A couple of things I like and hate about Valentine's...and a cry out for help..

Let's face it... nobody really knows what Valentine's is about. Is it just love? Or is it love and friendship? Or worse, is it about getting an excuse to do the things you've been wanting to do, but you don't have the courage to fulfill?
One of my friends told me that Valentine's is perfect to get inside a girl's pants only by handing her a nice expensive bouquet and a box of chocolate and I wonder if the guys that have done that with me beofre were actually hoping they'd get laid.... If any of you guys can tell me if it's true or not I'll thank you so much...
Ok, enough about dates and back on the mindless writting I'm used to. I've got a new cat, or from her point of view she's got new humans to slave. She's quite nice, and reminded me of what it feels like to be put somewhere where you're not so sure you fit in, where they all seem so nice to you, everything is smiles and strokes on your head... until you spend enough time with them and you notice some sort of second intention behind that smile, or you start feeling like you're wearing out your welcome...
Lucky me, that's only happened to me once and I could run away from that in a split second.
Now, I'll be honest and tell everyone that the reason why I decided to write today was just to see if the internet community can help me. Back in 2002 a very good and dear friend of mine died in a very confusing "accident" when his house burnt to the ground holding him inside. The problem is that it was February, so none of us classmates found out until we went back to University. At first we didn't want to believe it had actually happened, but we found his name in the newspaper, inside the obituary section, so we had to face the truth: he was gone... and here's the problem, you see? in that add nobody mentioned where he was buried, if he was buried. I've tried to track him down for the past 3 years and I've found nothing but dead ends... could you please help me out?
that's it from planet Paz... take care and let me know if you find antything...
Ok, that was stupid... his name was Ramiro Adrián Hassan Araya, from Santiago de Chile. I know he had a twin sister whose boyfriend at the time lived in Rancagua. He was a poet, he went to Balmaceda 1215 pretty often. He used to write under the name of Jinete del Apocalipsis. he was around 21 when he died, and also had studied architecture before joining us at Letras in the Universidad Católica de Chile , in 2001... that's all the info I have..