The placebo effect

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A widow from a poor village in Bengal did not have enough money to pay for her son’s bus fare, and so, when the boy started going to school, he would have to walk through the forest all on his own. In order to reassure him, she said: ‘Don’t be afraid of the forest, my son. Ask your God Krishna to go with you. He will hear your prayer.’
The boy followed his mother’s suggestion; Krishna duly appeared; and from then on, accompanied him to school everyday.
When it was his teacher’s birthday, the boy asked his mother for some money in order to buy him a present. ‘We haven’t any money son, ask your brother Krishna to get you a present.’ The following day, the boy explained his problem to Krishna, who gave him a jug of milk.
The boy proudly handed the milk to the teacher, but the other boy’s present were far superior and the teacher didn’t even noticed his gift. ‘Take that jug of milk to the kitchen,’ said the teacher to an assistant. The assistant did as he was told. However, when he tried to empty the jug, he found that it immediately filled up again of its own accord. He informed the teacher, who was amazed and asked the boy: Where did you get that jug, and how does it manage to stay full all the time?’
‘Krishna, the god of the forest, gave it to me.’
The teacher, the assistant and the students all burst out laughing.
‘There are no gods in the forest. That’s pure superstition,’ said the teacher. ‘If he exists, let’s all go and see him.’
The whole group set off. The boy started calling for Krishna, but he did not appear. The boy made one last desperate appeal.
‘Brother Krishna, my teacher wants to see you, please show yourself!’
At that moment, a voice emerged and echoed throughout the forest.
‘How can he possibly see me, my son? He doesn’t even believe I exist!’
-Like the flowing river by Paulo Coelho

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On weight

“In the beginning I’d responded to the myriad am-I-fat questions with what I thought to be an exceedingly rational reply. “If you’re fat, Hope, what does that make me? I’m two inches shorter than you and I weigh more.”

“Oh Andy, be serious. I am fat. You’re thin and gorgeous!”

Naturally I thought she was lying, but I soon came to realize that Hope – along with every other anorexically skinny girl in the office, and most of the guys – was able to accurately evaluate other people’s weight. It was just when it came time to look in the mirror that everyone genuinely saw a wildebeast staring back. ”

– The devil wears prada by Lauren Weisberger

The Book Worm/Collector

I’m looking for the following books:

Legacy of the Drow – R.A. Salvatore

  • The Legacy
  • Starless Night
  • Siege of Darkness
  • Passage to Dawn

Saga of the Noble Dead – Barb & J.C. Hendee

  • Traitor to the Blood
  • Rebel Fay

Legacy might be rather easy to find but I’d like to find a boxset for the whole series. Noble Dead has always been a pain to find, I gotta import my last book with Borders and the shipping is half the price of the book. =( Lemme know if you know of a place to get any of the books. Gracias~!

A letter from mother

“To my Charley on his wedding day-

I know you think these notes are silly. I have watched you scrunch your face over the years when I give them to you. But understand that sometimes I want to tell you something and I want to get it just right. Putting it down on paper helps me do that. I wished I had been a better writer. I wished I had gone to college. If I had, I think I would have studied english and maybe my vocabulary would have improved. So many times I feel I am using the same words over and over, like a woman wearing the same dress everyday. So boring!

What I want to say to you, Charley, is you are marrying a wonderful girl. I think of Catherine in many ways like I think of Roberta. Like a daughter. She is sweet and patient. You should be the same with her, Charley.

Here is what you are going to find out about marriage: you have to work at it together. And you have to love three things. You have to love

1) Each other

2) Your children (When you have some! Hint! Hint!)

3) Your marriage

What I mean by that last one is, there may be times that you fight, and sometimes you and Catherine won’t even like each other. But those are the times you have to love your marriage. It’s like a third party. Look at the wedding photos. Look at the memories you’ve made. And if you believe in those memories, they will pull you back together.

I’m very proud of you today, Charley. I am putting this in your tuxedo pocket because I know how you lose things.

I love you everyday!


-for one more day by Mitch Albom

Return to Westeros

“Rereading a good book is like being reacquainted with an old friend.”

After the release of A Feast For Crows, I went to grab A Game of Thrones from San Bookshop since I forgot the story somewhat. It was quite some time ago when Alvin lent me the 3 books. Now as I’m rereading Throne, I gained new insights as I returned to Westeros; and the deception and treachery in the courts of its medieval Houses.

I went to meet Justin and Big Joe for lunch at Botak Jones. Justin came back from Australia for his break and had wanted me to bring him there since before he flew back, heh. Had Cajun chicken, it was not bad but I’d prefer it be thinner. Anyway, after lunch we went to walk around Clementi and ended up at Big Bookshop. And guess what, they had Crows for $6.90. Yup, that’s right, it’s cheaper than what I get for second-hand books from San. Of course, I grabbed it. Had dinner with Dum Dum at Westmall and I grabbed the other 2 books from San. So there I have it, 4 books of A Song of Ice and Fire:

SoIF 1-4

Anyway, something very odd happened yesterday. After my lesson at FASS, a girl approached me and offered me her phone number, claiming she just wanted to make a new friend. I simply told her to write it down so that I could go have my lunch (yeah, I know I behave like an arse when I’m hungry). She sounded like disappointed when I said that with a “huh, so bad ah?” I felt too much of a jerk later in the day so I looked a the phone number she wrote down. I couldn’t decipher the number she wrote and the two numbers I messaged to didn’t seem to reach the right person, oh well. Putting my detective skills (however little that is) to work, I checked up the class list of the module which lecture I came out from yesterday and found the name she wrote down. Now I’m wondering if I should risk getting the wrong person again and send an email or just let the whole thing slide. I mean she probably goes around giving her number to random guys so she should have gotten used to being snubbed… um.. right?