how white should a lie be?

That was not meant to be a racist question, by the way.
I was wondering; at what point do you think you can tell a lie without feeling guilty? I mean, of course lots of you never feel guilty when lying-it's for your own sake, so you don't think about other people's feelings. What's interesting is, we have something that we call a white lie. Which happens to be the kind of lie you can tell if it's for other people's sakes.
The question is, who said it's about other people? White lies, apparently, are allowed to do because you have to lie in order to protect the people you care about.
Okay let's check. Situation A. You have a bestfriend named Jane and you know her boyfriend, too, named Jack. One day, you see Jack cuddling up with a girl who is definitely not Jane. You've been best buddies with Jane since kindergarten, and when she said she's been having problems with Jack and asked you whether you knew anything, do you not tell her? I mean, really, is that what you call a white lie?
If you think that by telling her "no, i really don't see anything weird about jack" you are telling a white lie and therefore doing it for your best friend's sake, think twice. That only means you let her go on and live in a relationship like a stupid fool who doesn't know anything, and keep getting hurt by that scum Jack.
Anyway.
Really, I was just curious. I think, though, there are three kinds of people that you should never, ever lie to: lawyers, communication people, and moms.
I proudly claim that I do know when people lie. Haha. It's fun watching people squirm. Communications people will absolutely know when you're lying. Because we do study about deception theories, haha. We have to learn about lying in order to pass that class, for God's sake. Even if you think you've made perfect sense when you lie, we tend to see right through it. And as for lawyers, well, I don't think I can even stand straight if I have to see them face to face.
I wonder if people can go a month without a lie; not even the white ones.
Another thing I'm curious about: movie endings, especially fairytale ones. Don't get me wrong, I do like happy endings - hey, i'm not that bitter. But sometimes I wonder, who gets to make the decision to make that ending, you know? I mean, what if after Cinderella and the Prince get married, she goes back to scrubbing the floors instead of living happily ever after? Maybe even the Prince himself turns out to be a total jackass and gets fat because he drinks every night and cheats with Cinderella's stepsisters. I mean you know, the possibility is endless. Anyone care to make a sick, twisted version of Cinderella : The After-Tales? :D
By the way where did all my comments goooo ? :((( my friends said they couldn't post comments. Does blogger.com NOT know that my most favorite part of creating a blog is when I read comments? >:(

shrine for the skywalker

Hayden Christensen must be one of the most good-looking men to walk on earth.
He even beats Jude Law, and if you know me really well, then you'll know that it's a huge thing for anyone to beat Mr. Law!
I am a Star Wars aficionado (a college term for 'geek') which means I've noticed Hayden since years and years ago, but really, a guy doesn't get better looking than that, tsk. A lot of people dislike him because of his "lack of acting skills", but in this case, I don't care, mwahaha. Jumper will be on StarMovies tonight, and I can't wait to see it again.
I wanted to post a photo of him here but lost track of time instead, googling his pictures, so I'll just let you do that yourself. And then you will see my point and agree with me that Rachel Bilson is the luckiest little thing, *sigh. They do make a really great couple, don't you think?
I haven't watched Awake, because I heard the movie's a bit gory but I still wanna watch Mr. Christensen in it, ;) haha. this is turning out to be like a celebrity gossip blog or something.
Anyway, on a much more normal note, I have just finished reading a Cecilia Ahern book called Thanks for the Memories. Brilliant. Not the best novel I've read or anything, but it is far from disappointing. It's really beautiful, the way she writes, and I don't know...the book just makes you think.
The story revolves around Joyce, a woman living in Dublin who's just had a miscarriage and therefore lost a huge amount of blood and experiences a great deal of pain and loss. The miscarriage ruins her marriage so she lives with her father.
In another part of the world (well just London to be exact) a guy named Justin is donating blood against his own will in a Donate Blood Weekend or something at a college. He's a visiting lecturer for arts & architecture.
Well the story moves on, telling about each of their lives separately with no connection at all, each living their lives as usual. Until one day, Joce starts having dreams about picnics with a little blonde girl in a park, and suddenly Joyce knows a lot about architectures like you wouldn't believe. Shocking everyone, she suddenly could speak Italian, Latin, even French. She knows about places, museums, buildings she's never been to before. And then, when Justin has to give a lecture in a college in Dublin, they accidentally meet.
She feels like she's known Justin even though they never met, and he feels the same way too. And the way the author writes is funny-one time Justin was havign dinner with his brother in London, when he suddenly choked and reached for water. In Dublin, Joyce, who was eating with her father, sudenly experienced a loss of air and gasped for air; it's like they were somehow connected.
I won't spoil the rest of the story, but the point is it turns out that Joyce was the one that received Justin's blood donation, therefore she is now seeing things through his eyes, his experience, his memories. You should go buy one and read it (or if we know each other that well, I could lend it to you) because it's filled with moments that make the hair on your arms stand up in pleasure.
Now, I know this is fiction and all, but again the way the author writes is simply unbelievable. Makes you think if it really happens like that with blood donations. Cecilia Ahern is the one who wrote P.S. I Love You, the one that got turned into a movie. She also wrote Rosie & Alex (I just learned that the name changed into Where Rainbows End) where I first fell in love with her work.
This is an excerpt from the book that I found quite amusing/useful:

"Deja vu is French fr 'already seen' and it describes the experience or feeling that one has witnessed or experienced a new situation previously. The experience is most frequently atributed to a dream, although in some cases there is a firm sense that the experience genuinely happened in the past, Deja vu has been described as remembering the future."

Now there you go, fo those of you who've been secretly wondering what deja vus really is. My, I love that book. And I also love it because of the art/architectural facts scattered all over the book. :D

I've got to go eat now; hey I wonder why my blog comments sometimes disappear? =S
Well anyway, I'll be working on it. See you people in the next entry!