Archive | March 2012

Farewell..

Every day I shall put my papers in order and every day I shall say farewell. And the real farewell, when it comes, will only be a small outward confirmation of what has been accomplished within me from day to day.

_Etty Hellisum_ (This quote inspired me a alot.. ))))

Learning ICT was a very difficult thing for me.. As I took this subject, our instructor required us to have a number of blogs. And I feel so anxious about what to write and thinking some ideas. I always got an absences in this subject but I  felt remorse because of missing some meetings and the topics being introduce to us. But then in the middle of our classes within this subject our instructor told us to make our own website which is the HTML. OHHMEEGEEEd.. I never expected that we have to come up with this topic.. But then I tried my very best just to make my own HTML and just for me to learn  making a website on my own.
As what I have been experienced in this subject, I can therefore conclude that making HTML was totally difficult rather than blogging. And why do I say so???.. well, simply because it takes a lot of time and effort just to derived an excellent outcomes. You have to think and choose some designs that best fits for your website. But inspite of that, my heartfelt thanks to Maam Jackie for her patience and perseverance  just to teach us well and shared her ideas and knowledge to feed us.
Ma’am thank you so much that you are one of our teacher in this semester. We have learned a lot from you. GOD BLESS!!!!! 🙂
This entry was posted on March 31, 2012. 2 Comments

My new close friend..

I  considered the girl beside me as my new close friend this second sem. in my second year existence in MUST because we achieved the same likes and interest when it comes to things, and many other. ;)) She always accompany me and She’s also a better companion. We always go and and having fun and have some trip.. hehe..

I really like her as friend because she understand and give me a good advice when it comes to studies, love, and relationship. She always look the best of me and trying to encourage me. To you Angelie.. Thank you for being such a nice friend to me.. :)))

My profile.. <3

Hi..  I am Jujane Trajano Sagrado. I am from Timamana, Tubod, Surigao del Norte. I am currently leaving at Lapasan, Cagayan De Oro City. I am still young at the age of 18.. hehe. My friends called me in my real name. I studied Public Administration  as a regular student at Mindanao University of  Science and Technology. My friends describes me, sensitive and fragile. I easily get hurt at the slightest provocation. :))

I am the eldest daughter of  Mr. and Mrs. Ramonito Sagrado,Jr. I only have one sister and she is also pursuing her studies in MUST taking up BS in Electrical Engineering. My outlook in life is to finish my study and find stable job at the same time. I also want to work abroad in order to acquire and make my dreams come true. I really want to give my Family a luxurious life and Provide everything they need. I want to let them experience the life of being a part of high class individuals. I do LOVE my family and Friends. They serve as my inspiration to go forward and face life as it is. And most of All I sincerely thanks to the ONE WHO MADE me for giving me much blessings, guidance and endless love. To you Oh LORD ..I surrender my all.

This entry was posted on March 12, 2012. 5 Comments

One last song

And when I say relationships, I mean the typical man/woman kind. No cite here but like 95% of songs I hear on the radio are about guys singing about girls, girls singing about guys, getting the opposite sex, losing them, longing for them, trying to forget them, etc. Can’t humanity think of other things to sing about?

Relationships are visions, but only illusions…

Okay, it’s a combination of two things IMO. One is the Dead Poets Society theory that language (and by extension, song) was invented to woo women (and by extension, men)

The other is the lowest common denominator. Artists make, and companies sell, songs about relationships because most people have had relationships, and so have a higher chance of relating to any one song about relationships. Any one person, even those with no musical taste, might like a song that’s not about a relationship, but only if they like the subject matter!

ETA but of course those with no taste mainly like songs about relationships because that’s all they’re exposed to because they don’t care enough about music to find anything else and are satisfied with their current selection of music. Love and relationship is a topic that’s important to people, particularly young people towards which many of these songs are geared.

For me, I love listening music. Through music I can express my emotions and feel like I am part of the songs that i am about to listen. It can sometimes ease the problems and pain that I feel.

Me and my cousin; the best photos!!!

 

 

 

This collection of photos reminds me about our bonding sessions with my cousin.. I love being with her. Everytime we’ve been together I used to have a self-confidence because she encourage me to stand up high and face people.. not to hide them. Sometimes we’ve got a little misunderstanding and arguing to some things. But, inspite of that we can easily settle and fixed our problems toward each other.

I am also thankful and blessed to have a cousin like her. Of all the cousins I have she was the only one who became close to me. She can understand me and accept me for who I am including the weird things about myself. We also have similarities when it comes to things and likes.She was the one I can lean on everytime I have a problem and someone who give me such piece of  advice.My cousin is the only person to whom I can share my problems and everything that I have been experiencing. I love my cousin and I really treasure her. :))

This entry was posted on March 12, 2012. 1 Comment

Happiness..

 

 

Even if happiness forgets you a little bit, never completely forget about it.  ~Jacques Prévert

If you want to be happy, be.  ~Leo Tolstoy

Happiness is never stopping to think if you are.  ~Palmer Sondreal

Most people would rather be certain they’re miserable, than risk being happy.  ~Robert Anthony

The best way to cheer yourself up is to try to cheer somebody else up.  ~Mark Twain

If only we’d stop trying to be happy we could have a pretty good time.  ~Edith Wharton

Happiness is excitement that has found a settling down place.  But there is always a little corner that keeps flapping around.  ~E.L. Konigsburg

Nobody really cares if you’re miserable, so you might as well be happy.  ~Cynthia Nelms

Happiness is always a by-product.  It is probably a matter of temperament, and for anything I know it may be glandular.  But it is not something that can be demanded from life, and if you are not happy you had better stop worrying about it and see what treasures you can pluck from your own brand of unhappiness.  ~Robertson Davies

Those who can laugh without cause have either found the true meaning of happiness or have gone stark raving mad.  ~Norm Papernick

Man is fond of counting his troubles, but he does not count his joys.  If he counted them up as he ought to, he would see that every lot has enough happiness provided for it.  ~Fyodor Dostoevsky

What a wonderful life I’ve had!  I only wish I’d realized it sooner.  ~Colette

The foolish man seeks happiness in the distance; the wise grows it under his feet.  ~James Openheim

Happiness often sneaks in through a door you didn’t know you left open.  ~John Barrymore

“Well,” said Pooh, “what I like best,” and then he had to stop and think.  Because although Eating Honey was a very good thing to do, there was a moment just before you began to eat it which was better than when you were, but he didn’t know what it was called.  ~A.A. Milne

People take different roads seeking fulfillment and happiness.  Just because they’re not on your road doesn’t mean they’ve gotten lost.  ~H. Jackson Brown

It’s pretty hard to tell what does bring happiness.  Poverty and wealth have both failed.  ~Frank McKinney “Kin” Hubbard

Happiness and sadness run parallel to each other.  When one takes a rest, the other one tends to take up the slack.  ~Hazelmarie Elliott (“Mattie”)

Often people attempt to live their lives backwards; they try to have more things, or more money, in order to do more of what they want, so they will be happier.  The way it actually works is the reverse.  You must first be who you really are, then do what you need to do, in order to have what you want.  ~Margaret Young

Indeed, man wishes to be happy even when he so lives as to make happiness impossible.  ~St. Augustine

Can anything be so elegant as to have few wants, and to serve them one’s self?  ~Ralph Waldo Emerson

There are two things to aim at in life:  first, to get what you want; and after that, to enjoy it.  Only the wisest of mankind achieve the second.  ~Logan Pearsall Smith, Afterthoughts, 1931

This is my “depressed stance.”  When you’re depressed, it makes a lot of difference how you stand.  The worst thing you can do is straighten up and hold your head high because then you’ll start to feel better.  If you’re going to get any joy out of being depressed, you’ve got to stand like this.  ~Charles M. Schulz

Faith in the Black Nazarene..

 

 

Filipino faith reaches a violent climax on January 9, when millions gather to pay homage to the Black Nazarene, the extraordinary sight I once witnessed at Plaza Miranda.

A solid mass of humanity awaits the image. Able-bodied men in white T-shirts are positioned in two long files, holding back with linked arms a multitude of men in maroon, devotees (mamamasan or shoulder-bearers) determined to help pull the image. The PA system warns bystanders to get out of the way, asks that mamamasan discard shoes and sandals, belts, buckles and keys as lethal weapons in the coming crush.

Church doors burst open and the Nazarene emerges on its carro, greeted by fireworks, a waving sea of lighted candles and pieces of white cloth, and thousands of throats shouting, “Viva.”

A pair of thick abaca ropes some hundred meters long in large loops is tied to the carro, a stout bar on forward ends. The idea is for runners to rush up between the whites, playing the ropes out the length of Plaza Miranda towards Villalobos Street; for the whites to grab the ropes and be the first set of mamamasan (“unang salang” or first-on-the-fire); and for whites to then yield the ropes to maroons and be procession marshals.

The scheme immediately goes awry as determined maroons surge forward in savage waves. The next 15-30 minutes are the most dangerous, when men are sometimes strangled by the flailing ropes or trampled in the melée. So coveted is the privilege of helping move the holy image.

Marshalls shove, shoulder, kick the fighting throng in place—meaning men packed along the ropes, tighter than sardines in a can, barely able to breathe and pressed in by others mightily trying to dislodge those already in place.

Most can stand the ordeal only briefly. The brute strength needed to come close to the carro or the ropes, even just to stay in place, is so great that many look half-conscious, propped up only by the press of other bodies. Anyone who wants out signals with an upraised arm (or a desperate look if he can’t) and marshals yank him out by force. On their own, marshals drag out the flagging. Someone faints and is pushed up and out over heads and helped down at the crowd’s edge. Anyone who slips under is lost, trampled by the feet of the relentless throng.

Like a monstrous writhing centipede, the procession lurches forward, swings left and then right on countless feet, stops, only to move again. Propelled by the uncontrolled momentum of its bearers, the carro of the Black Nazarene is flung hither and yon as the procession disappears from sight.

It is difficult not to be moved by the intense devotion, the faith of the mamamasan, many in their twenties. One wonders what great misfortune they have already overcome at that tender age, for what terrible sins they seek forgiveness, what unattainable goal they desire, what dire fate they pray to avoid, through the mercy of the Nazarene.