100th Follower!

So, I logged into my tumblr account, and as I checked out my posts, I saw this:

sikolohiyang-pinoy is a tumblog where you can seek advise and stuff. This is why I like tumblr. It's so user friendly and the users can interact with each other in a more.... communicative way... or something...

Anyway, this guy, is my 100th tumblr follower! After two years of blogging for tumblr, I have reached a number I never thought possible. 100. I have 100 followers! wow. I still can't believe it. so, to sikolohiyang-pinoy, thank you very much and congratulations for becoming my 100th follower! :D

Awesome

Just me and LoveBabe singing Till There Was You Last Monday. I am currently in love with this Beatles Song. Paul McCartney is awesome. :P

Tips for Online Shopping

If you hate the crowded environment of shopping malls and department stores or maybe you're just plain lazy, and need to buy something, yet you don't want to spend too much money, I suggest you give online shopping a go. I've only tried online shopping twice. Both times, I was quite satisfied. Do I need to tell you what I bought? No, of course not. why would you care if I bought toys and video games online? oops.

Anyway, If you're new to online shopping, here are a few tips based from my experience. Mind you, this is mostly applicable to those of you who use Sulit.com.ph.But try and use it on any other time you're buying stuff online from some stranger.

1. Make sure the price is right. For instance, you're buying second hand video games for your PlayStation2. The seller is pricing his goods for 400 a piece, but the games were submerged in floodwater. Meaning, The case has been water damaged and does not at all look good. But he claims the games still play. If it were me, I would not buy it for 400. I'd buy it for a 100, which I believe is a fair price since the game might've gotten more damage than the seller thought. 
2. Haggle. In layman's terms, "tawad". The whole point of online shopping is to get things cheap. Sometimes, sellers are willing to go down. If they're selling an item for 400, try and bring it down to as low as the seller is willing to go. Don't try to ask for a very low price because the seller might get insulted and not go down at all. Remember, Be courteous when talking to sellers. Respect begets respect.
3. Meet Ups over Shipping. When buying items online, I suggest you go for meet ups rather than shipping. Because a.) it's cheaper. because with shipping, the seller might ask you to pay for the shipping fee. That's additional money out of your pocket. and b.) With meet ups, you can actually see the condition of the item before you pay for it, and it will be a chance for you to see your seller in person. 
4. Location. Location. Location. you will want to have meet ups as close to your place as possible to avoid spending too much on transportation fees. The Seller will be thinking the same. So if you're looking for items online, look for sellers that are around your neighborhood. Because if you found a good deal, but you live in QC, and your seller wants to have meet ups in SM Marilao, well you're better off finding the same item somewhere else.
5. Ask for a Warranty. If you have doubts about the functionality of your purchased item, you can always ask the seller for a warranty. When I bought my games, the seller agreed to give me a one week warranty. This will be your chance to test out the item. And with the warranty, you and your seller could work something out if the item breaks or something. 
6. Repeat. Do it all over again the next time you go on to sulit.com.ph. 

Well, there you have it. I hope that my tips will help those who want to give online shopping a go. If you have any other tips that I might have missed out, feel free to leave them in the comments section. Cheers Readers! and Happy Shopping!

When I'm With You

This song is dedicated to the one and only who made me cry and is now the reason I scream in my sleep at night. :D Cheers!

Don't Leave Me

I went upstairs to play with my PlayStation. My pop was playing Silent Hill 3, so I let him play. After a while, he left saying he was tired. So I went in and took over.

I took out the SH3 DVD and put in my Tony Hawk: Pro Skater 3. For some reason, the system keeps hanging. At first I thought it was nothing. So I tried a different game. I put in my Gran Turismo. The same thing. i can't even play the game itself.

My PlayStation was freezing up. It reads my games, but then freezes in the middle of the credits before the title screen appears. What the Hell is going on? I stop playing for one day and this happened. I shouldn't suspect my pop, but... What did he do? He was the last one playing with it before it became like this... hmm...

I'll try and open up the PS2 when I'm not busy.. maybe after all this Finals stuff.. I hope I don't spend my Sem Break without it.

LSS: Till There Was You- The Beatles

There were bells on a hill
But I never heard them ringing
No I never heard them at all
Till there was you

There were birds in the sky
But I never saw them winging
No I never saw them at all
Till there was you

Then there was music and wonderful roses
They tell me in sweet fragrant meadows of dawn and dew

There was love all around
But I never heard it singing
No I never heard it at all
Till there was you

Then there was music and wonderful roses
They tell me in sweet fragrant meadows of dawn and dew

There was love all around
But I never heard it singing
No I never heard it at all
Till there was you

Sung by Paul McCartney. I've been playing this on iTunes on repeat for the past hour or so, and before that, it was playing in my head over and over. Listen to the song. I encourage you to do so. :)

Grow up!

I feel aggressive right now. Like... I can take on the entire world and pin it down to the count of the referee. 1...... I feel like I can put my troubles in a sleeper hold, and watch it as it struggles for air. 2..... It starts to grow tired as it slowly turns red from lack of oxygen..... 3....... It has stopped moving. I let go and the referee announces me the winner!

I wish conquering our troubles were as easy as putting them in a head lock. But it's not. It's not always about the strength, it's sometimes about how good you are in manipulating the enemy and conquering them in the end. We not only need physical strength, but Great minds as well.

But this post isn't about that. It's about me wanting to wrestle someone out of sheer agitation. I'm frustrated for reasons I don't know. All i really know is that I want to fight! I must have had too much sugar again.

But have you experienced being wrestled? I did. When I was in grade school, I'll admit, I was quite the tomboy. I used to play wrestling with the other boys. I used to put them in head locks and they'd put me in one too... Those were great times.... those were times where we did what we wanted, when we wanted and didn't give a fuck about what the others thought. My friends were happy. I was happy. Funny, I forgot about that until now....

A lot of people say that when they were kids, they wanted to grow up so bad. And now, as young adults, they all wish they were kids again. Me? I cried when I hit puberty. I didn't want to grow up. I guess part of me knew how hard it was going to be when I became an adult. I wanted to be a kid forever.

But alas, we all have to grow up. I've grown up. I still hate it. But I'm still happy I'm alive for as long as this. I'm turning into an adult. I have to make some serious decisions soon, like if I'm going to move out of my parents' house, or getting married, or if i have to sell my Play Station....

All of this growing up...... I just... I just wish I could wrestle it. If I can just wrestle with growing up just as I did when I was a kid. I would kick growing up's butt and prove to everyone that I'm stll a kid deep down... A kid trapped in a grown up's body.

Everyone has a kid in them. It's just a matter of letting that kid out once in a while. We all need to feel young. And when we do, we feel better about ourselves. We feel refreshed, like we actually are kids again. I like that feeling. I want to feel that always.

I guess what I'm saying is, We are all destined to grow old. But It's our choice whether we want to Grow the f*** up!

The Kiss

His lips were cold against mine.  Not surprising since he just finished eating ice cream. I can still taste and smell the Ube in his mouth. Oh, I don't ever want this kiss to end.

I am frustrated

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Bad Feeling

Our Statistics prof has cancelled classes for the second week in a row. The last time we had class with him was during our midterm, where he said that we were good for nothings who didn't take his class seriously. After that, he dismissed the class.

Last week he said he had a meeting, this week, I'm not sure what he has to do. Anyway, It's really not like him to miss out on his classes. I'm starting to have a bad feeling about this by the end of the semester. What's he planning? I don't want to fail. I'm trying really hard here.

This bad feeling.... I wish it would go away....

Bad Dreams Vs. Bad Reality

When your dreams are haunting you, at the same time as your reality, where would you rather be? The bad dream that's unreal, or the reality that seems unreal? Which pain is worth it? For me, I guess it would have to be the dream.

Bad dreams will wake you up in the middle of the night screaming. Bad reality will have you screaming and wishing you were dreaming. Yeah, I guess that's right. A bad dream is always better than a bad reality, at least you always wake up. Have you ever experienced waking up not once, but twice in the middle of the night, screaming. That dream...... it felt so real.... I was so relieved when I woke up....

I know that sometime in the near future, that dream will come true... But I just hope I'm wrong..... I can't stand that pain it it becomes a reality.....

For the PS2 Gamer...

My friend Harold thinks I’m stupid for buying original games for outrageous prices, when I can just download and burn it on my own. He doesn’t understand. He wants to get everything for free. He doesn’t seem to believe in an honest way.But I can’t really judge him on that, because he’s only acting out according to his belief.

Anyway, I found a couple of games on Sulit(.)com that I really wanted, and so I contacted the seller. He was selling four games plus a PS2 Memory Card for 1,600. He was willing to go down to about 1,400 for the entire set but that’s just too steep for me. I actually wanted the four minus the memory card, but as the saying goes; we can’t have it all. So I just decided to buy the Gran Turismo and the Onimusha: War Lords. We agreed on the price of 800. I’m getting the games this Saturday. Harold can rip on me all he wants about buying original, but I can rest assured that these will last me a long time.

Let me tell you a bit about pirated PS2 games based on my experience; They may be alright now, but after a while, say a few years, sometimes months, they start to break. The game will have lags, and sometimes the system can’t read them anymore. This sucks, especially if one of your favorite games is a pirated copy.

And when you’re buying pirated games, there is no testing, and there is no warranty. It’s a gamble. You buy it, you try it at home, it doesn’t work, BOOM! you were just screwed out of 50/80 pesos, depending on the store. I got burned this way more than once. The store did have a warranty. I go back and try to exchange it for hopefully a functioning game, but alas, I was totally screwed out of my 80 pesos.

But if you don’t have the money for original games, I know a place where you can get cheap pirated games with 60-40 chance of it working. Marikina Riverbanks Mall. Harold gets his games from there. I even bought a couple of games there myself. I can help you out if it doesn’t work. I know how to make them work for your system. If you’re going to buy a PS2 system, I suggest you get a PS2 FAT. It’s the original model. It has its own cooling system, whereas the PS2 SLIM has not. Plus a FAT is easier to modify than a SLIM.

My system is a PS2 FAT. It’s Japanese. How can you tell? When the confirm button is the O Button. It’s American if the confirm button is X.

Why am I telling you all of this? the Era of the PlayStation2 is over. it is now the Era of wireless controllers and wifi capable Consoles, like the PS2’s successor, the PlayStation3.

I just wanted to share my knowledge about video games. I hope that somehow I helped. Cheers Reader!

Annoying Melvin is Annoying

I just got back from covering a Tae Kwon Do event in Marikina. I was with the boys, Melvin and Harold plus Jinni and her cousin. We interviewed and took photos and videos of the event. There is no doubt that Tae Kwon Do is an awesome sport.

Anyway, Melvin handed me some papers with hand written stuff on it. "ano to?" "Yung script." I looked at it and was a little annoyed. "Pinapatype mo ba sakin?" Melvin just grins at me like the idiot he is. He had one job. ONE JOB! I handled all the download and editing of pictures and shit, I already have a lot to do. And Melvin decides to be an ass. I've been asking him to type this script for days because our Producer is looking for it. But no. He decides to make me do it. What. an. ASS.

So now, I have to type this shit in, avoid the rage of our producer, finish editing the pictures needed for our Segment, fix up the pictures for Sports Journ, Write articles for Sports Journ and submit a copy of the Statistics Essay, because SOMEBODY didn't include my work even though I already submitted it! geddemit. I'm a little pissed right now.

But I have little choice but to do everything. oh fuck! I forgot! I still have to study our proposal for tomorrow's presentation! Plus the midterm this Saturday! waah! I'm busy. I like it. At the same time I hate it. Fuck you Melvin for making me type the script. You were supposed to friggin do it. 

Enslaved

Blood shot eyes, messy work area, zombie-like face. The marks of a computer's slave. He works for hours in front of the PC, doing work. A typical slave is a college student. They are usually captured around the time their finals are drawing near. Their professors, think its good fun to give them work up to their eyeballs. They think its fun to over work their students and make them think that the job their doing is extremely relevant to whatever job they will be getting in the future. In reality, the students are also the slaves of their teachers.

Students think they know what freedom is. But little do they know that their concept of "freedom" is actually another form of enslavement wherein they think they're free, but in reality, they are still trapped. Think of it this way, a sheep is left to wander the field. he can go as far as the fence. His freedom ends where the fence begins.

We are the sheep. Our parents, teachers and politicians, they are the fence. They stop us from doing what we want. and force us to conform. They want us to act "normal". But what is normal? No one really knows. every country, and everyone has a different sense of what is "normal". some think it's normal to put nutella on their hotdog. Some find it strange. What to me is normal, is to you strange and unacceptable.

We let ourselves be enslaved by society. We let ourselves be formed in the image of society's "norms". Is it relevant? I don't know.

In fact, I don't even know why I'm telling you all of this while my work is waiting to be done. Just remember this: We are all enslaved one way or another. no one is really free. The fence cannot be seen now, but you will come across it, soon enough.

Teeth

I've been having dental problems for the past few weeks. I've been gargling my Dad's booze just to make the pain go away. But it's like the pain in my heart. It goes away for a while, but comes back.

So the day before I turned 20, I went to a new dentist because my old one was too busy. She was a nice lady who lived a few streets from us. Her clinic was like, a living room/sari sari store/ dental clinic where the other waiting patients can sit and watch you as you writhe in agony because of the dental drill.

Plus her equipment, though they're acceptably clean, I still prefer my old dentist. Because I just don't think they're that clean. My old dentist keeps everything in this closet like thing made of steel which I think keeps everything sanitized until further use.

The last thing I don't like is the fact that this particular dentist, DOES NOT WEAR GLOVES. I mean... yeah sure you wash your hands, but.... I just don't feel comfortable with people putting their fingers in my mouth. How the heck do I know if it really is clean? ahk.

This latest trip to the dentist has taught me one important lesson: Always brush your teeth and and keep them healthy. Why I hated brushing my teeth as a kid, I will never know.

My Band Aid.

I wander the streets, lost in thought. The only thing I hear is the Beatles track blasting from my earphones.

I don't really know where I'm headed. I still have three hours of waiting to do. I stop in front of a store's glass window to look at myself. It's true what they say. I lost a lot of weight. Plus my hair is a lot longer now than from my early teenage years. Where has the time gone?

Appearance wasn't the only thing that changed. My entire being changed. No longer did I slash my wrist, no longer was I possessive with my friends, and no longer was I happy.

When did the rainbow of happiness go away? I don't know. I just woke up one day and was surprised that it was gone, to be replaced by a rain cloud that followed me wherever I went. Sure, the rain would sometimes stop, and allow sunshine to come through, but at the end of the day, as I lay in bed, I stop and think that I am unhappy. I don't understand why. My friends love me, my family loves me. What more can I possibly ask for? But still, the emptiness I feel before I fall asleep lingers like a thorn on my thumb.

Because of this empty feeling, and because I don't want my friends to be annoyed by my relentless misery, I smile. I smile when I'm down. I smile to hide the loneliness and pain. I smile to hide the damage. It's my band aid. No one really knows how sad and lonely you feel when you flash them a smile.

But am I really damaged? or am I just imagining things? Someone once told me that I really should stop thinking about bad things. The past mostly. Because they happened. It's done. All you can do is accept it. Maybe they are right. Maybe I'm just wallowing in the past. But somehow I feel like I'm not.

I don't think about the events from earlier this year anymore. I'm focusing on my work. That's why I want to be busy. I want to be able to do things. I want to forget. I wanna have a fresh start with someone. I just want that chance.

"uy!" I heard her through my earphones. I came back to reality and I saw her. She looked happy to see me. I like it when people are happy to see me. it makes me feel like someone cares. "uy ka din. Aga mo ata?" "walang prof eh." "Buti naman. ano? tara na?" "sige" and with that, I left my thoughts for tonight on my bed. For now, I'm going to try and be happy. My band aid is doing its job. fooling everyone. I sometimes wonder if anyone will see through it. No one likes lifting up other people's band aids. All they'll see is damage. Damage they believe deserve to be hidden away under it. "gutom ka na ba? tagal mo nagantay eh." "Medyo. tara siomai tayo." "basta libre mo." "haha. sige. Malakas ka sakin eh." I'll try to be happy. I'll try to heal. I want to take off the band aid. I don't like it very much.

You know what I wished for my birthday? I wished for the void in my heart to be filled. I wonder if it will come true.....

Playstation2

yesterday was my birthday. The day of my birth. The day when I was brought in to this world.

Yesterday I celebrated two decades of existence. With the celebration with my friends and cousins, it was awesome! But what made it even better?

this made it better:

My PlayStation2 Greeted me on my birthday! aww... The game I'm Playing here is Metal Gear Solid2: Substance. It's an extended version of MGS2: Sons of Liberty which happens to be one of my all time favorite video games.

My sister sent me three PS2 games and two PS3 games for our sister's husband. I want to play the PS3. But our TV can't handle that fancy pants game console. I'm no fan of PC gaming because that requires a High-End PC like David's. So I stick to a PS2.

Anyway, I only wanted to share this because I'm gonna go play now. see ya!

Content

The internet at my parents' house is back up. Yes. I am incredibly happy. So how goes it? I don't have much to say. specially now because I have to work on that script for BroadJourn. If I don't give it in soon, Gab will kick my ass. So I'll post some more stuff later... After I do my job.

Cheers!

untrue Things

Last friday, we had our Midterm in Statistics. after that, our prof said that because of the grades, he believes that we weren't taking his class seriously and that he didn't want to adjust to our level anymore.

he said it was because of the cheaters he saw and some other shit. Honestly, I haven't cheated in Statistics. and I don't always study my lessons. But with Statistics it's different. I actually pay attention and I take his lessons seriously. And the studying I do? I study one week before he gives the test.

But for some reason, it is never enough to pass. Oh how cruel faith is to me. I know that I am in danger, but I also know that the semester is not over yet. There are still chances for me to prove that guy wrong. That I deserve to pass and that I don't deserve to fail.

I'll show him and my classmates that I can be good with numbers... They will all see....

Unfair Treatment is Unfair!

This all started the other day. I was eating lunch with my friends right? and one of them said "pag tinawagan natin yun mababdtrip pero pag si ano ang tumawag okay lang."

After those words left her mouth, It got me thinking as I was drinking my Pepsi Pogi. are those actions justified? I mean, you can be as mean as you want to your friends, but when it's your lover, you are as sweet as sugar? I mean, seriously. You're friends were there before your lover. they were there when you are down, (most of the time), and they were there for your triumphs. Your lover, well...he was just there. doing nothing.

I never thought I'd see the day when a friend is afraid to show concern over the welfare of a friend just because they know that that person will yell and get mad at them. I guess what I'm saying is that, we should treat our friends with a little more respect. what my friend is doing just doesn't seem right.

To quote that guy from Futurama, "i don't want to live in this planet anymore"

Posting from beyond the Surface

Wasup followers? I haven't been able to update much because our internet provider decided to be  a bitch and die. Meaning we don't have internet at home/ It's been like this for a while now. I'm posting from a planet that makes you pay to use their internet services and computers. that's right. I'm at a computer shop.

I didn't want to spend the money. but my leader needed the updated stuff for our Research. he isn't online yet. But I'm still waiting. Because he still needs to check and see if it's okay or if I need to edit it.

Anyway, I'm still alive and awesome. Yesterday, I watched The Expendables 2 with SexyLove and LoveBabe. It was hella awesome. Plus Chuck Norris was there! Awesome movie is awesome.

I'm going to post about other stuff in my next few posts. gotta make the most of my two hours here on this planet.

Cheers!

Evil People

I saw this picture on facebook through our office admin, and through the Philippine Animal Welfare Society's facebook page.

My dad once told me, you can tell what kind of person someone is by the way they treat animals. Me? I like dogs, but I am also afraid of them. But I would never hurt one. I would avoid them at most. these people are evil and they shall suffer greatly in the pits of hell. Thou shall not kick cats down the stairs, especially pregnant mama kitties. Maybe I should kick them? To think that these girls are from a State University. My parents' taxes are paying for their college! How horrible! They should learn the error of their ways. It is never a good thing to kick an animal.

What I'm about to show you next is more evil than this.

This is a picture of Popeye. the dog from San Mateo Rizal, whose owner poured kerosine over his body and lit him on fire. While he was on fire, that man dragged him by his chains across the floor. The PAWS team rescued the dog, and when he was at PARC, the man's wife stormed into the office and demanded that they surrender her dog back. because her husband didn't mean to burn the dog. "I dare you, bitch. Try stepping into PARC. Any day. Any time. You'll have to step over my dead body." Ms. Laxamana is quoted saying regarding Popeye's case.

Sadly, Popeye passed away last Sunday Morning. But the PAWS Volunteers and advocates promise to fight for Popeye's case and they will try to put the man responsible for his death to justice!

The Pirate

My friend Harold taught me how to re-burn PS2 games so that they would work with a modified PS2. Everytime I burn him a PS2 game, I feel so.... "illegal". This must be what criminals feel. hahaha.

But hey, I'm saving serious money here. a Brand new Play Station 2 game costs like a thousand, while a second hand one could go for as low as 500 or as high as 800 depending on the condition. Prices are still high and the PS2 is almost obsolete!

I don't feel too guilty. After all, most if not all the songs on my iTunes was downloaded illegally. I don't download the game, I just burn it. What Harold would do is, he would buy pirated games from Marikina Riverbanks which costs 50 pesos. (I've bought some of my favorite games from there)

Sometimes, the game would work but it would have bugs, like it's loading too long, or the system freezes up after the character does an action.
The game I re-burned for Harold is Fatal Torment III. He said that the glitch was that it keeps freezing whenever he enters a room.

I re-burned it, and tested it out on my own PlayStation. its working fine. But I think its taking a long time to load. Anyway, I'll let Harold deal with it. I'm out of blank DVDs! By the way, he provided his own DVD.

Do you want me to burn you a DVD? maybe a music CD? Just talk to me and we'll work something out. I also do Powerpoint presentations and anything else that can be put into a blank CD or DVD. All of course, for a small fee.

I am the Pirate!

A Bad Dream

                                 "It's the first time, that I'm worried of a bad dream."
                                                                                           --Kaleidoscope: Blink182

This pretty much describes my feelings about a dream I had the other night... I don't want to post what it is, because I'm afraid that it might come true. The dream involves someone dying....someone really close to me.

This is just one of those times that I wish my dreams would not come true. I'm really scared. This person jokingly said to me yesterday: "I think I might die soon." they had no idea what kind of impact that had on me.

anyway, I don't want them to die. I........ I am scared. That was a really bad dream. I remember crying uncontrollably. I don't need that now......

Metal Gear!

Right now, I am in love with my desktop wallpaper.

In case you're wondering, that's Raiden from the Metal Gear Solid series. He first made his appearance in my favorite game, Metal Gear Solid 2: Sons of Liberty. and he now returns to Metal Gear Rising as a half human half robot thing! I don't know much about it, except the fact that it will be released sometime this year, and that I can't play it.

Oh, I can play it, it's just that.... It's only going to be released for the PlayStation 3. and all I have is a PlayStation 2. And even if they do release this for the PC, I can't play it because of my PC's specs. oh how cruel the world is sometimes...

Oh well, I guess I'll just have to satisfy myself with my wallpaper. After all, it's Raiden! the coolest agent from FoxHound right next to Solid Snake himself!

I love video games. I wish I had more time to spend playing them though. I miss my PSP. I still haven't gotten it repaired yet. maybe in a few weeks.... My PS2 yearns for my company. But all I can give it is at least 30mins of my time. oh how sad.

Anyway, happy gaming gamers! :D

I wanted to write a poem. I've been staring into this blank page for sometime now. The inspiration doesn't hit me. What is wrong with me?

Realization

So, I was watching the news the other day, and everyone was like, "Robredo was such a good man. He shouldn't have died" and other stuff. But they all had one thing in common, they all agreed that Robredo was a good man.

And then the other day, my classmate from grade school passed away because of Brain Cancer. may he rest in peace. And again, it is said that he was a good man.

Then I remembered someone saying, "Why must the good die young?" And so I put two and two together. I have found a way to end my life without having to really end it. All I have to do is be good.

That seems like a good way to go out right? You've done good deeds, you end your life, and you meet God. I'm still sick of being alive. I feel so empty. With this realization, I have decided. To be as good as possible to everyone around me. I want God's attention. Let him take me away from this hell. I hate it here.

But before I do go, I want to make everyone's lives a little better. let me be good. Let me bring happiness to someone's life. Maybe then.... I can finally go....

This is a promise. I'll be good. I promise to be good. In return, please take me away.

Don't let me be the Last To Know

Don't you just hate it when something awesome happens to your friend, and you're the last to know about it? Like, they've been keeping it a secret from you. It makes you feel like they don't trust you, like, at all.

I hate that feeling. You know, everyone of your friends know what the fuck is going on, and you're just sitting there like an asshole, grinning not knowing what the hell is going on.

Can you even call people who do this to you as friends? I don't know. All I know is, I'm still their friend. I'll just keep on giving them that stupid smile on my face. Why? If I scowl will that make them more eager to share their stories with me? No. At least when you smile, there's always a chance....

Anyway, Please, if you're my friend, don't let me be the last to know the good news about your life. It sucks and it hurts to think that you don't trust me.