I don't expect you guys to read all of this...but I hope you take the time to answer this survey yourselves just to reflect on the past year. If you do this, answer truthfully and with meaningful answers that you can look back on several years from now; it's amazing to look back on how you've grown.
This is my 8th straight year of doing this, and it's an absolute TRIP looking back and my old posts. Anyways, here it is.
@[RaelynneRosales](http://twitter.com/RaelynneRosales) i saw something protrude from your vagina today. what the hell?[kevinlien](http://twitter.com/kevinlien) wthell are you talking about?! Lol[ÃœberTwitter](http://www.ubertwitter.com/bb/download.php)**Raelynne Rosales** RaelynneRosales
What the hell is Kevin talking about? Let me take you back to the beginning...
About a month ago, Benny Luo is logging off Skype and he posts his phone number in the chat. "Everyone, just text me your name so I know which number is yours." logs off
Sorry Benny, but where's the fun in that? bwahahahahah
So instead, for the next few days, everyone from the Skype chat anonymously bombards him with dirty text messages.
As for me, I have two phone numbers (my Google Voice number which I always give out, and my non-Google number which I never use). I eventually 'fess up to Benny and tell him that the really gay texts were from me (my Google number).
But I never tell him about my non-Google number.
One night I overhear Benny on BlogTV asking Raelynne, "Hey, which one is your number?" Rae, my partner in crime, plays along and tells him, "oh, it's a 562 number." I quickly text him from my 562 non-Google number, "hey its rae lol".
"Got it, Rae! Thanks," says Benny.
Fast forward to this past week. I'm at the mall and randomly I see a mannequin that is modeling underwear. I figure "Eh, it might come in handy one day," so I take a close up shot of the crotch.
Anyways, last night, I find out that Benny is at the "Eat Drink Pink" event and he's had quite a few drinks. It was evident to me because when Gina asked him where he was, he texted back, "I don't know...lol"
I decide it is the perfect time to send him that picture...but of course, from the number that he thinks is Raelynne's.
Later that night I notice this conversation on Twitter:
@[RaelynneRosales](http://twitter.com/RaelynneRosales) i saw something protrude from your vagina today. what the hell?less than a minute ago via web**Kevin Lien** kevinlien
@[kevinlien](http://twitter.com/kevinlien) wthell are you talking about?! Lol[ÃœberTwitter](http://www.ubertwitter.com/bb/download.php)**Raelynne Rosales** RaelynneRosales
@[RaelynneRosales](http://twitter.com/RaelynneRosales) haha benny showed me a picture message you sent him. it was quite graphic hahaless than a minute ago via web**Kevin Lien** kevinlien
@[kevinlien](http://twitter.com/kevinlien) hahaha ohhh from the number he thinks is my number??[ÃœberTwitter](http://www.ubertwitter.com/bb/download.php)**Raelynne Rosales** RaelynneRosales
@[RaelynneRosales](http://twitter.com/RaelynneRosales) LOL! THAT'S SO SAD. WHAT?!less than a minute ago via web**Kevin Lien** kevinlien
Bwahahahahaha, mission accomplished!
And if you're wondering what the picture looked like, here it is:
Here are my "less obvious but still really important to me" guys:
Stan -- My closest friend from high school. We've come a long way since our awkwardly silent two-hour bus ride together for the sophomore retreat, hahah. You're one of the handful of guys that I can legit tell EVERYTHING to. Even though we're both struggling to figure out how to make it in "the real world," I know you got my back...and you know I got yours.
Chris P. -- We both want to make our marks on this world, and you constantly remind me to not settle for anything til we've done it. When I'm running low on inspiration, you always manage to inspire me.
Darwin G. -- My fuckin' awesome college roommate. We had everything in common, man. So many good times. We've completely lost touch since then but you taught me valuable skills that led me to where I am today. You helped me make something of myself and I'll be forever grateful.
Mr. Guillot -- My middle school english teacher...but you taught me SO MUCH MORE than just that -- You taught me to find my own voice; to shine my own inner light. You taught me you how to express my true self in writing. You taught me how to be ME.
Dr. McGeough -- We talked for no longer than 5 minutes but you changed my life forever. You gave me a chance when nobody else would...when even my own college advisors gave up on me. I had flunked out of school...but you got me back in, and I got nothing but A's and B's til I finally graduated.
Of course I have nothin' but love for Mom, Dad, my brothers, UDH, Webb, CPP, BTVfam, TGB and music fam. <3
No regrets here. And I don't fully believe in the notion of predestination or that "everything happens for a reason." I believe God/karma/life throws opportunities at us but it's up to us to make the best of those opportunities.
I can't predict what the future is gonna throw at me, nor can I predict how I'll react to something in the heat of the moment. So to hear that "everything happens for a reason" as if all of the good & bad times in my life were already planned out...that just doesn't work for me.
Whatever happens to me -- whether its life's curveballs thrown my way or results of bad decisions I've made in the past -- I define my own reason.
So instead of posting regrets, here are Six Painful Lessons I've Learned:
After my first heartbreak, I learned that love is nothing like the movies. There is no such thing as a simple "happily ever after." Both sides have to trust each other completely, be on the same page and be willing to make great sacrifices for each other.
After another heartbreak, I learned to look at it this way: "You wanted so bad to be with the wrong person, imagine how beautiful it'll be when you find the right one." I also learned, "Don't settle. Ever."
Six years after walking in on my college roommate having sex, I learned to appreciate all of the random, trivial and painful things that led me to where I am today. (You'll have to read that link to see what I mean.)
When someone close to me told me of their dying condition, I learned that we need to take better care of our bodies because we only get one. (I'm totally guilty of forgetting this..I need to remind myself of this more often.)
When my uncle passed away to lung cancer, I learned to never take my mom & dad for granted. This heartbreak also led me to this next one...
give really good hugs. I can tell a lot about us from just a hug.
randomly send me sincere text messages.
cook me stuff (Seriously! It's not so much about the food...it's more about the gesture of going out of your way for me).
surprise me.
show me your geeky side (musical, gaming, gadgets)
dedicate something to me, no matter how small. A tweet, a shout-out, a video comment, a bodyroll, a cupcake with my name written on it in frosting...anything.
be honest with me. You don't have to tell me everything; just don't lie to me.
win the heart of someone close to me out of the goodness of your heart (i.e. not having any hidden agendas).
not be perfect but always strive to be a better person.
If I eat like a slob around you, it means I feel close to you.
I was TRICKED into watching my first porno in 5th grade. It was called, "Ernest Goes to Congress". It definitely wasn't Ernest.
My right foot is one full shoe size larger than my left (10.5 and 9.5).
I have this OCD where I have to read every single tweet or else I feel like I missed out on something. I'm scared to follow more people cuz that means more tweets that I'll have to read.
I am ridiculously OCD over organizing stuff on my computer. My iTunes is all organized with genres, album, artist, tags, ratings and smart playlists. I've spent countless hours organizing my iPhone app icons. All my photos in iPhoto must be originals, not right-clicked-and-saved from Facebook.
I LOVE it when my tweets are exactly 140 characters. It makes me happy, like getting a clean swish in basketball.
I LOVE to write. The only problem is I'm hella OCD about it too...so I spend a ridiculous amount of time drafting things before I post them. Take my "Thoughts on BTVfam/FAP" post for example...that took me 32 hours...
I like things in odd numbers, specifically 3, 5 or 7. You might notice it in my writing.
When I use the bathroom, I ALWAYS have to look behind the shower curtain. I have this weird fear that someone is gonna jump from behind it and twitpic me with my pants
She was my biggest heartbreak. I locked up my heart for several years after her (all the way up to this year)...and she still has no idea. She never will. But you make her happy...far happier than I ever could've made her. So for that, I wish you two nothing less than a lifetime of happiness together.
Of all the amazing people I've met in the last two years, you're the only one that STILL gets me hella nervous. But I've learned how to put on a good poker face...so you'd never even know. (;
Two years ago you made a Mel Dollar out of a post-it note and slipped it into my wallet while I was using the bathroom. I still carry it in there with me. I know that we've lost touch with each other a little, especially when compared to how we used to be three summers ago, but you'll always special place in my heart. You're busy doing your thing right now, I'm busy doing mine...but we helped each other get to where we are today. I miss how we used to spend every late night chatting together, but we both know that life will bring close again when we both need it most, just like it always has.
You are by far the most passionate guy I know. When you got your heart set on something good, you go after it. But at the same time, when something rubs you the slightest wrong way, you lose your cool and go after it as well. This year I learned a lot about recognizing my moments of weakness. That way, I could take a step back before I do/say something that I'll regret later. It's something that I'm still mastering...but brother, when you learn to master it, there will be nothing in the way to stop you from doing wonderful things for this world.
I'm not convinced that all of your ambiguous, passive-aggressive posts/tweets are doing you any good. You say it's just for venting cuz it'll make you happier in person but there's a fine line between venting and straight up attacking. It just worries me cuz I feel all it does is make things worse rather than help. I f'ing love you and want nothing less than LEGIT happiness for you.
You are wifey material. Your boyfriend is so insanely lucky to have you. I hope to be as lucky as him one day.
We've been through so much this year. So many good times and learning times. Things didn't work out the way we originally expected from last January...but I cherish everything we've learned from each other since then. I love/hate how you know all of the right/wrong buttons of mine to push...but more importantly, I love how even though we have our fights, we ALWAYS end up with our relationship being stronger. I never expect to meet a perfect someone, or to have the perfect relationship...all I ask for is someone that'll love me for who I am and will stick with me as I grow through life's challenges. That's what you do for me. And I want you to know that I'll always be here to do the same for you.
Honestly when I heard you were comin' back to Cali, I wasn't even sure if I was gonna kick it with you...but I'm fucking glad we did cuz damn, you were there when I needed it most. I'm doin' really good now and a big part of it is cuz your support. Much love, brother.
I tend to not respond to bluntness very well...but I respect it when I get it from you. You're not afraid to call me out when I act like a spoiled shit. You were one of the very very few that was really there for me when I needed it. You helped me keep my head on straight when I was weak and couldn't think for myself. Much love and respect for all the shit you've helped me through in the past few months.
I'm sorry we lost our friendship. We really did have some good times back in the day. But you have to understand that we had to do FAP without you because it was best for the show. We brought together more btvfam from around the country. We showcased some great talent and featured some fresh faces. We hit max capacity crowd of 1,100. We donated $3,000 to the the Children's Hunger Fund. As long as our goals were accomplished, does it really matter who organized it anymore? Was it ever about personal glory? I hope one day we could all look back on it and only remember what FAP was always about...the fam, the music and the charity.