After 8 months of enjoying the Livejournal experience, I migrated to Blogspot and Wordpress simultaneously for the next few months. Almost 4 months after giving up on Livejournal, I was lost in the blogosphere. I jumped from one blogging host to another, trying to satisfy myself and to settle in one blogging hub for good. Tough luck for me, I ended up deleting every single blog that I created on each of my Wordpress and Blogspot accounts. I tried Tumblr, too. So far, I am enjoying the Tumblr experience, and I figured that it is the best medium for me to express myself without being too verbose or loquacious. Resorting to photo-publishing and quoting is better during the times when I am too bored to compose a detailed entry.

Now that I am composing a brand new entry in Livejournal, I truly feel at home. Writing, rather typing, this entry at this very moment, I notice my fingers itching to touch the keyboard letters. Having said this, I can attest that Livejournal suits me the best.

Expect newer and better quality entries in Livejournal from me. It is true what they say, "home is where the heart is". And after a 4-month "soul searching", my heart led me back to LJ. To the new readers, you may leave a comment on any of my posts regardless if you have LJ accounts or not. to the returning readers, thank you. :)

I have not posted an entry here for a month now, have I? In spite of the effort that I am currently making to update this site, this entry will be very brief.

I would just like to thank the readers of this site. There are only a few people who leaves a comment on my entries and they are the same people which I interact with almost regularly. Despite this, I reckon that some people read my entries but they do not leave a comment. I have nothing against you, people; I still want to thank you for the time you spared just to read my blog. I am sure that some of you might be sick of my rants and random musings. Hahaha! Oh, and the overuse of my cyber laugh, too.

I have achieved certain milestones in my life, too. Because I was too busy with Summer classes and also due to my current liking for Blogspot, I was not able to post them here. First, I will be an Organizational Communication student soon. I have passed the sets of exam and the interview even if I initially thought that I would not qualify for the degree program. Second, I saw my name on the list of _______________ . Whatever the list may be, I will leave it up to your imagination. I am not the type of person who brags about things, but I still want to express my joy for being part of that list.

I have a new puppy, too. His name is Ricky, named after the recent boxer whom Pacquiao defeated, Ricky Hatton. Other than my puppy's stout stature, he has no similarities with Hatton; my father just suggested his name out of the blue. The name "Ricky" has a nice ring on it, though.

There, that is just about the things that I would like to share. If my ardor for writing sparks by the succeeding week, given that I am not busy, I will post an entry here.

• The adolescent is newly concerned with how they appear to others.
• Ego identity is the accrued confidence that the inner sameness and continuity prepared in the past are matched by the sameness and continuity of one's meaning for others, as evidenced in the promise of a career.
• The inability to settle on a school or occupational identity is disturbing.

Originally, the question should be "Can one man change the world?" Since a lot of us in class have contributed our answers beforehand, Sir Jireh seemed to be overwhelmed with our cooperative responses that he added a follow-up question, which is the question featured in this journal entry. However, during our last Math 11 session a few weeks ago, Sir Jireh told the class that for our block section, he'd rather prefer if we would just answer the follow-up question. Realizing that I only have to answer one question,  I slacked off. I believe that being laidback is okay just as long as I accomplish all of my tasks before the deadline, which leads me to what I am doing now.

Should the world change?
 
Though the question appears brief, its context is very vague. First and foremost, where does the word "change" attribute to? Physical change? Technological change? Change in pace? Apparently, one has to focus on one or two aspects of change before supplying an answer to the question. But let's disregard its vagueness and look at the word "change" as a representation of all the changes and transformations in and of the world.

Should the world change?

Definitely. True, staying in one phase may reduce any upcoming possibilities of crime or famine but in reality, when we stick to the concept that the world should not change, newfound information and discoveries would be wastily bottled up. What's the use of education if the world actually stops turning? To study history and the past? Pfft. Come on, why even study history when we cannot do anything about the future? Why would we even bother to learn new things if we only want to be aware of things that would never change?

On the lighter side, If the world does not change, no new sources of conflict or tragedy would rise among men. For example, if there weren't cars, cases of hit-and-run will be much less and even the usage of yhe oh-so-expensive petroleum will be constrained. However, if there weren't any cars, means of transportation would be difficult. Of course, we wouldn't want to burden ourselves. After all, we were given minds to come up with things that would not only benefit ourselves but also our fellow men, intended or not.

But you see, whichever response we supply for this answer, one thing is certain: whether we like it or not, the world would definitely change---our surroundings, the technology, our community, then down to the most basic unit, us. Like what they say, "the only thing constant in this world is change".
 

My Mother

Medienne Isabelle M. Castillon
 

For such a long time, she has been enduring

Her conscientious character, I secretly find alluring

Bits of her own happiness, she often forfeited

In all her roles, in all her tasks, she is always committed

 

During her tender years, she had so much to bear

Raised in a less fortunate world, she had old clothes to wear

She sold bread, she washed clothes---she strived so hard

And she did all these, expecting for no reward

 

Her parents and siblings were all she ever thought about

She devoted all her life and love to them, no doubt

She endeavored to flourish their lives, and so she did

A better life has always been her dream since she was a kid

 

A wife she became, and later a mother

To her, serving them all their needs was never a bother

To her husband, she is very devoted and cooperative

To her two children, she is very encouraging and supportive

 

Unknown to her, I admired all these deeds she made

All these years, her earnestness never seemed to fade

She remained responsible and hardworking all her life

With her willpower, she surpassed all obstacles and strife!

 

I differ greatly from her; she differs greatly from me

Never was I responsible at home, and I guess I never will be

She’s thoughtful with gifts while I don’t give out any

She has conservative values while mine are quite uncanny

 

But set aside the differences and you’ll eventually see,

That in a lot of ways, she has always been a part of me

Though I, Medienne Isabelle, might not be as strong as her,