She said she wants us to join them in California, said that it’s about time we went home. I said no. actually I shouted NO! She said it cant be negotiated…we have to go. My mom really hated the thought of us being far away from them.. I mean, of course it’s normal! I know I cant contest her decision. The first thought that came to my mind…HIM. Honestly…he was the first person that entered my mind. He wasnt the first one to know that I was leaving. I didnt know how to tell him….and I dont even want to tell him…hoping that I could escape this reality. But I know I cant runaway…He needs to know. So he found out and he said that I should go. We were chatting via webcam and I see that he’s smiling and all. He was happy for me…though I wanted him to be sad that I’d be leaving…that I’d be halfway around the world. I know he doesnt want me to be upset and all. Coz seeing him upset would make me more upset! I thought, what would happened now…to us. I dont want to be far from my bestfriend.

I got one week and a half to go back, pack, say goodbye to all my friends and leave. How I wanted to spend those days with him…and I did, well most of it.

Anyways…I remember saying goodbye to him. He went to see me off with a couple of our closest friends. I remember hugging him the last time…wanting not to let go. I remember my aunt telling me “Hey we need to leave” I remember myself still holding on. I remember sitting in the plane and staring out my window…thinking about all the things I will be leaving behind. It’s as if that one and a half week wasnt enough. Not enough at all!

I remember getting a text message from HIM before my flight to calif. He’s all saying goodbye…sorry….something about friendship…that he’ll be there as a friend. I remember hurting so much because of this. I didnt want to hear/read all those words.. goodbye.sorry.friend.

First few months after I got here in LA…we didnt even talk. we didnt even say hi via chat. NO communication at ALL! I hated it! I mean…who wouldnt! but i figured it really is for the best. Id hurt more if he talks to me.. I’ll miss him more if I do…and moving on will be tough. 

After years! take note… years! we finally got a chance to talk. I think, if my memory wont fail me…it was during his birthday. AUGUST 12. I said Happy Birthday and he replied…thank you. :) That’s when we started talking again…as if nothing happened…as if we were back to where we were when we first met…friends.

I dont hold grudges…nor do I dwell in the past. I still miss him though…I miss our friendship. He’s my best guy friend and certainly one of the first few people I would run and hug once I visit Philippines. 

I love you…miss you. Dont think I forgot that it’s your birthday today! So happy birthday. Hope you read this:)

rawwwr! it’s tumblr’s fault!

JK! teeheee!—- edited by shesnotadude.

I really dont care how many followers I have coz what matters the most for me are the readers that i’m able to inspire and touch. Thank you for those who have submitted their stories, those who shared their innermost thoughts, to those who have trusted me with their secrets, those who asked for my advice. I love my followers readers who have supported me and this blog and who have showed their love and appreciation for the effort I put in. 

Just so you know, your messages also inspire me. I’ve read stories that have touched me and changed my life. Stories that were able to broaden my perspective and view life in a different way. Unforgettable stories that I thought would only happen in movies, story books. 

Last year, a friend of mine told me about tumblr. She urged me to make my own tumblr blog…she says you can express yourself here…be who you are without people judging you. And if someone does judge you, well, you dont know them so it wont matter that much. I said I’d give it a try. My ex broke up with me during that time…and tumblr was my only escape. I’d rant here, posts quotes, songs about the broken hearted. Then I figured…hey, i should make my blog a blog for the broken hearted…but as time pass…my brokenness faded…and I got tired of all the sad posts I have. Heymissawesome.tumblr was born. A blog dedicated to inspire people, o remind people that they are not alone…that somewhere in the world is a person who feels the same way they do. A blog that seeks to give hope to the broken hearted, a blog where you can express yourself, share your stories and urge you to think about life in a positive way. So thank you Angel (my friend) and Martin (my ex) for inspiring me to use tumblr and for all my readers and tumblr friends!! 

THANK YOU! and I love you guys!

xoxoxo,

Anne

Gosh my friend Gabe has a poser?…unbelievable! He’s so stressed out…and he even called me and asked me to report the fb page. I got a little annoyed of him..but I guess its normal to be pissed off. He just needs someone to rant…he found me…unfortunately Im in a bad mood today so I wasnt of much help to him. Why do people create a facebook page  and use another person’s identity?? I told him maybe it’s a girl and she has a crush on him…or maybe he’s a guy and he’s planning to use the fb page to pick up girls teeehee. Whatever reason it is, I think he should think positive about the whole situation. It just means he is just too damn awesome that people idolize him. Maybe that poser is too insecure of himself. Gabe is lucky he has a poser…of all the people the poser chose him. I wish I have a poser too(sike!)