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How I feel about betrayal is... Complicated. For some odd reason I like to make myself believe that the world is a perfect place and that my friends would never hurt me intentionally... And this keeps me happy. Well, I'm happy most of the time at least. But because I never expect to be 'betrayed', and also because my pride is easily hurt, I don't take criticism well. Direct criticism is alright, well I don't like but I don't usually let the other person know I'm unhappy and deal with it on my own afterwards... (woah, that sounds sinister) But anyway, what I can't stand is when I'm criticised indirectly. For example, if I'm with a friend and third party, and the friend says something negative about me (that she hasn't told me about before) to the third party. I know it shouldn't, but it kind of makes me feel betrayed. This happened once when my friends starting telling a third party about how it was unfair that I never study but still get good grades. It's nothing serious, and they said it jokingly, but still. It's a lie. I *do* study, it's just that I also happen to listen in class so I get stuff more easily when it comes to revising. What hurt me the most, I guess, is that I just wasn't expecting it. I was living in this perfect world. *sigh*

Oh, and I forgot to post the link to the t-shirt experiment, here it is: http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/evolution/library/01/6/l_016_08.html

I totally agree that there are different kinds of love. But when it comes to lust, I think our genes/nature has a part to play. We just tend to be attracted a certain type of person. I've actually found a video of the t-shirt smelling experiment and apparently the results seem to indicate that their is a logical natural basis behind 'love at first sight'. Of course, not all love is based on lust. Platonic love between friends and family members exists. This is probably because we are caple of reason and so we are not the slaves of our impulses/genes. We can value the shared interests or the differences of others. IMHO, true Love is finding someone who fits both criteria (biological and intellectual). LOL Of course, according to a book about evolutionary psychology I read recently, generosity and intelligence may also be fitness indicators that people look for during mate selection. Not only this, you inherit a big portion of your preferences from your parents. So if generations of your ancestors choose witty/tall/short/funny/bulky/slim/charmismatic people for mates you are likely to be attracted to witty/tall/short/bulky/slim/funny/charmismatic people. In this case, we really are the slaves of our genes .

Well maybe Love at first sight doesn't exist but I do believe in what you could call atrraction at first site. Sometimes, something clicks the first time you meet the person. It doesn't have to be physical appearance but it could be. It's only natural that we are more attracted to certain people than to others. My bio teacher was telling us about this experiment where hundreds of t-shirts worn by different men were taken and women had to choose which ones they liked best. I'm not sure what the results were, but if I remember correctly but all the women were attracted to different kinds of men. It was totally random, but a smell that was appealing to one woman wasn't to another. Maybe had the woman (let's call her X) had met the guy (Y) to whom belonged the t-shirt she liked maybe something would have clicked. Admittedly, this is most definitely not Love. But it could be the factor that makes you interested in the person in the first place. Then you get to know them better and who knows maybe you fall in Love with them.Hmmm... I'd like to see the results of the experiment. But it does seem to indicate that whoever came up with the twin soul idea might not be so far off. Lol, someone out there likes the smell of your t-shirt.

Bonjour et bienvenu Disguise! T'es d'o? en Europe? Hello and welcome Disguise! Whereabouts in Europe are you from?

I think that's quite cute actually. You'll probably be seeing more of her if you always sit at the same place to stare out of the window. Maybe you'll realise she's there early enough to have a conversation.

The pearl one is gorgeous ^^ I'm sure she'll love it.

I don't mind reading articles and short stories (*cough* fanfiction) on the computer screen provided it's LCD. If the story's too long or my eyes are dry I won't be able to distinguish the letters after a while. One of my contact lenses popped out of my eye once. Basically, nothing beats a nice big paperback book. Besides, unless you're reading off a laptop, you have to be sitting to read off a screen whereas you lie down to read a book.

I've had roughly the same routine since I was seven. I vaguely hear my Dad's alarm clock at about 6h10 but try to go back to sleep anyhow with the vain hope that 10 minutes of sleep is going to make a difference. He wakes me up at 6h29 (usually at the point when I've finally managed to go back to sleep) by opening the door, turning on the light, and then calling my name as he goes to put on the computer. I grumble, get out of bed, grope around for my glasses (I don't have a terrible eysight but my eyes are usually glued together at this point), and stumble my way to the bathroom. By the time I come out five minute later I'm fully awake because I've rinsed my face with cold water and soap and my contacts are on. I get dressed and try to remember all the things I remembered forgetting to pack into my schoolbag the night before. I brush my hair and try to tame it into a pony tail or somethign neat like that. I decide to leave it down. I've spent too much time in front of the mirror and so my Dad's shouting that I'm going to be late. I run down the stairs, grab the Nutella sandwich my Dad's made me and plop myself in the seat next to him to watch the news. At 7h14 I leave the house to get my bus. My Dad goes back to sleep. I'm so spoilt .

I wonder why we find eye colour more important than eye shape. Everyone in my family has varying shades of the same brown/black so we talk about their shapes more than their colours. Like, I have long, wide almond-shaped eyes which I'm very happy with ^^, one of my sister has less long but wider eyes and the other had Chinese eyes. I'd look strange with any other eye colour I think, but I wouldn't mind having slightly wider eyes. Some people have lovely eye colours but the shape of their eyes kinf of spoils it.

You're extremely lucky, here in France we still have 2 cents and 1 cents. They're so annoying and hard to get rid of! I don't think there is a French equivalent to giving one's "two cents" but we do have the saying "une blague ? deux balles" which is an insult. It basically means, literally that the joke is worth "two Francs", that's it's stupid.

My favourite number is 5 also. We're five in my family. I'm the fifth. My mother's maiden name means 'five' in Japanese.

Woah... A lot of people have sanskrit-based names... Mine is indian too.Chandrika. It means 'daughter of the moon', 'moonlight' or something to that effect. It's the feminine version of my Father's name, Chandran. I was supposed to be a boy and my parents were going to call me Siddartha (just so that they could nickname me 'Sid' >_<)... And so when I came 3 months early and was a girl I think they didn't have time to be creative and just gave me his name. I don't mind. I like my name. It's better than Sid anyhow ^^. It's pretty common name in India but I've never met anyone in France who has my name so I've always felt pretty unique in that regard.

Happy Diwali, or Deepavali since that's how my indian part of the family pronounces it ^^.