to the doofus who thinks we’re slacking..

I received a chain letter from an officemate giving me a piece of advice: PUT THE GLASS DOWN.

A professor gave a lecture to his student on stress management. He raised a glass of water and asked the audience, "How heavy do you think this glass of water is?"The students’ answers ranged from 20g to 500gm."It does not matter on the absolute weight. It depends on how long you hold it. If I hold it for a minute, it is Ok. If I hold it for an hour, I will have an ache in my right arm. If I hold it for a day, you will have to call an ambulance."It is the exact same weight, but the longer I hold it, the heavier it becomes.

If we carry our burdens all the time, sooner or later, we will not be able to carry on, the burden becoming increasingly heavier.What you have to do is to put the glass down, rest for a while before holding it up again." We have to put down the burden periodically, so that we can be refreshed and be able to carry on.So before you return home from work today, put the burden of work down. Don’t carry it back home. You can pick it up tomorrow. Whatever burdens you are having now on your shoulders, let it down for a moment if you can. Pick it up again later when you have rested.Rest and relax. Life is short. Enjoy it!

So I like to dedicate this post to the doofus who thinks that we’re slacking! I’m putting the glass down and will start customizing my rubber stamps.

speak no evil

I don’t know where I got my razor sharp tongue. I don’t know why but even if I don’t mean to offend people they just get offguard with some of my jokes. A few appreciate sarcasm. A noted few, actually.

I find it funny when people think of lame jokes as hilarious as slapstick comedy. I find dry wit funnier.

I guess everything is relative even when it comes to humor.

Why can’t WE speak our minds? Why should we hold everything in? Why can’t we laugh our asses off? Why just giggle or snicker? Why do we censor humor when there are porn left there in the open? I know tact. But there might be a thin line between tact and obscenity. I might have crossed that line. But for crissakes, don’t make a big deal out of it. Sheesh!

Why should my lame opinion about you matter? Will it make or break you? No, because I am a tiny spec of dust in this universe. And your pompous face is suffocating our very own existence. Just let it all out. Maybe you’re just bloated. Teehee.