<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12625719</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:20:41.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><subtitle type='html'>This is what I'm thinking at the moment....</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vigijohn.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12625719/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vigijohn.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>vigijohn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>52</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12625719.post-115964833950086276</id><published>2006-09-30T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T13:32:19.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Math</title><content type='html'>The best mathematical equation I have ever seen:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 cross + 3 nails -------- 4 given&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12625719-115964833950086276?l=vigijohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vigijohn.blogspot.com/feeds/115964833950086276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12625719&amp;postID=115964833950086276&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12625719/posts/default/115964833950086276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12625719/posts/default/115964833950086276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vigijohn.blogspot.com/2006/09/math.html' title='Math'/><author><name>vigijohn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12625719.post-115845655076939223</id><published>2006-09-16T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T18:35:04.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicago</title><content type='html'>This is where I live...I found this article on Chicago and I thought I'd share it with everyone in case people wonder where I've disappeared. It is truly a wonderful city and I've never been in a place where architectural stories, designs scream from ever corner The bean ( sorry Anish) has to be seen to be believed. Whenever I take friends to see the city this is the first stop and we easily spend an hour before I drag them over to Grant park. I must mention that there are architectural tours on river boats which give you a 1 1/2 hour tour on most if not all famous buildings in Chicago. Most of these builldings are built on the Chicago river and the reason for this goes back when the river was heavily used for trade. But go ahead and read the article and get a sneak peek into Chicagoland.  &lt;a href ="http://travel2.nytimes.com/2006/09/15/travel/escapes/15hours.html?ex=1158552000&amp;en=cda306293869b9f8&amp;ei=5087%0A"&gt; Chicago &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12625719-115845655076939223?l=vigijohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vigijohn.blogspot.com/feeds/115845655076939223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12625719&amp;postID=115845655076939223&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12625719/posts/default/115845655076939223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12625719/posts/default/115845655076939223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vigijohn.blogspot.com/2006/09/chicago.html' title='Chicago'/><author><name>vigijohn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12625719.post-115820584271449036</id><published>2006-09-13T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T20:50:42.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote</title><content type='html'>"Design is not just what it looks like and feels like. Design is how it works."-Steve Jobs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spoken like a true developer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12625719-115820584271449036?l=vigijohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vigijohn.blogspot.com/feeds/115820584271449036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12625719&amp;postID=115820584271449036&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12625719/posts/default/115820584271449036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12625719/posts/default/115820584271449036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vigijohn.blogspot.com/2006/09/quote.html' title='Quote'/><author><name>vigijohn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12625719.post-115820555225293200</id><published>2006-09-13T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T20:46:02.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NFL season = crazy people</title><content type='html'>The NFL season has officially begun and for people like me who don't follow it will notice the increased amount of crazy people who talk about it. Don't get me wrong I like sports. I enjoy watching soccer and tennis but what I can't understand is golf and  football. Golf cause it's **** boring to watch. Football cause I can't understand why it takes them that long to move across the field? But I've decided I will try and watch some of the games. Not sure how cause I don't own a TV. Need to find one or someone who has one who won't mind me cosing up on their couch to watch the game :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12625719-115820555225293200?l=vigijohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vigijohn.blogspot.com/feeds/115820555225293200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12625719&amp;postID=115820555225293200&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12625719/posts/default/115820555225293200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12625719/posts/default/115820555225293200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vigijohn.blogspot.com/2006/09/nfl-season-crazy-people.html' title='NFL season = crazy people'/><author><name>vigijohn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12625719.post-115820307015134135</id><published>2006-09-13T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T20:04:30.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NO !</title><content type='html'>It's kinda cute when kids say NO to little things. We then as grownups try to convince them to say YES and undertake that task..I've just realized that we should let them stand their ground sometimes. It may be useful when these angels join the BIG BAD corporate world. As of now I wish my parents encouraged me to say NO once in a while. I hardly say that word nowadays and my coworkers are convinced that it doesn't exist in my vocabulary..:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12625719-115820307015134135?l=vigijohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vigijohn.blogspot.com/feeds/115820307015134135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12625719&amp;postID=115820307015134135&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12625719/posts/default/115820307015134135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12625719/posts/default/115820307015134135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vigijohn.blogspot.com/2006/09/no.html' title='NO !'/><author><name>vigijohn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12625719.post-115800114496093582</id><published>2006-09-11T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T11:59:04.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh my God</title><content type='html'>Ever feel like an 18 wheeler keeps ramming into you every time you get up or whenever you hear some news. I feel just about that right now since I have to do stuff I really was trying to avoid. I'm trying to convey my feelings in a way that you can understand by coming up with any historical events that occured. Stay tuned to see what I come up with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12625719-115800114496093582?l=vigijohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vigijohn.blogspot.com/feeds/115800114496093582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12625719&amp;postID=115800114496093582&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12625719/posts/default/115800114496093582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12625719/posts/default/115800114496093582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vigijohn.blogspot.com/2006/09/oh-my-god.html' title='Oh my God'/><author><name>vigijohn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12625719.post-115267031246673832</id><published>2006-07-11T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T19:11:52.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And we have a winner ............................! ! ! ! !</title><content type='html'>I watched the final match for the World Cup 2006 and I must say it was an amazing match. It seemed like a Bollywood movie with lots of masala for the viewers. As I was rooting for Italy ( I hate the French ) I was overjoyed about the outcome of the match. I remember watching the World Cup matches at home in Dubai at ungodly times like 2:00 am and then getting up for school the next day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12625719-115267031246673832?l=vigijohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vigijohn.blogspot.com/feeds/115267031246673832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12625719&amp;postID=115267031246673832&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12625719/posts/default/115267031246673832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12625719/posts/default/115267031246673832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vigijohn.blogspot.com/2006/07/and-we-have-winner.html' title='And we have a winner ............................! ! ! ! !'/><author><name>vigijohn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12625719.post-113546080356062587</id><published>2005-12-24T13:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T13:51:49.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas at Bethlehem</title><content type='html'>It's nice to hear that thousands of people decided to celebrate Christmas by coming down to &lt;a href=http://www.gulfnews.com/region/Middle_East/10007219.html&gt;Israel.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12625719-113546080356062587?l=vigijohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vigijohn.blogspot.com/feeds/113546080356062587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12625719&amp;postID=113546080356062587&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12625719/posts/default/113546080356062587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12625719/posts/default/113546080356062587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vigijohn.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas-at-bethlehem.html' title='Christmas at Bethlehem'/><author><name>vigijohn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12625719.post-112620762753954519</id><published>2005-09-08T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T12:27:07.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memo's from a Child</title><content type='html'>Don't spoil me. I know quite well that I ought not to have all I ask for ... I'm only testing you. &lt;br /&gt;Don't be afraid to be firm with me. I prefer it ... it makes me feel more secure. &lt;br /&gt;Don't correct me in front of people if you can help it. I'll take much more notice if you talk to me in private. &lt;br /&gt;Don't make me feel that my mistakes are sins. It upsets my sense of values. &lt;br /&gt;Don't be too upset if I say "I hate you." It isn't that I hate you, but only that I need your attention. &lt;br /&gt;Don't protect me from consequences. I need to learn the hard way. &lt;br /&gt;Don't take too much notice of my small ailments. Sometimes they get me the attention I want. &lt;br /&gt;Don't nag. If you do, I shall have to protect myself by appearing deaf. &lt;br /&gt;Don't make rash promises. Remember that I feel badly let down when promises are broken. &lt;br /&gt;Don't forget that I cannot explain myself as well as I should like. This is why I'm not always accurate. &lt;br /&gt;Don't tax my honesty too much. I am easily frightened into telling lies. &lt;br /&gt;Don't be inconsistent. That completely confuses me and makes me lose my faith in you. &lt;br /&gt;Don't put me off when I ask you questions. If you do, you will find that I stop asking and seek my information elsewhere. &lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me my fears are silly. They are terribly real and you can do much to try to understand. &lt;br /&gt;Don't ever suggest that you are perfect or infallible. It gives me too great a shock when I discover that you are neither. &lt;br /&gt;Don't ever think it beneath your dignity to apologize to me. An honest apology makes me feel surprisingly warm to you. &lt;br /&gt;Don't forget how quickly I am growing up. It must be very difficult for you to keep pace with me but please try. &lt;br /&gt;Don't forget I love experimenting. I couldn't get along without it, so please put up with it. &lt;br /&gt;Don't forget that I can't thrive without lots of love. But I don't need to tell you all the time, do I?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12625719-112620762753954519?l=vigijohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vigijohn.blogspot.com/feeds/112620762753954519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12625719&amp;postID=112620762753954519&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12625719/posts/default/112620762753954519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12625719/posts/default/112620762753954519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vigijohn.blogspot.com/2005/09/memos-from-child.html' title='Memo&apos;s from a Child'/><author><name>vigijohn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12625719.post-112620730744887221</id><published>2005-09-08T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T12:22:34.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Parent's Prayer</title><content type='html'>O heavenly Father, make me a better parent. Teach me to understand my children, to listen patiently to what they have to say and to answer their questions kindly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep me from interrupting or contradicting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me to be as courteous to them as I want them to be to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forbid that I should ever laugh at their mistakes or resort to shame or ridicule. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May I never punish them out of anger or spite or to show my power. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me, dear Lord, to demonstrate by all that I say and do that honesty does produce happiness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reduce, dear Lord, the meanness in me. And when I am out of sorts, help me to hold my tongue. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May I be ever mindful that my children are merely children and that I should not expect them to have the maturity and judgment of adults. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me not rob them of the opportunity to do things for themselves or to make their own decisions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me to grant them all reasonable requests and give me the courage to deny them the privileges that I think may be harmful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me to be fair and just and kind, O Lord, so that I will earn their love and respect and they will want o imitate me. This is the supreme compliment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12625719-112620730744887221?l=vigijohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vigijohn.blogspot.com/feeds/112620730744887221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12625719&amp;postID=112620730744887221&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12625719/posts/default/112620730744887221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12625719/posts/default/112620730744887221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vigijohn.blogspot.com/2005/09/parents-prayer.html' title='A Parent&apos;s Prayer'/><author><name>vigijohn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12625719.post-112620720203263129</id><published>2005-09-08T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T12:23:29.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some time ago, a friend of mine punished his 3-year-old daughter for wasting a roll of gold wrapping paper. Money was tight, and he became infuriated when the child tried to decorate a box to put under the tree. Nevertheless, the little girl brought the gift to her father the next morning and said, "This is for you, Daddy." He was embarrassed by his earlier overreaction, but his anger flared again when he found that the box was empty. He yelled at her, "Don't you know that when you give someone a present, there's supposed to be something inside of it?" The little girl looked up at him with tears in her eyes and said, "Oh, Daddy, it's not empty. I blew kisses into the box. All for you, Daddy." The father was crushed. He put his arms around his little girl, and he begged her forgiveness. My friend told me that he kept that gold box by his bed for years. Whenever he was discouraged, he would take out an imaginary kiss and remember the love of the child who had put it there. In a very real sense, each of us as parents has been given a gold container filled with unconditional love and kisses from our children. There is no more precious possession anyone could hold.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12625719-112620720203263129?l=vigijohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vigijohn.blogspot.com/feeds/112620720203263129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12625719&amp;postID=112620720203263129&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12625719/posts/default/112620720203263129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12625719/posts/default/112620720203263129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vigijohn.blogspot.com/2005/09/some-time-ago-friend-of-mine-punished.html' title=''/><author><name>vigijohn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12625719.post-112620706980949455</id><published>2005-09-08T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T12:19:47.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To be in your children's memories tomorrow you have to be in their lives today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making the decision to have a child is momentous it is to decide forever to have your heart go walking around outside your body.&lt;br /&gt;- Elizabeth Stone, Village Voice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The secret of dealing successfully with a child is not to be its parent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12625719-112620706980949455?l=vigijohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vigijohn.blogspot.com/feeds/112620706980949455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12625719&amp;postID=112620706980949455&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12625719/posts/default/112620706980949455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12625719/posts/default/112620706980949455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vigijohn.blogspot.com/2005/09/to-be-in-your-childrens-memories.html' title=''/><author><name>vigijohn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12625719.post-112603558381294721</id><published>2005-09-06T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T12:39:43.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For everything there is a season,&lt;br /&gt;And a time for every matter under heaven:&lt;br /&gt;A time to be born, and a time to die;&lt;br /&gt;A time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted;&lt;br /&gt;A time to kill, and a time to heal;&lt;br /&gt;A time to break down, and a time to build up;&lt;br /&gt;A time to weep, and a time to laugh;&lt;br /&gt;A time to mourn, and a time to dance;&lt;br /&gt;A time to throw away stones, and a time to gather stones together;&lt;br /&gt;A time to embrace, And a time to refrain from embracing;&lt;br /&gt;A time to seek, and a time to lose;&lt;br /&gt;A time to keep, and a time to throw away;&lt;br /&gt;A time to tear, and a time to sew;&lt;br /&gt;A time to keep silence, and a time to speak;&lt;br /&gt;A time to love, and a time to hate,&lt;br /&gt;A time for war, and a time for peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ecclesiastes 3:1-8&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12625719-112603558381294721?l=vigijohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vigijohn.blogspot.com/feeds/112603558381294721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12625719&amp;postID=112603558381294721&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12625719/posts/default/112603558381294721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12625719/posts/default/112603558381294721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vigijohn.blogspot.com/2005/09/for-everything-there-is-season-and.html' title=''/><author><name>vigijohn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12625719.post-112570593970942599</id><published>2005-09-02T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T17:05:39.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Five Chapters on Change</title><content type='html'>Chapter 1.&lt;br /&gt;I walk down a street and there's a deep hole in the sidewalk. I fall in. It takes forever to get out. It's my fault. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 2.&lt;br /&gt;I walk down the same street. I fall in the hole again. It still takes a long time to get out. It's not my fault. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 3. &lt;br /&gt;I walk down the same street. I fall in the hole again. It's becoming a habit. It is my fault. I get out immediately. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 4. &lt;br /&gt;I walk down the same street and see the deep hole in the sidewalk. I walk around it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 5. &lt;br /&gt;I walk down a different street&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12625719-112570593970942599?l=vigijohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vigijohn.blogspot.com/feeds/112570593970942599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12625719&amp;postID=112570593970942599&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12625719/posts/default/112570593970942599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12625719/posts/default/112570593970942599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vigijohn.blogspot.com/2005/09/five-chapters-on-change.html' title='Five Chapters on Change'/><author><name>vigijohn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12625719.post-112570549801039319</id><published>2005-09-02T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T16:58:18.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God's Grace</title><content type='html'>Bob and the Lord stood together, watching a baseball game. The Lord's team was playing Satan's team. The Lord's team was at bat, the score was tied zero to zero, and it was the bottom of the 9th inning with two outs. Bob and the Lord continued to watch as the batter, Love, stepped up to the plate. Love swung at the first pitch and hit a single, because Love never fails. The next batter was named Faith, who also got a single because Faith works with Love. The next batter up was named Godly wisdom. Satan wound up and threw the first pitch; Godly Wisdom looked it over and let it pass, because Godly Wisdom does not swing at Satan's pitches. Ball one. Three more pitches and Godly Wisdom walked, because Godly wisdom never swings at Satan's throws. The bases were loaded. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord then turned to Bob and told him He was now going to bring in His star player. Up to the plate stepped Grace. Bob made a face... Grace certainly didn't look like much to him! Apparently Satan's whole team agreed: they all relaxed and laughed a little when they saw Grace. Thinking he had won the game, Satan wound up and fired his first pitch. To all but one's amazement, Grace hit the ball harder than anyone had ever seen. But Satan was not worried; his center fielder, the Prince of the air, let very few get by. He went up for the ball, but it went right through his glove, hit him on the head and sent him crashing to the ground; then it continued over the fence for a home run! And so the Lord's team won. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord then asked Bob if he knew why Love, Faith, and Godly Wisdom could get on base but could not win the game by themselves. Bob, looking a bit sheepish, admitted that he didn't know. The Lord explained, "If your love, faith and wisdom could win the game, you would think you could win it by yourself. Love, faith and wisdom will get you on base, but only My grace can get you home. My grace is the one thing Satan cannot stop."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12625719-112570549801039319?l=vigijohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vigijohn.blogspot.com/feeds/112570549801039319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12625719&amp;postID=112570549801039319&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12625719/posts/default/112570549801039319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12625719/posts/default/112570549801039319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vigijohn.blogspot.com/2005/09/gods-grace.html' title='God&apos;s Grace'/><author><name>vigijohn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12625719.post-112525491542779411</id><published>2005-08-28T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T11:50:24.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smart Women</title><content type='html'>CREATION&lt;br /&gt;A man said to his wife one day, "I don't know how you can be so stupid and so beautiful all at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;"The wife responded, "Allow me to explain.&lt;br /&gt;God made me beautiful so you would be attracted to me;&lt;br /&gt;God made me stupid so I would be attracted to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOMEN'S REVENGE&lt;br /&gt;"Cash, check or charge?" I asked, after folding items the woman wished to purchase.&lt;br /&gt;As she fumbled for her wallet I noticed a remote control for a television set in her purse.&lt;br /&gt;"So, do you always carry your TV remote?" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;"No," she replied, " but my husband refused to come shopping with me, and I figured this was the most evil thing I could do to him legally."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;WIFE VS. HUSBAND&lt;br /&gt;A couple drove down a country road for several miles, not saying a word.&lt;br /&gt;An earlier discussion had led to an argument and neither of them wanted to concede their position.&lt;br /&gt;As they passed a barnyard of mules, goats, and pigs,  the husband asked sarcastically, "Relatives of yours?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yep," the wife replied, "my in-laws."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;W O R D S&lt;br /&gt;A husband read an article to his wife about how many words women use a day...&lt;br /&gt;30,000 to a man's 15,000.&lt;br /&gt;The wife replied, "The reason has to be because we have to repeat everything to men...&lt;br /&gt;The husband then turned to his wife and asked, "What?"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The Silent Treatment&lt;br /&gt;A man and his wife were having some problems at home and were giving each other the silent treatment. Suddenly, the man realized that the next day, he would need his wife to wake him at 5:00 AM for an early&lt;br /&gt;morning business flight. &lt;br /&gt;Not wanting to be the first to break the silence (and LOSE), he wrote on a piece of paper, "Please wake me at 5:00 AM." He left it where he knew she would find it.&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, the man woke up, only to discover it was 9:00 AM and he had missed his flight. Furious, he was about to go and see why his wife hadn't wakened him, when he noticed a piece of paper by the bed.&lt;br /&gt;The paper said, "It is 5:00 AM. Wake up."&lt;br /&gt;Men are not equipped for these kinds of contests.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;God may have created man before woman,&lt;br /&gt;but there is always a rough draft before the masterpiece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Contributed by Anu&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12625719-112525491542779411?l=vigijohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vigijohn.blogspot.com/feeds/112525491542779411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12625719&amp;postID=112525491542779411&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12625719/posts/default/112525491542779411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12625719/posts/default/112525491542779411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vigijohn.blogspot.com/2005/08/smart-women.html' title='Smart Women'/><author><name>vigijohn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12625719.post-112446931941926573</id><published>2005-08-19T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T16:00:41.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Children are precious</title><content type='html'>A little boy about 10 years old was standing before a shoe store on Broadway, barefooted, peering through the window, and shivering with cold. A lady approached the boy and said, "My little fellow, why are you looking so earnestly in that window?" "I was asking God to give me a pair of shoes," was the boys reply. The lady took him by the hand and went into the store, and asked the clerk to get half a dozen pairs of socks for the boy. She then asked if he could give her a basin of water and a towel he quickly brought them to her. She took the little fellow to the back part of the store and, removing her gloves, knelt down, washed his little feet and dried them with a towel. By this time the clerk had returned with the socks. Placing a pair upon the boy's feet, she purchased him a pair of shoes, and tying up the remaining pairs of socks, gave them to him. She patted him on the head and said, "No doubt, my little fellow, you feel more comfortable now?" As she turned to go, the astonished lad caught her by the hand, and looking up in her face, with tears in his eyes, answered the question with these words "Are you God's Wife? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When an ice cream sundae cost much less, a boy entered a coffee shop and sat at a table. A waitress put a glass of water in front of him. "How much is an ice cream sundae?" "Fifty cents," replied the waitress. The little boy pulled his hand out of his pocket and studied a number of coins in it. "How much is a dish of plain ice cream?" he inquired. Some people were now waiting for a table, and the waitress was impatient. "Thirty-five cents," she said angrily. The little boy again counted the coins. "I'll have the plain ice cream." The waitress brought the ice cream and walked away. The boy finished, paid the cashier, and departed. When the waitress came back, she swallowed hard at what she saw. There, placed neatly beside the empty dish, were two nickels and five pennies – her tip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12625719-112446931941926573?l=vigijohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vigijohn.blogspot.com/feeds/112446931941926573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12625719&amp;postID=112446931941926573&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12625719/posts/default/112446931941926573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12625719/posts/default/112446931941926573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vigijohn.blogspot.com/2005/08/children-are-precious.html' title='Children are precious'/><author><name>vigijohn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12625719.post-112446916361300428</id><published>2005-08-19T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T09:56:04.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And God said NO!</title><content type='html'>I asked God to take away my pride and God said, "No." He said it was not for Him to take away but from me to give up.&lt;br /&gt;I asked God to make my handicapped child whole and God said, "No." He said the body is only temporary.&lt;br /&gt;I asked God to grant me patience and God said, "No." He said patience is a by-product of tribulation. It isn't granted, it's earned.&lt;br /&gt;I asked God to give me happiness and God said, "No." he said He gives His blessings. Happiness is up to me.&lt;br /&gt;I asked God to spare me from pain and God said, "No." He said sufferings draw you apart from worldly cares and brings you closer to Him.&lt;br /&gt;I asked God to make my spirit grow and God said, "No." He said I must grow on my own, but He will prune me to make me fruitful.&lt;br /&gt;I asked God if He loved me and God said, "Yes." He gave His only Son who died for me and I will be in heaven someday because I believe.&lt;br /&gt;I asked God to help me love others as much as He loves me and God said, "An, finally you have the idea!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12625719-112446916361300428?l=vigijohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vigijohn.blogspot.com/feeds/112446916361300428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12625719&amp;postID=112446916361300428&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12625719/posts/default/112446916361300428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12625719/posts/default/112446916361300428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vigijohn.blogspot.com/2005/08/and-god-said-no.html' title='And God said NO!'/><author><name>vigijohn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12625719.post-112446908885045662</id><published>2005-08-19T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T09:31:28.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pit</title><content type='html'>A man fell into a pit and couldn't get himself out. &lt;br /&gt;A SUBJECTIVE person came along and said:&lt;br /&gt;"I feel for you, down there." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An OBJECTIVE person came along and said:&lt;br /&gt;"It's logical that someone would fall down there." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A PHARISEE said:&lt;br /&gt;"Only bad people fall into a pit." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A MATHEMATICIAN&lt;br /&gt;calculated how he fell into the pit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A NEWS REPORTER&lt;br /&gt;wanted the exclusive story on his pit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A FUNDAMENTALIST said:&lt;br /&gt;"You deserve your pit." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AN I.R.S. man&lt;br /&gt;asked if he was paying taxes on the pit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A SELF-PITYING person said:&lt;br /&gt;"You haven't seen anything until you've seen MY PIT!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A CHARISMATIC said:&lt;br /&gt;"Just confess that you're not in a pit." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An OPTIMIST said:&lt;br /&gt;"Things could be worse." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A PESSIMIST said:&lt;br /&gt;"Things will get worse." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JESUS, seeing the man, took him by the hand&lt;br /&gt;and LIFTED HIM OUT of the pit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12625719-112446908885045662?l=vigijohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vigijohn.blogspot.com/feeds/112446908885045662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12625719&amp;postID=112446908885045662&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12625719/posts/default/112446908885045662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12625719/posts/default/112446908885045662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vigijohn.blogspot.com/2005/08/pit.html' title='The Pit'/><author><name>vigijohn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12625719.post-112446829479846714</id><published>2005-08-19T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T09:18:14.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=http://www.dailymail.co.uk/pages/live/articles/health/womenfamily.html?in_article_id=359695&amp;in_page_id=1799&gt;Need to find other snacks at # 612&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12625719-112446829479846714?l=vigijohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vigijohn.blogspot.com/feeds/112446829479846714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12625719&amp;postID=112446829479846714&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12625719/posts/default/112446829479846714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12625719/posts/default/112446829479846714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vigijohn.blogspot.com/2005/08/need-to-find-other-snacks-at-612.html' title=''/><author><name>vigijohn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12625719.post-112334982317916823</id><published>2005-08-06T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T10:37:03.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembering the dead..</title><content type='html'>60 years ago the first atomic bomb was detonated in Hiroshima. Painful memories of the past still continue to haunt those who survived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2005/WORLD/asiapcf/08/05/japan.hiroshima/index.html"&gt;More&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12625719-112334982317916823?l=vigijohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vigijohn.blogspot.com/feeds/112334982317916823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12625719&amp;postID=112334982317916823&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12625719/posts/default/112334982317916823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12625719/posts/default/112334982317916823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vigijohn.blogspot.com/2005/08/remembering-dead.html' title='Remembering the dead..'/><author><name>vigijohn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12625719.post-112316265173227243</id><published>2005-08-04T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T06:37:31.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrate Life..........</title><content type='html'>Illustration: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were 2 brothers who lived on the 80th floor of a tall building.On coming home one day, they realized to their dismay that the lifts were not working and that they have to climb the stairs home. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;After struggling to the 20th level, panting and tired, they decided to abandon their bags and come back for them the next day. They left their bags then and climbed on............ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they have struggled to the 40th level by this time they had gone sufficiently mad and irritated. The younger brother started to grumble and both of them began to quarrel. They continued to climb the flights  of steps, quarreling all the way to the 60th floor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They then realized that they have only 20 levels more to climb and decided to stop quarreling and continue climbing in peace. They silently climbed on and reached their home at long last. Each stood calmly before  the door and waited for the other to open the door. And they realized  that the key was in their bags which were left on the 20th  floor......... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story is a reflection on our life and times. All of us climb the tall building called life...........some till all the 80 floors and some less. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of us climb under the expectations of our companion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to time these are our friends and parents till the 20th floor, then our spouse and our dear ones till the next level of the building. We seldom get to do the things that we really like and love and are under  so much pressure and stress so that by the age of 20, we get tired and decided to dump this load. Being free of the stress and pressure, we  work enthusiastically and  dream ambitious wishes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time we reach 40 years old, we start to lose our vision and dreams. We began to feel unsatisfied and start to complain and  criticize. We live life as a misery as we are never satisfied. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reaching 60, we realize that we have little left for complaining anymore, and we began to walk the final episode in peace and calmness. We think that there is nothing left to disappoint us, only to realize  that we could not rest in peace because we have an unfulfilled  dream..........a dream we abandon 60 years ago. So what's your  dream.....? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know your dreams and follow it so that you will not live with regrets. &lt;br /&gt;Help others and thank God. &lt;br /&gt;Accept yourself... &lt;br /&gt;Believe in yourself... &lt;br /&gt;Like yourself... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside each of us are powers so strong, treasures so rich, possibilities so endless, that to command them all to action would change the history  of the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12625719-112316265173227243?l=vigijohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vigijohn.blogspot.com/feeds/112316265173227243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12625719&amp;postID=112316265173227243&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12625719/posts/default/112316265173227243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12625719/posts/default/112316265173227243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vigijohn.blogspot.com/2005/08/celebrate-life.html' title='Celebrate Life..........'/><author><name>vigijohn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12625719.post-112257324714895053</id><published>2005-07-28T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T10:54:07.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I asked God ...</title><content type='html'>I asked God why I wasn't rich.&lt;br /&gt;He showed me a man with the wealth of a thousand kings,&lt;br /&gt;who was lonely, and had no one to share it with.&lt;br /&gt;I asked God why I wasn't beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;He showed me a woman more beautiful than any other,&lt;br /&gt;who was ugly because of her vanity.&lt;br /&gt;I asked God why He'd allowed me to become old.&lt;br /&gt;He showed me a boy of 16,&lt;br /&gt;who lay dead at the scene of a car accident.&lt;br /&gt;I asked God why I didn't have a bigger house.&lt;br /&gt;He showed me a family of six,&lt;br /&gt;who had just been evicted from their tiny shack,&lt;br /&gt;and were forced, to live on the street.&lt;br /&gt;I asked God why I had to work.&lt;br /&gt;He showed me a man, who couldn't find a decent job,&lt;br /&gt;because he'd never learned to read.&lt;br /&gt;I asked God why I wasn't more popular.&lt;br /&gt;He showed me a socialite with a thousand friends,&lt;br /&gt;who all left the moment the money and parties were no longer there.&lt;br /&gt;I asked God why I wasn't smarter.&lt;br /&gt;He showed me a natural born genius,&lt;br /&gt;serving life in prison for making ill use of his knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;I asked God why He put up with a thankless sinner like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He showed me His Bible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He showed me His Son&lt;br /&gt;who took my place at the judgment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew then how much He loved me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12625719-112257324714895053?l=vigijohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vigijohn.blogspot.com/feeds/112257324714895053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12625719&amp;postID=112257324714895053&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12625719/posts/default/112257324714895053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12625719/posts/default/112257324714895053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vigijohn.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-asked-god.html' title='I asked God ...'/><author><name>vigijohn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12625719.post-112205762045407130</id><published>2005-07-22T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T11:40:20.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The 3 stages of man: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He believes in Santa Claus. &lt;br /&gt;He doesn't believe in Santa Claus. &lt;br /&gt;He is Santa Claus&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12625719-112205762045407130?l=vigijohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vigijohn.blogspot.com/feeds/112205762045407130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12625719&amp;postID=112205762045407130&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12625719/posts/default/112205762045407130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12625719/posts/default/112205762045407130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vigijohn.blogspot.com/2005/07/3-stages-of-man-he-believes-in-santa.html' title=''/><author><name>vigijohn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12625719.post-112205700803860612</id><published>2005-07-22T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T11:30:08.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Hindu Legend</title><content type='html'>There was once a time when all human beings were gods, but they so abused their divinity that Brahma, the chief god, decided to take it away from them and hide it where it could never be found. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where to hide their divinity was the question. So Brahma called a council of the gods to help him decide. "Let's bury it deep in the earth," said the gods. But Brahma answered, "No, that will not do because humans will dig into the earth and find it." Then the gods said, "Let's sink it in the deepest ocean." But Brahma said, "No, not there, for they will learn to dive into the ocean and will find it." Then the gods said, "Let's take it to the top of the highest mountain and hide it there." But once again Brahma replied, "No, that will not do either, because they will eventually climb every mountain and once again take up their divinity." Then the gods gave up and said, "We do not know where to hide it, because it seems that there is no place on earth or in the sea that human beings will not eventually reach." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brahma thought for a long time and then said, "Here is what we will do. We will hide their divinity deep in the center of their own being, for humans will never think to look for it there." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the gods agreed that this was the perfect hiding place, and the deed was done. And since that time humans have been going up and down the earth, digging, diving, climbing, and exploring--searching for something already within themselves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12625719-112205700803860612?l=vigijohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vigijohn.blogspot.com/feeds/112205700803860612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12625719&amp;postID=112205700803860612&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12625719/posts/default/112205700803860612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12625719/posts/default/112205700803860612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vigijohn.blogspot.com/2005/07/old-hindu-legend.html' title='Old Hindu Legend'/><author><name>vigijohn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12625719.post-112205563252689352</id><published>2005-07-22T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T11:45:12.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>whatshisname again ???</title><content type='html'>I suffer from the whatshisname syndrome. I cannot remember a person's name for the life of me but their face will remain in my head till I reach the grave. I was reading this article which provides tips for this syndrome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Being able to remember names is a valuable asset in both the business and social arenas. It helps you build instant rapport with new contacts, and, as many companies place a premium on interpersonal and relationship-building skills, it makes a decidedly good impression on employers, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Be interested&lt;br /&gt;2. Verify it&lt;br /&gt;3. Picture it written on their forehead&lt;br /&gt;4. Imagine writing the name&lt;br /&gt;5. Use word association&lt;br /&gt;6. Use it frequently&lt;br /&gt;7. Record the name in a "new contacts" file&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12625719-112205563252689352?l=vigijohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vigijohn.blogspot.com/feeds/112205563252689352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12625719&amp;postID=112205563252689352&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12625719/posts/default/112205563252689352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12625719/posts/default/112205563252689352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vigijohn.blogspot.com/2005/07/whatshisname-again.html' title='whatshisname again ???'/><author><name>vigijohn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12625719.post-112196720088469019</id><published>2005-07-21T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T10:37:35.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Roald Dahl</title><content type='html'>I'm a huge fan of Dahl. He was one of the many authors that made me love books. Allowing to strecth my imagination to the limits he let me dwell into a beautiful world of wonderful characters. My favourite book would be "Charlie and the Chocolate factory" and I'm thrilled it's made into a movie with my favorite actor. I came across his &lt;a href="http://www.roalddahl.com/"&gt;website &lt;/a&gt;and thought it was a worth a post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12625719-112196720088469019?l=vigijohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vigijohn.blogspot.com/feeds/112196720088469019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12625719&amp;postID=112196720088469019&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12625719/posts/default/112196720088469019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12625719/posts/default/112196720088469019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vigijohn.blogspot.com/2005/07/roald-dahl.html' title='Roald Dahl'/><author><name>vigijohn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12625719.post-112187660062167029</id><published>2005-07-20T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T09:23:55.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My sentiments exactly !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2005/SHOWBIZ/books/07/20/harrypotter.readers.ap/index.html"&gt;It was a sad day for all Potter fans when we read the Sixth book in the series.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12625719-112187660062167029?l=vigijohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vigijohn.blogspot.com/feeds/112187660062167029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12625719&amp;postID=112187660062167029&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12625719/posts/default/112187660062167029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12625719/posts/default/112187660062167029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vigijohn.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-sentiments-exactly.html' title='My sentiments exactly !'/><author><name>vigijohn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12625719.post-112169358609662470</id><published>2005-07-18T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T06:36:36.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Remember Growing older is MANDATORY, Growing up is optional..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We make a Living by what we get, We make a Life by what we give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God promises a safe landing, not a calm passage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If God brings you to it, He will bring you through it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12625719-112169358609662470?l=vigijohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vigijohn.blogspot.com/feeds/112169358609662470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12625719&amp;postID=112169358609662470&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12625719/posts/default/112169358609662470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12625719/posts/default/112169358609662470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vigijohn.blogspot.com/2005/07/remember-growing-older-is-mandatory.html' title=''/><author><name>vigijohn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12625719.post-112134990144513639</id><published>2005-07-14T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T11:21:04.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Officials believe boy dies after playing passing out game..</title><content type='html'>Kids these days come up with crazy stunts to get high! Imagine cutting of oxygen from the body by hanging yourself to get on a high...It's going on in the US now God knows when it will reach other places. &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2005/US/07/13/choking.game.ap/index.html"&gt;More&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12625719-112134990144513639?l=vigijohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vigijohn.blogspot.com/feeds/112134990144513639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12625719&amp;postID=112134990144513639&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12625719/posts/default/112134990144513639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12625719/posts/default/112134990144513639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vigijohn.blogspot.com/2005/07/officials-believe-boy-dies-after.html' title='Officials believe boy dies after playing passing out game..'/><author><name>vigijohn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12625719.post-112129230407614788</id><published>2005-07-13T15:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T15:05:04.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Corpse Falls Into Traffic in Texas</title><content type='html'>DALLAS - The body of a Louisiana man strapped to a gurney fell from the back of a pickup truck Tuesday onto a south Dallas highway and into the path of oncoming traffic. "I didn't think it was possible for that to happen," said Mary Ellen Douglas, who was driving to work when she saw what she initially thought was a package that had fallen from a truck. "I wanted to get out of there. It was too freaky for me," she said in a story in Wednesday's editions of The Dallas Morning News.&lt;br /&gt;Authorities said the driver was carrying the body to a Shreveport, La., funeral home after the man died Monday at a Mesquite hospital.&lt;br /&gt;"The driver of the truck was not aware that he had lost the body," Dallas police Lt. Rick Andrews said. "He saw the open door. He stopped and looked. He turned around, went back and retraced his steps and found the body."&lt;br /&gt;Drivers swerved to avoid the corpse and gurney.&lt;br /&gt;Dallas police Senior Cpl. Max Geron said no charges are expected to be filed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FREAKY WEDNESDAY !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12625719-112129230407614788?l=vigijohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vigijohn.blogspot.com/feeds/112129230407614788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12625719&amp;postID=112129230407614788&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12625719/posts/default/112129230407614788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12625719/posts/default/112129230407614788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vigijohn.blogspot.com/2005/07/corpse-falls-into-traffic-in-texas.html' title='Corpse Falls Into Traffic in Texas'/><author><name>vigijohn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12625719.post-112128785938842600</id><published>2005-07-13T13:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T13:53:25.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Have u ever been this tired ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/259/1079/1600/tired2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/259/1079/320/tired2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/259/1079/1600/tired1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/259/1079/320/tired1.jpg" 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?'/><author><name>vigijohn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12625719.post-112127692824033736</id><published>2005-07-13T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T10:54:59.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NASA has no luck finding glitch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2005/TECH/space/07/19/space.shuttle/index.html"&gt;Read more&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12625719-112127692824033736?l=vigijohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vigijohn.blogspot.com/feeds/112127692824033736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12625719&amp;postID=112127692824033736&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12625719/posts/default/112127692824033736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12625719/posts/default/112127692824033736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vigijohn.blogspot.com/2005/07/nasa-has-no-luck-finding-glitch.html' title='NASA has no luck finding glitch'/><author><name>vigijohn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12625719.post-112119021884180989</id><published>2005-07-12T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T10:43:38.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shop sells new Potter book by mistake</title><content type='html'>JK Rowling's highly anticipated sixth book in the series - Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince - was inadvertently sold to 14 people at a supermarket near Vancouver. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a bid to keep the storyline secret until its release, the lucky buyers have been promised a copy signed by author JK Rowling if they bring them back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even publishers and critics have been barred from glimpsing a copy until it is unveiled at midnight parties being held at bookshops across the globe on Friday night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The offending shop quickly realised its mistake and whipped the wizardry tale off the shelves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A spokesman for the shop said: "It was an inadvertent error on behalf of one of our staff." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justice Kristi Gill at the Supreme Court of British Columbia ordered customers not to talk about the book, copy it, sell it or even read it before it is officially released. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm a big fan of the Harry Potter series but c'mon this is just too much !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12625719-112119021884180989?l=vigijohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vigijohn.blogspot.com/feeds/112119021884180989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12625719&amp;postID=112119021884180989&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12625719/posts/default/112119021884180989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12625719/posts/default/112119021884180989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vigijohn.blogspot.com/2005/07/shop-sells-new-potter-book-by-mistake.html' title='Shop sells new Potter book by mistake'/><author><name>vigijohn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12625719.post-112083213467969263</id><published>2005-07-08T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T06:58:04.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/259/1079/1600/clip_image0021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/259/1079/320/clip_image0021.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Absence should be long enough ...... so that Somebody misses U.&lt;br /&gt;...But it should not be so long .....that Somebody learns to live without U.&lt;br /&gt;So .... Keep in Touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wake up every morning at nine and grab for the morning paper. Then I look at the obituary page. If my name is not on it, I get up. &lt;br /&gt;Benjamin Franklin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is difficult to live in the present, ridiculous to live in the future, and impossible to live in the past. Nothing is as far away as one minute ago.&lt;br /&gt;Jim Bishop&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12625719-112083213467969263?l=vigijohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vigijohn.blogspot.com/feeds/112083213467969263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12625719&amp;postID=112083213467969263&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12625719/posts/default/112083213467969263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12625719/posts/default/112083213467969263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vigijohn.blogspot.com/2005/07/your-absence-should-be-long-enough.html' title=''/><author><name>vigijohn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12625719.post-112074446109348290</id><published>2005-07-07T06:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T06:54:21.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In the end we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12625719-112074446109348290?l=vigijohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vigijohn.blogspot.com/feeds/112074446109348290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12625719&amp;postID=112074446109348290&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12625719/posts/default/112074446109348290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12625719/posts/default/112074446109348290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vigijohn.blogspot.com/2005/07/in-end-we-will-remember-not-words-of.html' title=''/><author><name>vigijohn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12625719.post-112067031813756396</id><published>2005-07-06T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T10:19:13.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Olympics 2012 to be hosted by London</title><content type='html'>The announcement by the International Olympic Committee in Singapore was shown on a giant television screen in Trafalgar Square in central London, and in the east London area where the Olympic village will rise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is a truly fantastic day for east and southeast London," said Robin Wales, mayor of the east London borough of Newham, where much of the games will be held. "It is a massive opportunity and also a big responsibility."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2005/SPORT/07/06/olympics.london.ap/index.html"&gt;Read more&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12625719-112067031813756396?l=vigijohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vigijohn.blogspot.com/feeds/112067031813756396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12625719&amp;postID=112067031813756396&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12625719/posts/default/112067031813756396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12625719/posts/default/112067031813756396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vigijohn.blogspot.com/2005/07/olympics-2012-to-be-hosted-by-london.html' title='Olympics 2012 to be hosted by London'/><author><name>vigijohn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12625719.post-112058923463361294</id><published>2005-07-05T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T11:47:14.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>T E A M = Together Everyone Achieves More&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12625719-112058923463361294?l=vigijohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vigijohn.blogspot.com/feeds/112058923463361294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12625719&amp;postID=112058923463361294&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12625719/posts/default/112058923463361294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12625719/posts/default/112058923463361294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vigijohn.blogspot.com/2005/07/t-e-m-together-everyone-achieves-more.html' title=''/><author><name>vigijohn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12625719.post-112051937341216526</id><published>2005-07-04T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T16:22:53.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Child's Ten commandments to parents...</title><content type='html'>1. My hands are small. Please don't expect perfection whenever I make a bed, draw a picture or throw a ball. My legs are short. Please slow down so that I can keep up with you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. My eyes have not seen the world as yours have. Please let me explore safely. Don't restrict me unnecessarily. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Housework will always be there. I'm only little for such a short time. Please take time to explain things to me about this wonderful world, and do so willingly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. My feelings are tender. Please be sensitive to my needs. Don't nag me all day long. (You wouldn't want to be nagged for your inquisitiveness.) Treat me as you would like to be treated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I am a special gift from God. Please treasure me, holding me accountable for my actions, giving me guidelines to live by and disciplining me in a loving manner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I need your encouragement and your praise to grow. Please go easy on the criticism. Remember, you can criticize the things I do without criticizing me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Please give me the freedom to make decisions concerning myself. Permit me to fail so that I can learn from my mistakes. Then someday, I'll be prepared to make the kind of decisions life requires of me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Please don't do things over for me. Somehow that makes me feel that my efforts didn't quite measure up to your expectations. I know it's hard, but please don't try to compare me with my brother or my sister. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Please don't be afraid to leave for a weekend together. Kids need vacations from parents, just as parents need vacations from kids. Besides, it's a great way to show us kids that your marriage is very special. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Please take me to worship regularly, setting a good example for me to follow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12625719-112051937341216526?l=vigijohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vigijohn.blogspot.com/feeds/112051937341216526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12625719&amp;postID=112051937341216526&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12625719/posts/default/112051937341216526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12625719/posts/default/112051937341216526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vigijohn.blogspot.com/2005/07/childs-ten-commandments-to-parents.html' title='Child&apos;s Ten commandments to parents...'/><author><name>vigijohn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12625719.post-112051840588729826</id><published>2005-07-04T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T16:17:12.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Holy Alphabet</title><content type='html'>A lthough things are not perfect &lt;br /&gt;B ecause of trial or pain &lt;br /&gt;C ontinue in thanksgiving &lt;br /&gt;D o not begin to blame &lt;br /&gt;E ven when the times are hard &lt;br /&gt;F ierce winds are bound to blow &lt;br /&gt;G od is forever able &lt;br /&gt;H old on to what you know &lt;br /&gt;I magine life without His love &lt;br /&gt;J oy would cease to be &lt;br /&gt;K eep thanking Him for all the things &lt;br /&gt;L ove imparts to thee &lt;br /&gt;M ove out of "Camp Complaining" &lt;br /&gt;N o weapon that is known &lt;br /&gt;O n earth can yield the power &lt;br /&gt;P raise can do alone &lt;br /&gt;Q uit looking at the future &lt;br /&gt;R edeem the time at hand &lt;br /&gt;S tart every day with worship &lt;br /&gt;T o "thank" is a command &lt;br /&gt;U ntil we see Him coming &lt;br /&gt;V ictorious in the sky &lt;br /&gt;W e'll run the race with gratitude &lt;br /&gt;X alting God most high &lt;br /&gt;Y es, there'll be good times and yes some will be bad, but... &lt;br /&gt;Z ion waits in glory....where none are ever sad!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12625719-112051840588729826?l=vigijohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vigijohn.blogspot.com/feeds/112051840588729826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12625719&amp;postID=112051840588729826&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12625719/posts/default/112051840588729826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12625719/posts/default/112051840588729826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vigijohn.blogspot.com/2005/07/holy-alphabet.html' title='The Holy Alphabet'/><author><name>vigijohn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12625719.post-112022545300770767</id><published>2005-07-01T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T06:44:13.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tick tock tick tock..</title><content type='html'>To realize the value of one year:&lt;br /&gt;     Ask a student who has failed a final exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To realize the value of one month:&lt;br /&gt;     Ask a mother who has given birth to a premature baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To realize the value of one week:&lt;br /&gt;     Ask an editor of a weekly newspaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To realize the value of one hour:&lt;br /&gt;     Ask the lovers who are waiting to meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To realize the value of one minute:&lt;br /&gt;     Ask the person who has missed the train, bus or plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To realize the value of one second:&lt;br /&gt;     Ask a person who has survived an accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To realize the value of one millisecond:&lt;br /&gt;     Ask the person who has won a silver medal in the Olympics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time waits for no one. Treasure every moment you have.&lt;br /&gt;     You will treasure it even more when you share it with someone special.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12625719-112022545300770767?l=vigijohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vigijohn.blogspot.com/feeds/112022545300770767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12625719&amp;postID=112022545300770767&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12625719/posts/default/112022545300770767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12625719/posts/default/112022545300770767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vigijohn.blogspot.com/2005/07/tick-tock-tick-tock.html' title='tick tock tick tock..'/><author><name>vigijohn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12625719.post-112022458351490640</id><published>2005-07-01T06:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T06:29:43.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bubble City in Dubai ...</title><content type='html'>A city suspended in air.... Read &lt;a href="http://javablogs.xyling.com/img/dbc.jpg"&gt;more&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/259/1079/1600/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/259/1079/320/untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12625719-112022458351490640?l=vigijohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vigijohn.blogspot.com/feeds/112022458351490640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12625719&amp;postID=112022458351490640&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12625719/posts/default/112022458351490640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12625719/posts/default/112022458351490640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vigijohn.blogspot.com/2005/07/bubble-city-in-dubai.html' title='Bubble City in Dubai ...'/><author><name>vigijohn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12625719.post-112022373884533342</id><published>2005-07-01T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T06:15:38.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/259/1079/1600/clip_image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/259/1079/320/clip_image002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12625719-112022373884533342?l=vigijohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vigijohn.blogspot.com/feeds/112022373884533342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12625719&amp;postID=112022373884533342&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12625719/posts/default/112022373884533342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12625719/posts/default/112022373884533342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vigijohn.blogspot.com/2005/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>vigijohn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12625719.post-112005222620464982</id><published>2005-06-29T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T06:37:06.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TearDrop is beautiful....</title><content type='html'>Two little teardrops were floating down the river of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One drop said to another,"I am the teardrop of a girl who loved a man and lost him. Who are you?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well I am the teardrop of a girl who won him", replied the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is very strange...love is unconditional commitment to an imperfect individual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need it but when you love, it's like testing yourself for pain. You become addicted and dependent on that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You become strong and at the same time you open yourself to hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love can make you bear any kind of pain and any kind of sacrifice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can also make you feel stupid and act stupidly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when you love and end up giving so much of yourself, you only discover how much you've given when the person hurts you or has to say good bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you realize, an important part of yourself is already with that person. It goes away when he or she leaves and you are left with a sickening empty feeling inside. Tears are bound to be shed from your eyes no matter how you force yourself to keep them in..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most teardrops ever shed on this earth have been for love ar lack of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When tears dry, a silent loss sticks to your heart for a long long time. Well that's what you get by caring so much or a person. But how can you regret it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To give yourself freely and lovingly is the most beautiful thing that you can do. Loving makes you real. Loving also makes you cry. And that's why a teardrop is beautiful. Because it is real and comes from within your heart and your emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is nothing to do with what you are expecting to get, only with what you are expected to give...which is everything."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEVER GIVE UP ON THE PEOPLE YOU LOVE...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12625719-112005222620464982?l=vigijohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vigijohn.blogspot.com/feeds/112005222620464982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12625719&amp;postID=112005222620464982&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12625719/posts/default/112005222620464982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12625719/posts/default/112005222620464982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vigijohn.blogspot.com/2005/06/teardrop-is-beautiful.html' title='TearDrop is beautiful....'/><author><name>vigijohn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12625719.post-112005208340695083</id><published>2005-06-29T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T06:42:51.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dada...</title><content type='html'>At 4 YearsMy daddy is great.&lt;br /&gt;At 6 YearsMy daddy knows everybody.&lt;br /&gt;At 10 YearsMy daddy is good but is short tempered.&lt;br /&gt;At 12 YearsMy daddy was very nice to me when I was young .&lt;br /&gt;At 14 YearsMy daddy is getting fastidious.&lt;br /&gt;At 16 YearsMy daddy is not in line with the current times.&lt;br /&gt;At 18 YearsMy daddy is becoming increasingly cranky.&lt;br /&gt;At 20 YearsOh! Its becoming difficult to tolerate daddy.&lt;br /&gt;Wonderhow Mother puts up with him.&lt;br /&gt;At 25 YearsDaddy is objecting to everything.&lt;br /&gt;At 30 YearsIt's becoming difficult to manage my son. I was soscared of my father when I was young.&lt;br /&gt;At 40 YearsDaddy brought me up with so much discipline. Even Ishould do the same.&lt;br /&gt;At 45 Years I am baffled as to how my daddy brought us up.&lt;br /&gt;At 50 YearsMy daddy faced so many hardships to bring us up. I am unable to manage a single son.&lt;br /&gt;At 55 YearsMy daddy was so far sighted and planned so many thingsfor us. He is one of his kind and unique.&lt;br /&gt;At 60 YearsI wish my daddy was here.&lt;br /&gt;At 64 YearsMy daddy was great&lt;br /&gt;Thus, it took 60 years to complete the cycle and comeback to the 1st.stage.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12625719-112005208340695083?l=vigijohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vigijohn.blogspot.com/feeds/112005208340695083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12625719&amp;postID=112005208340695083&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12625719/posts/default/112005208340695083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12625719/posts/default/112005208340695083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vigijohn.blogspot.com/2005/06/dada.html' title='Dada...'/><author><name>vigijohn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12625719.post-111999337765875584</id><published>2005-06-28T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T14:17:09.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/259/1079/1600/luann20050621744062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/259/1079/400/luann2005062174406.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12625719-111999337765875584?l=vigijohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vigijohn.blogspot.com/feeds/111999337765875584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12625719&amp;postID=111999337765875584&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12625719/posts/default/111999337765875584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12625719/posts/default/111999337765875584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vigijohn.blogspot.com/2005/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>vigijohn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12625719.post-111999332665642248</id><published>2005-06-28T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T14:15:26.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodies..</title><content type='html'>The supreme happiness of life is the convictionthat we are loved; loved for ourselves,or rather loved in spite of ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayer does not change God,but changes those who pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conscience is that still, small voice that is sometimes too loud for comfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who can't laugh at themselvesleave the job to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing shows our character more than what we laugh at.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12625719-111999332665642248?l=vigijohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vigijohn.blogspot.com/feeds/111999332665642248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12625719&amp;postID=111999332665642248&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12625719/posts/default/111999332665642248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12625719/posts/default/111999332665642248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vigijohn.blogspot.com/2005/06/goodies.html' title='Goodies..'/><author><name>vigijohn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12625719.post-111999217807767036</id><published>2005-06-28T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T14:04:32.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's Struggles...</title><content type='html'>A man found a cocoon of a butterfly. One day a small opening appeared; he sat and watched the butterfly for several hours as it struggled to force its body through that little hole. Then it seemed to stop making any progress. It appeared as if it had gotten as far as it could and it could go no farther.Then the man decided to help the butterfly, so he took a pair of scissors and snipped off the remaining bit of the cocoon. The butterfly then emerged easily. But it had a swollen body and small, shriveled wings.The man continued to watch the butterfly because he expected that, at any moment, the wings would enlarge and expand to be able to support the body, which would contract in time.Neither happened! In fact, the butterfly spent the rest of its life crawling around with a swollen body and shriveled wings. It never was able to fly.What the man in his kindness and haste did not understand was that the restricting cocoon and the struggle required for the butterfly to get through the tiny opening were nature's way of forcing fluid from the body of the butterfly into its wings so that it would be ready for flight once it achieved its freedom from the cocoon.Sometimes struggles are exactly what we need in our life. If nature allowed us to go through our life without any obstacles, it would cripple us. We would not be as strong as what we could have been.&lt;br /&gt;And we could never fly... &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/259/1079/1600/geeseflying1.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12625719-111999217807767036?l=vigijohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vigijohn.blogspot.com/feeds/111999217807767036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12625719&amp;postID=111999217807767036&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12625719/posts/default/111999217807767036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12625719/posts/default/111999217807767036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vigijohn.blogspot.com/2005/06/lifes-struggles.html' title='Life&apos;s Struggles...'/><author><name>vigijohn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12625719.post-111999202086020642</id><published>2005-06-28T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T13:53:40.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Footprints in the Sand...</title><content type='html'>One night a man had a dream. He dreamedhe was walking along the beach with the LORD.&lt;br /&gt;Across the sky flashed scenes from his life. For each scene he noticed two sets of footprints in the sand: one belonging to him, and the other to the LORD.&lt;br /&gt;When the last scene of his life flashed before him,he looked back at the footprints in the sand.&lt;br /&gt;He noticed that many times along the path ofhis life there was only one set of footprints.&lt;br /&gt;He also noticed that it happened at the verylowest and saddest times in his life.&lt;br /&gt;This really bothered him and he questioned the LORD about it:&lt;br /&gt;"LORD, you said that once I decided to follow you, you'd walk with me all the way.But I have noticed that during the most troublesome times in my life,there is only one set of footprints. I don't understand why when I needed you most you would leave me."The LORD replied:&lt;br /&gt;"My son, my precious child,I love you and I would never leave you.During your times of trial and suffering,when you see only one set of footprints, it was then that I carried you."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12625719-111999202086020642?l=vigijohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vigijohn.blogspot.com/feeds/111999202086020642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12625719&amp;postID=111999202086020642&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12625719/posts/default/111999202086020642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12625719/posts/default/111999202086020642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vigijohn.blogspot.com/2005/06/footprints-in-sand.html' title='Footprints in the Sand...'/><author><name>vigijohn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12625719.post-111999180038258956</id><published>2005-06-28T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T13:50:00.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Being 20 something ( been there done that!)</title><content type='html'>They call it the "Quarter-life Crisis." It is when you stop going along with the crowd and start realizing that there are many things about yourself that you didn't know and may not like. You start feeling insecure and wonder where you will be in a year or two,but then get scared because you barely know where you are now. You start realizing that people are selfish and that, maybe, those friends that you  thought you were so close to aren't exactly the greatest people you have ever met, and the people you have lost touch with are some of the most important ones. What you don't recognize is that they are realizing that too, and aren't really cold, catty, mean or insincere but that they are as confused as you.You look at your job... and it is not even close to what you thought you would be doing, or maybe you are looking for a job and realizing that you are going to have to start at the bottom and that scares you. Your opinions have gotten stronger. You see what others are doing and find yourself judging more than usual because suddenly you realize that you have certain boundaries in your life and are constantly adding things to your list of what is acceptable and what isn't. One minute, you are insecure and then the next, secure. You laugh and cry with the greatest force of your life.You feel alone and scared and confused. Suddenly, change is the enemy and you try to cling on to the past with dear life, but soon realize that the past is drifting further and further away, and there is nothing to do but stay where you are or move forward. You get your heart broken and wonder how someone you loved could do such damage to you. Or you lay in bed and wonder why you can't meet anyone decent enough that you want to get to know better.Or maybe you love someone but love someone else too and cannot figure out why you are doing this because you know that you aren't a bad person.  One-night-stands and random hook-ups start to look cheap. Getting wasted and acting like an idiot starts to look pathetic.You go through the same emotions and questions over and over, and talk with your friends about the same topics because you cannot seem to make a decision. You worry about loans, money, the future and making a life for yourself... and while winning the race would be great, right now you'd just like to be a contender! What you may not realize is that everyone reading this relates to it. We are in our best of times and our worst of times, trying as hard as we can to figure this whole thing out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12625719-111999180038258956?l=vigijohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vigijohn.blogspot.com/feeds/111999180038258956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12625719&amp;postID=111999180038258956&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12625719/posts/default/111999180038258956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12625719/posts/default/111999180038258956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vigijohn.blogspot.com/2005/06/being-20-something-been-there-done.html' title='Being 20 something ( been there done that!)'/><author><name>vigijohn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12625719.post-111999169713860686</id><published>2005-06-28T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T13:48:17.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My new signature line....</title><content type='html'>I asked for strength and God gave me difficulties to make me strong.&lt;br /&gt;I asked for wisdom and God gave me problems to solve.&lt;br /&gt;I asked for prosperity and God gave me brawn and brain to work.&lt;br /&gt;I asked for courage and God gave me dangers to overcome.&lt;br /&gt;I asked for patience God placed me in situations where I was forced to wait.&lt;br /&gt;I asked for love and God gave me troubled people to help.&lt;br /&gt;I asked for favors and God gave me opportunities.I received nothing I wanted.&lt;br /&gt;I received everything I needed .&lt;br /&gt;MY PRAYERS HAVE BEEN ANSWERED&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12625719-111999169713860686?l=vigijohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vigijohn.blogspot.com/feeds/111999169713860686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12625719&amp;postID=111999169713860686&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12625719/posts/default/111999169713860686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12625719/posts/default/111999169713860686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vigijohn.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-new-signature-line.html' title='My new signature line....'/><author><name>vigijohn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12625719.post-111661343861434962</id><published>2005-05-20T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T11:23:58.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;A person who truly loves you and knows you is someone who sees the pain in your eyes while everyone still believes you are smiling.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Love you Mom and Dad ! Happy Mothers and Fathers Day to you guys !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12625719-111661343861434962?l=vigijohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vigijohn.blogspot.com/feeds/111661343861434962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12625719&amp;postID=111661343861434962&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12625719/posts/default/111661343861434962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12625719/posts/default/111661343861434962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vigijohn.blogspot.com/2005/05/person-who-truly-loves-you-and-knows.html' title=''/><author><name>vigijohn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
