Life is Beautiful: Schopenhauer :)

Roberto: Heru! Heru!
Heru: What is it? What are you doing?
Roberto: Were you sleeping?
Heru: Of course I was.
Roberto: You asked me a question, a minute to go you turned your head and right away you’re sleeping. How did you do that?
Heru: Schopenhauer.
Roberto: Who?
Heru: Schopenhauer says that with willpower, you can do anything. “I am what I want to be.” Right now I want to be someone who is sleeping, so I said over and over “go to sleep, go to sleep” and you know what? It worked.
Roberto: Amazing, it’s so simple. I’ll try. “Go to sleep, go to sleep, go to sleep, go to sleep”
Heru: Don’t move your hands. You’re not some kind of a juggler. Take a concentration. It’s serious, plus it takes time. We’ll talk about it tomorrow.
Roberto: Tomorrow. Ok. “You will wake up. You will wake up. Wake up. Wake up. You will wake up. Wake up”
Heru: What you think you are doing?
Roberto: Ooops! Exceptional power!
Heru: What did you say?
Roberto: Schopenhauer. I proof this theory. You were just sleeping and I said to you “wake up”! And Bam! You woke up! I mean, this is incredible, this theory. How does this thing work?
Heru: Obviously, the more you yelled in my ear, the more likely I had to wake up!
Roberto: Oh, you mean I should yell it quieter?
Heru: You should not be yelling at me at all
Robeto: Oh. I am sorry. All right.
Heru: It’s not to be spoken. Just thinking
Roberto: Ah. Ok.

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Pissed in

Dead Frog

A teacher had a 5-year-old come up to her and say that he had found a
frog.
The teacher asked, “Is the frog alive or dead?”
The student replied, “It’s dead.”
The teacher asked, “How do you know for sure?”
The boy said, “I pissed in its ear.”
Aghast, the teacher said, “You did what?”
He said, “You know, I went to his ear and said, Psst and it didn’t
move. So, it must be dead.”

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HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA

B-A-T-T-L-E

battle without honor or humanity

Last Friday was my supervision day. Two weeks before that I had contentious thoughts about four things. Computer Self Efficacy Scale. Internet Self Efficacy Scale. Computer Attitudes Scale. Internet Attitudes Scale. I read – maybe – more than 20 articles, and it had not dropped me any hint. I was so stressed. I am not going to research both quantitative and qualitative researches purely. This survey is only for complement, a good one. It needs indeed good rationalization. Amazingly two days before last Friday, my noodles started to work. Gradually I could see the differences and then made sense of everything that had tangled before. Instead of six pages of confusing questionnaire, I then gave up three pages. I am happy now I will only have three pages quetionnaire. I made up my mind. Happy. Grateful. Content.

It’s now the time to play survey monkey! *Well, I know. Monkey cannot survey, and I am not going to survey monkey. Anyway, yes. I will do it, Monkey*

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Try this the best joke

W-E-A-K

Hey, you left your room this morning did you think to pray?
In the name of whatever powerful deities *I modified it hehe*
Did you sooth for loving favour as a shield today

Oh how praying rests the weary prayer will change the night to day
So when life seems dark and dreary don’t forget to pray

When you’ve met with great temptation did you think to pray?
By his dying love and merit did you claim the Holy Spirit s your guide today?

Oh how praying rests the weary prayer will change the night to day
So when life seems dark and dreary don’t forget to pray

When your heart was filled with anger did you think to pray?
Did you plead for grace my brother dhat you might forgive another who had crossed your way.

Oh how praying rests the weary prayer will change the night to day
So when life seems dark and dreary don’t forget to pray

Don’t forget to pray

G-L-A-S-S-E-S

I think I might need pair of glasses now.
After readings, I usually have dizzy head symptom.
Mmmhh wonder, whether the blame goes to my eyes or else?
*think. think. think*

Strange Trasformation

It is a strange – the way PhD has transmitted me from a dumber to a dumb bummer.

Song of Lawino

This is one of my favorite books. One dearest friend lent me his years ago, it strikes me since then. This book has two parts: Song of Lawino and Song of Ocol. Lawino is the wife, and Ocol is the husband. From Lawino’s song I can hear the song of pride, song of hope, song of love. It is not bad at all. From Ocol’s song I can feel regrets, struggle, and resistance – which is also not bad, it’s good. When I did my lecture in Intercultural Communication, this book is my favorite to read in front of my students. It helps them to underlines the phenomenon of cultural relativism. To some extent, this book has taught me wisdoms – to let myself to grow in grey area, and it is always nice to commit yourself just like that!

I quote one of my favorite parts from this book:

“There is No Fixed Time for Breast Feeding” (p. 63)
My husband is angry because, he says, I cannot keep time and I do not know how to count the years;
He asks me how many days there are in a year, and how many weeks in four moons; but I cannot answer: the number of moons in nine weeks. I cannot say! How can I tell?
Ocol has brought home a large clock. It goes tock-tock-tock-tock and it rings a bell.
He winds it first and then it goes but I have never touched it. i am afraid of winding it.
I wonder what couses the noise inside it! And what makes it go!
On the face of the clock there are writings and it’s large single testicle dangles below.
It goes this way and that way like a sausage fruit in a windy storm.
I don not know how to tell the time because I cannot read the figures.
To me the clock is agreat source of pride. It is beautiful to see and when visitors come they are highly impressed!
……
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I do not know how to keep the white man’s time.
My mother taught me the way of the Acoli and nobody should shout at me because I know the customs of our people.
When the baby cries let him suck milk from the breast.
There is not fixedtime for breast feeding.
When the baby cries it may be he is ill; the first medicine for a child is the breast.
Give him milk and he will stop crying, and if he is ill let him suck the breast.
While the medicine-man is being called from the beer party.
Children in our homestead do not sleep at fixed times:
when sleep come into their head they sleep. When sleep leaves their head they wake up.
When a child is dirty give him a wash, you do not look first at the sun!
When there is no water in the house you cannot was the child even if it is time for his bath!

Listen my husband,
in the wisdom of the Acoli time is not stupidly split up into seconds and minutes, it does not flow like beer in a pot.
That is sucked until it is finished.

I am stucked…

then I googled “silly images”, and I am laughing at this

www.rd.com/.../article110330.html

ahahahahaha it’s funny!

A gift from a (best)friend

Once upon a time, an old rabbit who get jealous to her neighbor – a young mother of a small rabbit, a young mother that desperately looking for living for both of them, she and her only daughter.

“What can you do, you are just a pathetic, do you think worthed enough to rise the kid?” The old rabbit yelled loudly to her, and she stay still.

She got home and seeing her love smiles upon her coming. She smiling and whispering the stillness.

Maybe I’m not a perfect mother for you, but nobody perfect in this world. Maybe there is a time I did hurt you and there would be a time I do it again, but in this world I love you the most, no matter how much loves I have, and only me who can love you this much in this entire land under the heaven blessing. Even there would be rain under my umbrella, I love you with all my heart, and in the end, that is everything.

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and i am feeling warm in heart, yet my eyes become moist. and i feel sooo gratefull for friend, that sent from heaven . and i am wishpering: thank you…