<?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-355422574451345924</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:41:57.033-08:00</updated><category term='chat'/><category term='unstoppable'/><category term='lifetime'/><category term='goal-setting'/><title type='text'>Lecciones de un perigrino</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sojourner-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355422574451345924/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sojourner-truth.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Capucchina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13336814305188104368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zfRGDMghOuE/TLd82wBzFwI/AAAAAAAAAJw/H_U5nd5pdeA/S220/Image013.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-355422574451345924.post-3464522252021240375</id><published>2011-05-11T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T08:37:05.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Those short 40 years for Tyo Fangs</title><content type='html'>Clear, still, in my mind the vision of my uncle. Dead in his coffins. He was a middle aged man. Just a few years younger than I was when he decided to settle down. The last time I saw him, he was still a vigorous middle-aged man. Quite bloated because of his kidney problem. But still strong. Muscular. I thought: He rules the world. Even at that point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the next time I saw him. Dead in his coffin. With the marker from St. Peter's funeral that he lived till his mid-40's. And I recalled all those years asking myself: what went on in his life? What did he do in those 40+ short years. I recalled his visit to our house. Usually, cuddling his brood of three. I recalled how barely he expresses himself. How barely he talks. Maybe for lack of things to say. Maybe for lack of sense in his words. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was a tito to me. Tiyo Fangs to my other cousins. But we were barely acquainted except by that trace of blood in our veins. And yet, I ask: If one's life can be contained in those short 40+ years, how would one intend to have it filled? How would one intend to spend all those 40+ short years?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I tell myself:  What do you value dear? What do you want to have that you don't have yet? What is it that would complete this life to you? And I say to myself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A husband and a family of your own? Maybe so. T'will make a lot of difference. Although it goes with all the responsibilities that I may not be ready to face yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A significant literary output? For sure, it will. You would want your voice to linger in time. You want to transcend mortality with your words. Deep in your heart, it maybe it. That maybe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A career in journalism? A career in stem cell research? You would have wanted that. But it's now too late (or is it?) to aspire for that. Had you been raised in a more affluent background with better role models, it would have been possible. But that wasn't the case. You were raised in a lower middle class background. With people around you thinking mostly about how to earn a living. With people around you minding quarrels instead of ideas, etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so you spent most of your mid-20's to late 20's finding out what you are, what the world has in strore for you. That is: exploring rather than building a career. Learning rather than actually performing. So you end up, right now, quite behind most others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now you know, you would have wanted to fast track. And the good thing is: You also know how to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And  in the end you tell yourself: Given what you have and what you don't have, what matters is how well you lived this life. How well you did your best in whatever was presented to you in this life. That is just what it's all about. To life, you say: Bring it on! And like some rock star, let's roll to its beat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here we go, where to start. Start, first and foremost by:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. transcending your usual habits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's project number 1 for you. Which starts now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/355422574451345924-3464522252021240375?l=sojourner-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sojourner-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/3464522252021240375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sojourner-truth.blogspot.com/2011/05/those-short-40-years-for-tyo-fangs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355422574451345924/posts/default/3464522252021240375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355422574451345924/posts/default/3464522252021240375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sojourner-truth.blogspot.com/2011/05/those-short-40-years-for-tyo-fangs.html' title='Those short 40 years for Tyo Fangs'/><author><name>Capucchina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13336814305188104368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zfRGDMghOuE/TLd82wBzFwI/AAAAAAAAAJw/H_U5nd5pdeA/S220/Image013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-355422574451345924.post-7093452279214083318</id><published>2011-04-21T05:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T05:46:12.044-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lifetime'/><title type='text'>A lifetime</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;A lifetime&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While you were viewing his body, shoe-less, sock-less, you thought he was once a young man. Strong. Rather powerful. You traced back the time when he was about your age. Already married. While then, you were just a highschooler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you thought: What's the best way to spend a lifetime? Other than be true to oneself? Other than to pursue a meaningful endeavor? And to you, it's no other than: writing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't it be nice to leave books behind? You're gone and yet your voice lingers. Your voice lingers in the walls of libraries, of shelves. As if you were gone, and you are gone, but not really gone. Your legacy's preserved in the voice that lingers in the pages of the books. But only when you thought well and wrote well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep on it. Make it a habit. Don't stop. When you stop, your life stops with you. And you wouldn't allow that. Now you know how much abundance there is. How much beauty there is. It will be such a waste. And you are gifted. You wouldn't allow it. You were blessed. So give back by performing. By  doing well. You owe it to the Universe.  To yourself. To be the best person that you can be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/355422574451345924-7093452279214083318?l=sojourner-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sojourner-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/7093452279214083318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sojourner-truth.blogspot.com/2011/04/lifetime.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355422574451345924/posts/default/7093452279214083318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355422574451345924/posts/default/7093452279214083318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sojourner-truth.blogspot.com/2011/04/lifetime.html' title='A lifetime'/><author><name>Capucchina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13336814305188104368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zfRGDMghOuE/TLd82wBzFwI/AAAAAAAAAJw/H_U5nd5pdeA/S220/Image013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-355422574451345924.post-6339261825200444275</id><published>2011-04-07T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T00:59:12.483-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unstoppable'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goal-setting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chat'/><title type='text'>First lessons</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Online mentoring&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The virtual community is replete with opportunities for learning. The chance for interactivity that is provided for in chat gives one opportunities to co-create a certain reality. This reality also allows for the co-authorship of one's lived online experience or narrative. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dare to transcend the self&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As always, pushing one's limits would allow for transcending the current situationality of the self. Dare to transcend one's usual roles, habits, dispositions and tendencies. In that manner can one realise the potentials of one's self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setting of goals is one way by which we can surpass the current modalities we're currently in. Goals stretched us. They pushed us. They allow for the transcendence of the self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes Dear, you are only competing against yourself. So compete well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Unstoppable&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd rather be unstoppable. With each minutes and hours of your day surging with energy! Supercharge the day and be unstoppable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/355422574451345924-6339261825200444275?l=sojourner-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sojourner-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/6339261825200444275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sojourner-truth.blogspot.com/2011/04/outline.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355422574451345924/posts/default/6339261825200444275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355422574451345924/posts/default/6339261825200444275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sojourner-truth.blogspot.com/2011/04/outline.html' title='First lessons'/><author><name>Capucchina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13336814305188104368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zfRGDMghOuE/TLd82wBzFwI/AAAAAAAAAJw/H_U5nd5pdeA/S220/Image013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
