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The Mayonnaise Jar and 2 Cups of coffee
Thursday. 11.30.06 7:38 am
When things in your lives seem almost too much to handle, when 24 hours in a day is not enough, remember the mayonnaise jar and the 2 cups of coffee.

A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him. When the class began, he wordlessly picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls . He then asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed that it was.

The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls. He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed it was.

The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else. He asked once more if the jar was full. The students responded with an unanimous "yes."

The professor then produced two cups of coffee from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar effectively filling the empty space between the sand . The students laughed.

"Now," said the professor as the laughter subsided, "I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life. The golf balls are the important things--your family, your children, your health, your friends and your favorite passions-- and if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full.

The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your house and your car.

The sand is everything else--the small stuff . "If you put the sand into the jar first," he continued, "there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls . The same goes for life. If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff you will never have room for the things that are important to you.

"Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness. Play with your children. Take time to get medical checkups. Take your spouse out to dinner. Play another 18. There will always be time to clean the house and fix the disposal. Take care of the golf balls first --the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand ."

One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the coffee represented. The professor smiled. "I'm glad you asked.

It just goes to show you that no matter how full your life may seem, there's always room for a couple of cups of coffee with a friend."

-non original writing, got this off an email

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Wednesday. 11.29.06 11:37 pm
I have this incredibly crazy, insane, conflicting urge to throw a xmas party with catering/those xmas dinner sets we can just buy and turkey and roast beef and stuff like that and the whole place will be decorated in a xmas theme in reds and golds and greens or whites and blues and silvers. with a tree all done up like those isetan/metro or wat ever always display on their mini fair selling xmas decos. and everyone decked out in glitzy and glam outfits on all the mag spreads all sipping wine and having fun and enjoying themselves. and there will be adorable table settings just like what u see on the magazines teaching you how to throw a xmas party. and buy xmas presents for all the pple i know from primary sch to secondary sch to ploy to work to ex colleagues to ex bosses to all the lovely pple whu reads my blog. and just in case i miss out anyone, i wanna give to the salvation army everytime i see their red pot and hear their bell, and also to the crippled/tissue paper selling uncles and aunties making a living and braving the misery inducing wet weather. and go see all the xmas lights coz orchard and city hall and other places all have their own themes with totally different lightings.

I gotta wake up from the potions i've been fed by the commercials.

and have like normal maggi from the pot, in my spartan bed room and watch dvds not related to any xmas cheer in comfy at-home-clothes, drinking my cola, skipping the usual presents exchange. and donate some loose change to the underground walk way uncles and buy tissues only when i need them and avoid the xmas crowd in all the town areas.

i like being commercial-linated.

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