<?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-4689433588497772569</id><updated>2011-09-12T17:35:03.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mistrusting the trustworthy</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnsundays.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4689433588497772569/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnsundays.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>João Bimbato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04710931983326888594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L4Pikwq_020/SbLLYXXX_uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/K7RM5hK2y0s/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4689433588497772569.post-613368836974463454</id><published>2010-02-19T19:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T19:17:36.637-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Courage...</title><content type='html'>I wish I had courage. I wish I had the courage to do whatever I want. I wish I had the courage to tell anyone any thing I want. I wish I ahd the courage to have courage.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, it gets so tough to look beyond what you already know. You don't want to find something new that will make you suffer. However, that's what you need to do. You need to go further than what you've reached so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear is the heart of love - this is in a song. But it's also the heart of failure, the heart of anguish and lack of happiness. If I were brave, I'd just say everything to everybody's face and not be a hypocrite as everybody is. I wish I had the courage to find out what they think, to fight off my fears. But how would I do that? I'm afraid...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I knew what's in their hearts, in their souls and in their minds. If I were brave, I'd ask them, but I don't think I can. Someday I'll find out what it is that horrifies me so much - that is, if I have the guts to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I'm not afraid of is sleepong because when I sleep I have peace. I know, I know... but even my sleep has been troubled lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I had courage. If only I weren't afraid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4689433588497772569-613368836974463454?l=johnsundays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnsundays.blogspot.com/feeds/613368836974463454/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4689433588497772569&amp;postID=613368836974463454' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4689433588497772569/posts/default/613368836974463454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4689433588497772569/posts/default/613368836974463454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnsundays.blogspot.com/2010/02/courage.html' title='Courage...'/><author><name>João Bimbato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04710931983326888594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L4Pikwq_020/SbLLYXXX_uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/K7RM5hK2y0s/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4689433588497772569.post-9121235798938807013</id><published>2010-01-22T18:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T18:14:12.779-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is a box of chocolate...</title><content type='html'>Still in the Forrest Gump mood, it is a nice thing to think about this sentence that he says some times during the movie: life is like a box of chocolate, you never know what you're gonna get. And that is so true! Whenever you open a box of chocolate, you always find something new and delightful you want and there's also that candy you despise. But guess what... in life that's what we'll get: desireable and despising experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you think about it, it's all chocolate, no matter how sweet or bitter it tastes. The same is true of life... since it's all chocolate, we ought to try every possibility it brings us and enjoy it no matter how bitter it might be in the future...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easy for you to say, John, you might be saying now, dear reader, however, this is just something that I just thought of while writing this... because since life is gonna bring us great and horrible situations and there's no way we could escape it, all we have to do is live through it and appreciate the sweetness of what nice things this box of chocolate brings us, besides learning to avoid the bitter candies through the lessons we learn during life: you never know which one is going to be bitter until you open it, but after you open it for the first time, you'll know what to stave off next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4689433588497772569-9121235798938807013?l=johnsundays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnsundays.blogspot.com/feeds/9121235798938807013/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4689433588497772569&amp;postID=9121235798938807013' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4689433588497772569/posts/default/9121235798938807013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4689433588497772569/posts/default/9121235798938807013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnsundays.blogspot.com/2010/01/life-is-box-of-chocolate.html' title='Life is a box of chocolate...'/><author><name>João Bimbato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04710931983326888594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L4Pikwq_020/SbLLYXXX_uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/K7RM5hK2y0s/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4689433588497772569.post-282434746485068184</id><published>2010-01-21T10:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T10:51:56.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forrest Gump</title><content type='html'>I believe this movie is one of the most beautiful ones I've ever seen in my entire life. It's so deep and full of things to appreciate that when it was over, I was overwhelmed by its meaningful messages. It is incredible how life can be so beautiful, especially in the eyes of a simple person, who does not have ambitions ans whose most important objective is to be with the one he loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forrest Gump is one of those movies that make you think about your life and about everything you've done with so far. It shows us that worrying about life and where it will takes is useless and it makes you believe that God does have a plan for each one of us, and not matter what we do, we will end up fulfilling it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gump is a simple man, not a smart one - as he says - but he has something that counts far more than intelligence: his heart. And by it, he does everything that takes him to the highest of life, making him meet very important people, such as the president of the USA and John Lennon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He does not really care what people will say about him, although he really hates being called stupid, but, as he well says, stupid is as stupid does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With amazing scenes and touching lines, this movie is sure to be considered one of a kind... and Tom Hanks is now definetely on my list of best actors. I'm delighted...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4689433588497772569-282434746485068184?l=johnsundays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnsundays.blogspot.com/feeds/282434746485068184/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4689433588497772569&amp;postID=282434746485068184' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4689433588497772569/posts/default/282434746485068184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4689433588497772569/posts/default/282434746485068184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnsundays.blogspot.com/2010/01/forrest-gump.html' title='Forrest Gump'/><author><name>João Bimbato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04710931983326888594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L4Pikwq_020/SbLLYXXX_uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/K7RM5hK2y0s/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4689433588497772569.post-6114797573418997200</id><published>2010-01-19T17:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T18:10:03.569-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting...</title><content type='html'>Isn't it awful when you have to wait? There's this big thing you want to happen, but you have to wait until it comes... does that kill me! Gosh, being anxious is juts horrible and pain-inflicting! But here's what I have to do: wait. Just four letters give me the creeps... WAIT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally think about what might happen in the future and then start suffering about it. I don't really know what the sentence "I'll cross that bridge when I come to it" means because if have reasons to believe the future will be cloudy and dark, I begin to freak out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That has not being good for me and I have experienced really bad things because of my anxiety. I wish I knew how to get out of this situation, but it's so hard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're reading this and identify yourself, I hope this feeling of knowing it does not only happen to you helps you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe me... waiting is harder than anything in the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4689433588497772569-6114797573418997200?l=johnsundays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnsundays.blogspot.com/feeds/6114797573418997200/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4689433588497772569&amp;postID=6114797573418997200' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4689433588497772569/posts/default/6114797573418997200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4689433588497772569/posts/default/6114797573418997200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnsundays.blogspot.com/2010/01/waiting.html' title='Waiting...'/><author><name>João Bimbato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04710931983326888594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L4Pikwq_020/SbLLYXXX_uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/K7RM5hK2y0s/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4689433588497772569.post-7052503377679512429</id><published>2009-10-13T17:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T17:48:03.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear reader (if there is any...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while since I last posted here. Two months! But now I'm back on track... that is, am I going to post anything here for the next two months? Who knows? So it's your duty to keep visiting this blog to check it out.&lt;br /&gt;So, speaking of uncertainty, I think this is a nice topic to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's certain about life? There is just one thing we can be certain of: death. Still, you're never certain when you will meet it.&lt;br /&gt;You get up in the morning and you do have plans. But who told you will make it to the end of the day to see them fulfilled?&lt;br /&gt;Let's say it's 7 in the morning. You get up, go to the kitchen and have breakfast. Then you head out to work and stay there all day. When you leave, you get on the bus, a guy holding a gun gets on the bus and...&lt;br /&gt;Well, what happens? You don't know. Maybe that's when you meet your maker.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is certain... so although you have plans, despite the fact you think you have control over everything, be certain that your not certain about anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4689433588497772569-7052503377679512429?l=johnsundays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnsundays.blogspot.com/feeds/7052503377679512429/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4689433588497772569&amp;postID=7052503377679512429' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4689433588497772569/posts/default/7052503377679512429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4689433588497772569/posts/default/7052503377679512429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnsundays.blogspot.com/2009/10/dear-reader-if-there-is-any.html' title=''/><author><name>João Bimbato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04710931983326888594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L4Pikwq_020/SbLLYXXX_uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/K7RM5hK2y0s/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4689433588497772569.post-1130116210909151104</id><published>2009-08-07T09:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T09:24:03.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It is funny to see how men and women relate to each other. It is obviously something natural because men were made for women and women were made for men. However, there is a lot of mystery surrounding this so called natural process. Men complain about women and women complain about men, but they end up needing each other and complementing each other.&lt;br /&gt;Go out on the street and ask someone what they think about the opposite sex and you will see that most of the replies will be related to understanding what men and women think. Knowing what is going on in the head of person of the opposite sex might just be something like knowing the right number to win the lottery.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking as a man, I can say that women are just incomprehensible. Most of them seem to talk in a way and act completely differently. They are not coherent at all and since their most tender age they start showing signs of how unable to understand they will be.&lt;br /&gt;Women also have the ability to be mysterious. It is almost never possible to figure out what they are thinking or what is crossing their minds. Usually the guy is very confident he understands what is going on in a certain situation with a girl, but when he sees it he’s been lost for a long time. And when he asks the girl what she thinks about it all she smirks and loses him even more.&lt;br /&gt;But I know that this is a man’s opinion about it all. In recent conversations with some girls, they told me they also think men are complex and not easy to figure out. They say we think too much about sex and that we do not care about their feelings. They say they want to find the right man, a decent guy they can marry and start a family with and that it is really complicated to find.&lt;br /&gt;I know that I have talked more about women than men, but I can’t exclude myself from the universe of men trying to understand women. But there is a reason why men and women try to figure each other out and it is because they were made for each other. And need each other, so they try to find an easy way to relate to one another. The Bottom line is both men and women haven’t been made to be understood, but to live with each other the way they are. And that is especially applied to women – the ones I complained so much about – since they have to be loved and not necessarily understood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4689433588497772569-1130116210909151104?l=johnsundays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnsundays.blogspot.com/feeds/1130116210909151104/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4689433588497772569&amp;postID=1130116210909151104' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4689433588497772569/posts/default/1130116210909151104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4689433588497772569/posts/default/1130116210909151104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnsundays.blogspot.com/2009/08/it-is-funny-to-see-how-men-and-women.html' title=''/><author><name>João Bimbato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04710931983326888594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L4Pikwq_020/SbLLYXXX_uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/K7RM5hK2y0s/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4689433588497772569.post-1733481525105384012</id><published>2009-07-31T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T06:01:12.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How weird it is when all you know comes apart at the seams. It is something we ought to be prepared for because we never know when it's going to happen. Maybe never, but maybe some day you will get up and find out that all you'd believed till the day before was a lie. What now?&lt;br /&gt;It is not easy to face a new day when there's nothing firm you can hold on to and it is not easy to feel motivated when everything around seems to make no sense at all. Now's when you must take a break and think. The problem is that the world we live in will probably not give you this break because you never know when a new crisis is coming - and probably not when your vacation is scheduled.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4689433588497772569-1733481525105384012?l=johnsundays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnsundays.blogspot.com/feeds/1733481525105384012/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4689433588497772569&amp;postID=1733481525105384012' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4689433588497772569/posts/default/1733481525105384012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4689433588497772569/posts/default/1733481525105384012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnsundays.blogspot.com/2009/07/how-weird-it-is-when-all-you-know-comes.html' title=''/><author><name>João Bimbato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04710931983326888594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L4Pikwq_020/SbLLYXXX_uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/K7RM5hK2y0s/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4689433588497772569.post-7765449685573246818</id><published>2009-05-21T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T11:50:26.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, I'm here to write about the importance of friends in our lives. Weren't you going to write a series on the seven deadly sins, John? Well, I've just changed my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is essential that a man have friends in his life. No one was made to live by themselves. It is of the utmost importance that no person live by themselves. And that's why friends exist - to make life more colorful and full of joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One might say he does not like meeting people and making friends because maybe he's been so disappointed in them. But I'll tell you what. After you become friends with someone, it's your duty to love them and be there for them, no matter what. Oh what if they disappoint you? Well, friends are just like family - after you got them, you can't choose anymore. If your mother does something that upsets you, will you stop loving her or at least talking to her? I mean, some people do it, but it is not the right thing to do. Many of my friends have done things that really got me down, but what did I do? Did I isolate myself from them? Did I just forget them and all the good times we had spent together? No, sir, I didn't. I didn't because I'm not expected to give up on my friends, but to forgive and to keep being their friend.&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine if you would just stop talking to everyone who upsets you? I mean, probably the best thing to do would be to move to another planet because there's nothing you can do to avoid being hurt by someone. This happens due to human unpredictability which causes curious things to occur. So all you have to do is love your friends and love making friends because although they might disappoint you one day, it is more likely that they will be there to help you in time of need.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4689433588497772569-7765449685573246818?l=johnsundays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnsundays.blogspot.com/feeds/7765449685573246818/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4689433588497772569&amp;postID=7765449685573246818' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4689433588497772569/posts/default/7765449685573246818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4689433588497772569/posts/default/7765449685573246818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnsundays.blogspot.com/2009/05/today-im-here-to-write-about-importance.html' title=''/><author><name>João Bimbato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04710931983326888594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L4Pikwq_020/SbLLYXXX_uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/K7RM5hK2y0s/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4689433588497772569.post-3628015643344217853</id><published>2009-03-24T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T07:53:27.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The seven deadly sins</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dear friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a series of posts related to the most common attitudes in society in general. The seven deadly sins reflect in a very curious way how people deal with life.&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I'd like to stress that biblically, these sins are NOT considered to be deadly. As John says in his first book, "If we confess our sins, He is faithful and just to forgive our sins and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness." (1 John 1:9) The only sin the won't be forgiven is blasfemy against the Holy Spirit - but that's pretty much enough for another post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first sin I'm going to talk about is PRIDE. According to http://www.deadlysins.com/sins/index.htm, &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;pride is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;is excessive belief in one's own abilities, that interferes with the            individual's recognition of the grace of God. It has been called the            sin from which all others arise. Pride is also known as Vanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it is widely known that pride is present in every society, group of people, civilization. Men tend to see themselves as independent of God and think they can all do anything they want as they want. However, it not like this.&lt;br /&gt;Pride is the very smell of a society in an advanced stage of decomposition. Every person has at least once commited this sin, but just because they have doesn't mean that they're proud. But have you noticed how haughty people act? It's the most rediculous thing... and they don't even need to say a word to cause enmity to arise. The way they walk, talk, think and look down on others show their readiness for bad relationships. This problem can well affect rich, middle class or poor people. It is funny to see how they behave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rich people are proud of what they have. "Have you seen my new mansion by the lake? What about my last trip to Europe - have you seen the pictures?". They think they can get more privileges than others and believe their money can buy them everything, even judicial decisions. Little do they know what I know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Middle class people now. This one is really interesting. They're too proud to be rich - criticize the way affluent people act, say that if they had such a big amount of money, they wouldn't spend it so unwisely and so on. However, they're also too proud to be poor. "Oh, what will my colleagues think if they find out my shoes aren't original?" "What will people say when they find out I didn't go to the mall because I was out of money?" "Honey, today my boss is coming to pay us a visit. Bring out the best china we have so that he won't think we're a bunch of  white trash."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Little do they know what I know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Poor people. There are some very peculiar cases in this class. Some people know they are poor and they work hard to get a better life. Others know they have no money, but accept their situation. Nevertheless, there is this group of people who neither try to improve their living nor accept their situation. If someone tries to help them by giving them clothes or food, they say they don't need this kind of assistance. When they go to the mall or somewhere they know they'll find better off people, they wear their best clothes and act arrogantly to show they too are well-off.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Little do they know what I know...&lt;/p&gt;Of course, the kind of pride I talked about in today's post was the financial one, as there are so many types I could've written about.&lt;br /&gt;What I know is that people worry too much about their social status and situation... they worry about what other people will think about them and they keep trying to prove they're better than others by showing off. Little do they know what I know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know that all of them are equal. All of them take a dump at least once a day and it does stink! All of them need to shower or else they will smell badly... as the saying goes, "The better-ff stink, but can afford to buy perfume."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4689433588497772569-3628015643344217853?l=johnsundays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnsundays.blogspot.com/feeds/3628015643344217853/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4689433588497772569&amp;postID=3628015643344217853' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4689433588497772569/posts/default/3628015643344217853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4689433588497772569/posts/default/3628015643344217853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnsundays.blogspot.com/2009/03/seven-deadly-sins.html' title='The seven deadly sins'/><author><name>João Bimbato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04710931983326888594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L4Pikwq_020/SbLLYXXX_uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/K7RM5hK2y0s/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4689433588497772569.post-7825268354244048163</id><published>2009-03-12T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T14:36:10.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There is a popular saying in English that goes like this: "All work no play has made Jack a dull boy."&lt;br /&gt;This band called "Casting Crowns" reformulated it and made it like this: "All work no play may have made Jack a dull boy, but all work no God has left Jack with a lost soul." I love the way they rewrote it because it is so true! What are people's objectives nowadays? All they want is money, fame or maybe not that, but financial stability and social status. Don't think that I have never desired such things, but what I am questioning here is people's putting these things in the first place. There are more important things in life than money and success and currently people seem to have forgotten that. How many children grow without the presence of their parents because they're working? How many felons would've been avoided if only their parents had been around and supportive? This is hard to get nowadays. The other day, I was talking to two guys telling them that when I was little I used to watch the news with my father because that's what he used to tell me when I asked him to play with me. He would say, "We'll play after the news" and I would lie down and watch the news on TV. After watching them, he would play with me. How startled was I when both of these guys said at the same time, "my father never played with me." It is so incredible... but it is real. And it has been more and more real over the past years. But most of all, parents work a lot and teach their kids to do the same. I am not saying here, dear reader, that people should not work, but that it should not be their number one priority. After kids become adults, they will go on to live empty lives and wil do same to their kids as their parents did to them. Think about it... life is much more worthy than money.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4689433588497772569-7825268354244048163?l=johnsundays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnsundays.blogspot.com/feeds/7825268354244048163/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4689433588497772569&amp;postID=7825268354244048163' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4689433588497772569/posts/default/7825268354244048163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4689433588497772569/posts/default/7825268354244048163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnsundays.blogspot.com/2009/03/there-is-popular-saying-in-english-that.html' title=''/><author><name>João Bimbato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04710931983326888594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L4Pikwq_020/SbLLYXXX_uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/K7RM5hK2y0s/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4689433588497772569.post-8709828063127560685</id><published>2009-03-10T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T13:04:30.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>People and their bad manners...</title><content type='html'>You know when you run into someone you know and that person doesnt even pay attention to you? Sometimes it is someone you had longed to see and really missed or maybe just someone you know from a certain place. You wave at them or try to call their attention to at least have them say hi, but then they look at you and walk by or turn their faces. I've got this kind of behavior so many times that I dont care to count. That's when you see how false people are and how ridiculous they can be...&lt;br /&gt;But one might say people do that because they dont see you sometimes or they have bad days sometimes. Well, i do agree with that... but the most terrible thing is when it is clear that someone pretends they didnt see you. You can get it when the person is about to walk by you and then you say "John, how are you?". And then all of a sudden, the person puts up a 'friendly' smile and and looks at you really quickly and not in the natural way when you see someone, those fractions of seconds that you take to recognize the person's face and starts to talk to you. That kills me because then it becomes obivous that the person DID see you but resolved not to talk to you. I think that from the moment you walk out your house, your social life starts and it doesnt matter if you are having a bad day... at least be polite and say hello to people you know when you run into them. Dont be a jerk...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4689433588497772569-8709828063127560685?l=johnsundays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnsundays.blogspot.com/feeds/8709828063127560685/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4689433588497772569&amp;postID=8709828063127560685' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4689433588497772569/posts/default/8709828063127560685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4689433588497772569/posts/default/8709828063127560685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnsundays.blogspot.com/2009/03/people-and-their-bad-manners.html' title='People and their bad manners...'/><author><name>João Bimbato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04710931983326888594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L4Pikwq_020/SbLLYXXX_uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/K7RM5hK2y0s/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4689433588497772569.post-3909714719301417966</id><published>2009-03-07T10:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T11:26:07.688-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome!</title><content type='html'>Dear reader,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoever and wherever you are, welcome to my blog! It's a space I have created to write what's on my mind and to let people know what I think about several subjects. My opinions, however, may not be shared by many, but who cares? 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