<?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-5338034474427411534</id><updated>2012-01-22T01:00:17.289-08:00</updated><category term='stop signs of life'/><category term='baby'/><category term='Samantha Gautama'/><title type='text'>Stop Signs of Life</title><subtitle type='html'>This is a simple blog, with simple words.
It's not about the journey, it's about the STOP SIGNS OF LIFE</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ygautama.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5338034474427411534/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ygautama.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Stop Signs of Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16378491420873067035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T0H1k5fHoxQ/SwSQU7rgB6I/AAAAAAAAAUw/KxUEAR2cye0/S220/Me+%5E_%5E.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5338034474427411534.post-9130304180755057791</id><published>2009-12-14T13:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T16:56:24.432-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trial and Error</title><content type='html'>These last two weeks, my creative brain has been challenged. When I left Vancouver I had a big goal in mind and plans on how to use my 4 months 'sabbatical' period. Sadly, not much has been accomplished during this time and my 4 months period is almost up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today, I start reconnecting with my creativity side and decided to paint (using photoshop of course). While it's not the greatest picture, I am quite proud of it - considering it's my first try. And yes, i got some pointers from internet (although the guy made it sound sooo easy &gt;_&lt;). So, here it is. If you have any suggestion or input regarding how to learn to draw, please let me know. Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T0H1k5fHoxQ/SybeLbxnUQI/AAAAAAAAAZE/J9QwsBwKg4A/s1600-h/trialanderror.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 327px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T0H1k5fHoxQ/SybeLbxnUQI/AAAAAAAAAZE/J9QwsBwKg4A/s400/trialanderror.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415259889975382274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T0H1k5fHoxQ/Sya8M5dle8I/AAAAAAAAAYk/dmt7Llg6gXI/s1600-h/trialanderror.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5338034474427411534-9130304180755057791?l=ygautama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ygautama.blogspot.com/feeds/9130304180755057791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5338034474427411534&amp;postID=9130304180755057791' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5338034474427411534/posts/default/9130304180755057791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5338034474427411534/posts/default/9130304180755057791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ygautama.blogspot.com/2009/12/trial-and-error.html' title='Trial and Error'/><author><name>Stop Signs of Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16378491420873067035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T0H1k5fHoxQ/SwSQU7rgB6I/AAAAAAAAAUw/KxUEAR2cye0/S220/Me+%5E_%5E.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T0H1k5fHoxQ/SybeLbxnUQI/AAAAAAAAAZE/J9QwsBwKg4A/s72-c/trialanderror.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5338034474427411534.post-1943422913686549611</id><published>2009-12-05T09:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T09:41:40.112-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Safe in Her Home</title><content type='html'>I had a little chat with my brother yesterday and he told me that the baby is now home and safe. He shared that the baby is restless when she was in the hospital but calm and happy when she is finally home. Wow... even a baby can tell when she is home. I guess that's why God created a family, so that a baby can have a place to call home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, home sweet home, my little niece.... Can't wait to see you in person. ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5338034474427411534-1943422913686549611?l=ygautama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ygautama.blogspot.com/feeds/1943422913686549611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5338034474427411534&amp;postID=1943422913686549611' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5338034474427411534/posts/default/1943422913686549611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5338034474427411534/posts/default/1943422913686549611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ygautama.blogspot.com/2009/12/safe-in-her-home.html' title='Safe in Her Home'/><author><name>Stop Signs of Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16378491420873067035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T0H1k5fHoxQ/SwSQU7rgB6I/AAAAAAAAAUw/KxUEAR2cye0/S220/Me+%5E_%5E.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5338034474427411534.post-986342688299706508</id><published>2009-12-02T20:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T20:31:29.360-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stop signs of life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Samantha Gautama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>A Newborn Niece!!!</title><content type='html'>Okay, I created this blog with great ideas in mind, but apparently couldn't follow through with it. So, I haven't wrote anything about stop signs in my life not because there aren't any lately, but because I got too many that I got distracted from time to time. Well, this time, it's a little bit different. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A news came to us two days ago and it was big enough to make me stop and simply amazed for these last 2 days. It's a big stop sign, but a very beautiful one. Yes, my brother and his wife just gave a birth to a beautiful baby girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is a tiny infant, yet, my whole family seems to evolve around her. Seeing her is just simply breathtaking. Vulnerable and powerless as she is, she forces us to see the world from a different point of view - a world of hope and joy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5338034474427411534-986342688299706508?l=ygautama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ygautama.blogspot.com/feeds/986342688299706508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5338034474427411534&amp;postID=986342688299706508' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5338034474427411534/posts/default/986342688299706508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5338034474427411534/posts/default/986342688299706508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ygautama.blogspot.com/2009/12/newborn-niece.html' title='A Newborn Niece!!!'/><author><name>Stop Signs of Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16378491420873067035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T0H1k5fHoxQ/SwSQU7rgB6I/AAAAAAAAAUw/KxUEAR2cye0/S220/Me+%5E_%5E.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5338034474427411534.post-4434873202785913613</id><published>2008-11-02T13:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T13:51:51.365-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Should I Smile?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0H1k5fHoxQ/SQ4gQj6F8jI/AAAAAAAAAAg/0yubKFBDF8E/s1600-h/smile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 192px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0H1k5fHoxQ/SQ4gQj6F8jI/AAAAAAAAAAg/0yubKFBDF8E/s320/smile.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264180483331584562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; color: rgb(31, 73, 125); text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; color: rgb(31, 73, 125); text-align: center;"&gt;When the storm is my only scene&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; color: rgb(31, 73, 125); text-align: center;"&gt;When the rainbow is out of sight&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; color: rgb(31, 73, 125); text-align: center;"&gt;When the world gets darker&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; color: rgb(31, 73, 125); text-align: center;"&gt;When I become smaller&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; color: rgb(31, 73, 125); text-align: center;"&gt;Should I smile?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; color: rgb(31, 73, 125); text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; color: rgb(31, 73, 125); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; color: rgb(31, 73, 125); text-align: center;"&gt;When wrong is right&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; color: rgb(31, 73, 125); text-align: center;"&gt;When unfairness is just&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; color: rgb(31, 73, 125); text-align: center;"&gt;When money is everything&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; color: rgb(31, 73, 125); text-align: center;"&gt;When I am nothing&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; color: rgb(31, 73, 125); text-align: center;"&gt;Should I smile?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; color: rgb(31, 73, 125); text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; color: rgb(31, 73, 125); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; color: rgb(31, 73, 125); text-align: center;"&gt;When I ask for something&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; color: rgb(31, 73, 125); text-align: center;"&gt;And got nothing,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; color: rgb(31, 73, 125); text-align: center;"&gt;When I run away from life&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; color: rgb(31, 73, 125); text-align: center;"&gt;And got chased down by its pressure,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; color: rgb(31, 73, 125); text-align: center;"&gt;Should I smile?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; color: rgb(31, 73, 125); text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; color: rgb(31, 73, 125); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; color: rgb(31, 73, 125); text-align: center;"&gt;Life is short, yes I know&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; color: rgb(31, 73, 125); text-align: center;"&gt;Rose is pretty, that I agree&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; color: rgb(31, 73, 125); text-align: center;"&gt;But if you were in my shoe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; color: rgb(31, 73, 125); text-align: center;"&gt;Would you still smile?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; color: rgb(31, 73, 125); text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; color: rgb(31, 73, 125); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; color: rgb(31, 73, 125); text-align: center;"&gt;Humans are interesting, you see&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; color: rgb(31, 73, 125); text-align: center;"&gt;When they cry, they hate themselves&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; color: rgb(31, 73, 125); text-align: center;"&gt;But when they can’t cry, they pity themselves&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; color: rgb(31, 73, 125); text-align: center;"&gt;When they are depressed, they want to kill themselves&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; color: rgb(31, 73, 125); text-align: center;"&gt;But when they face death, they hold on tight to their dreams&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; color: rgb(31, 73, 125); text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; color: rgb(31, 73, 125); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; color: rgb(31, 73, 125); text-align: center;"&gt;Should I smile?.... I ask myself&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; color: rgb(31, 73, 125); text-align: center;"&gt;Should I smile?.... I ask the world&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; color: rgb(31, 73, 125); text-align: center;"&gt;One thing I know...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; color: rgb(31, 73, 125); text-align: center;"&gt;I would never give up my smile.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5338034474427411534-4434873202785913613?l=ygautama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ygautama.blogspot.com/feeds/4434873202785913613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5338034474427411534&amp;postID=4434873202785913613' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5338034474427411534/posts/default/4434873202785913613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5338034474427411534/posts/default/4434873202785913613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ygautama.blogspot.com/2008/11/should-i-smile.html' title='Should I Smile?'/><author><name>Stop Signs of Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16378491420873067035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T0H1k5fHoxQ/SwSQU7rgB6I/AAAAAAAAAUw/KxUEAR2cye0/S220/Me+%5E_%5E.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0H1k5fHoxQ/SQ4gQj6F8jI/AAAAAAAAAAg/0yubKFBDF8E/s72-c/smile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5338034474427411534.post-7274302698077538825</id><published>2008-11-02T12:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T17:56:38.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop Signs of Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T0H1k5fHoxQ/SQ4MJux4CMI/AAAAAAAAAAY/5nCrs6hpkUg/s1600-h/Stop+sign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 153px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T0H1k5fHoxQ/SQ4MJux4CMI/AAAAAAAAAAY/5nCrs6hpkUg/s320/Stop+sign.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264158375758268610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Life is interesting&lt;br /&gt;When we look back, years seem to fly by so quickly&lt;br /&gt;When we look forward, weekend seems so far away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People say to stop and smell the rose,&lt;br /&gt;Bible says God created the world for 6 days and rested on the 7th day.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about you,&lt;br /&gt;But it works out for me just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see....&lt;br /&gt;Life has its own stop signs.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it happens according to our plan,&lt;br /&gt;That's what we call a vacation.&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes it happens very sudden,&lt;br /&gt;That's what we call an accident.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it lures you into it,&lt;br /&gt;That's what we call an escape.&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes it forces you to follow it,&lt;br /&gt;That's what we call a challenge.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it is filled with events,&lt;br /&gt;That's what we call a celebration.&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes it is still and quiet,&lt;br /&gt;That's what we call a rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what kind of stop signs life has for you,&lt;br /&gt;It is designed to make you ready for your next journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a simple blog&lt;br /&gt;With simple words&lt;br /&gt;It's not about the destination&lt;br /&gt;It's about the STOP SIGNS OF LIFE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5338034474427411534-7274302698077538825?l=ygautama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ygautama.blogspot.com/feeds/7274302698077538825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5338034474427411534&amp;postID=7274302698077538825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5338034474427411534/posts/default/7274302698077538825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5338034474427411534/posts/default/7274302698077538825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ygautama.blogspot.com/2008/11/stop-signs-of-life.html' title='Stop Signs of Life'/><author><name>Stop Signs of Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16378491420873067035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T0H1k5fHoxQ/SwSQU7rgB6I/AAAAAAAAAUw/KxUEAR2cye0/S220/Me+%5E_%5E.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T0H1k5fHoxQ/SQ4MJux4CMI/AAAAAAAAAAY/5nCrs6hpkUg/s72-c/Stop+sign.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
