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title: Janelle Conti
date: Tuesday, December 1, 2009
time:Tuesday, December 01, 2009
This blog is dedicated to Janelle "Nellie" Conti.





Heyyyy Nell. Where to begin? Or the question is, how to begin?

We've known each other since we were kids, and despite the fact that I am 3 years older than you, we still managed to get along-- well at least most of the time, LOL.

I still remember those days when I would always ALWAYS go to your house and we would keep frying about a dozen eggs, 'cause those are the only things we knew how to cook. I also remember our crazy Amanda Bynes obssession, and we would listen to the teeny-bopper bands, like A-list or Westlife.

Ah, good times. But we also had our disagreements too. Like all bffs, we can't help but let our selfish nature get in the way. I remember some of the mean things I did to you, like humiliate you when we took badminton lessons together, or change your PW out of spite. I can't help but feel really sorry for that, 'til now. Then again, we were kids. Young, naive, immature, and maybe sometimes stubborn.

Then you moved to New Jersey. To be honest, I felt EXTREMELY sad because my best friend was gone. Yes, I considered you my best friend, and it took me a few years to get over it. I had to swallow the fact that you were no longer in Manila. No more eggs. No more Janelle.

We stopped talking for 5 years, until a miracle happened: I finally got to see you! Honestly, when I first saw you, I didn't know whether to run and hug you, or to just act casual and wave. I was trapped, because it's been 5 years! Who knows what happened during those years.

I guess it just felt awkward for me, because the distance did affect everything. I didn't know how to reach out to you, because I felt like I didn't know you anymore. Hence, the reason why I didn't talk to you much during my stay in New Jersey. I didn't even get to say goodbye properly, which I totally regret.

I'm sorry for not talking to you much, or for not watching New Moon with you. I know that watching that movie was really really important to you, but I thought you were mad at me or something. But I did enjoy the time we spent in Dollar Tree and Five Guys. You taught me a lot, and I know I had fun.

I'm sorry if my mom kinda embarrassed you with the picture-taking thing. I know it's REALLY embarrassing whenever our parents would act like tourists, but I guess that's what happens when they get too excited over things.

I do regret not spending time with you completely, because I really REALLY did miss you. I just didn't know what to say, because we come from different worlds now. I guess because of my self-conscious attitude, I may have hurt your parents in a way, and I am really sorry for that.

I'm also greatly sorry for giving you and your family a fright, when you guys found out that I got lost and was already on the other side of town. Hope I didn't get you in trouble or anything.

But I would also like to thank you for letting me sleep in your room, and for lending me your brown sunglasses, and for introducing me to your friends from Jacksonville, and for just being an excellent hostess.

I'm sorry I wasn't able to say goodbye. I didn't know whether to wake you up or not. When I called you earlier, I was surprised by how our conversation went. It's like someone ignited the candle we shared--we're still connected in a way. I don't know if you felt it, but I know I did.

You were my best friend in the Philippines, and I hope that we can be BFFs again, even if we come from different worlds. Let me close with a favorite quote of mine from Gossip Girl.

"Shoulder pats may come and go, but a BFF is forever. Because even if you're not sure where you're headed, it helps to know you're not going alone. No one has all the answers and sometimes the best we can do is just apologize and let the past be the past. Other times, we need to look to the future and know that even if we think we've seen it all, life can still surprise us, and we can still surprise ourselves."

I hope to see you soon. I'm sorry, I miss you, thank you, and ILY.


Until we meet again. XOXO


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