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L'art Du Déplacement

Parkour (sometimes abbreviated to PK) or l'art du déplacement (English: the art of movement) is an activity with the aim of moving from one point to another as efficiently and quickly as possible, using principally the abilities of the human body. It is meant to help one overcome obstacles, which can be anything in the surrounding environment—from branches and rocks to rails and concrete walls—and can be practiced in both rural and urban areas. Parkour practitioners are referred to as traceurs, or traceuses for females.

Founded by David Belle in France, parkour focuses on practicing efficient movements to develop one's body and mind to be able to overcome obstacles in an emergency.

Parkour is a physical activity that is difficult to categorize. Often miscategorized as a sport or an extreme sport, parkour has no set of rules, team work, formal hierarchy, or competitiveness. It is an art or discipline that resembles self-defense in the ancient martial arts. According to David Belle, "the physical aspect of parkour is getting over all the obstacles in your path as you would in an emergency. You want to move in such a way, with any movement, as to help you gain the most ground on someone or something, whether escaping from it or chasing toward it." Thus, when faced with a hostile confrontation with a person, one will be able to speak, fight, or flee. As martial arts are a form of training for the fight, parkour is a form of training for the flight. Because of its unique nature, it is often said that parkour is in its own category.

A characteristic of parkour is efficiency. Practitioners move not only as fast as they can, but also in the most direct and efficient way possible; a characteristic that distinguishes it from the similar practice of free running, which places more emphasis on freedom of movement, such as acrobatics. Efficiency also involves avoiding injuries, short and long-term, part of why parkour's unofficial motto is être et durer (to be and to last). Those who are skilled at this activity normally have an extremely keen spatial awareness (a.k.a. air sense).

Traceurs say that parkour also influences one's thought process by enhancing self-confidence and critical-thinking skills that allow one to overcome everyday physical and mental obstacles. A study by Neuropsychiatrie de l'Enfance et de l'Adolescence in France reflects that traceurs seek for more sensation and leadership than gymnastic practitioners.

- Source: Wikipedia - The Free Online Encyclopedia

Brief History of Pangasinan National High School

The name Pangasinan National High School, the Alma Mater of thousands of illustrious men and women, evolved from very colorful educational, political and economic scenarios of the past. Organized in 1908 and supported by the provincial government, it admitted fifth grade to first year students in rented buildings at the heart of Lingayen, the capital town. Being the first provincial school of the biggest province of Luzon, it was initially named Pangasinan High School when increased high school enrollment in the multi-grade classes paved the way to its separation from elementary school in 1920. Then in 1926 through 1927, continuing changes took effect again changing the name to Pangasinan Academic High School for the academically inclined and giving birth to Pangasinan Vocational High School for the vocationally inclined, both as autonomous units.

The recession in 1930 aggravated by frequent typhoons which resulted to poor harvest and consequently lesser enrollments forced the fusion of the Pangasinan Academic High School and the Pangasinan Vocational High School to form the Pangasinan Secondary School, the third name shift in 1935 through 1936.

Forming the first bulk of the teaching force were the recruited Americans from the Occupation Army during the Fil-American War and volunteers who arrived via the USS Thomas. In 1913, thirteen graduates proudly marched in the very first graduation rites.

After the leave of absence in 1938 by Mr. Arthur Allison, the last American principal, (preceded by Messrs. Hare, Heidenrich, Abada, Wullenburg and Blackledge), Mr. Juan C. Manuel followed by Mr. Ricardo Ortega as OIC and Mr. Eufronio Malonzo, 1938 appointed principal, took charge of the school.

In 1940, the Pangasinan Secondary School was reverted into two independent units. Pangasinan High School and the Pangasinan Trade School.

During World War II, Pangasinan High School closed its doors and re-opened in January 1945 and was renamed Pangasinan Provincial High School until 1969 after which became Pangasinan National High School by virtue of a national legislation.

Postwar principal included Messrs. Eduardo Edralin, Angel Fermo and Fermin Montano. Since 1952, women who had been principal were: Miss Carmen dela Cruz (1952-1967); Mrs. Rolendia S. Edralin (1967-1973); Mrs. Adoracion R. Ramos (1974-1984); Miss Beatriz D. Cruz (1984-1988); Mrs. Natividad A. Cruz, OIC (1988-1989); Mrs. Juliana B. Laoag (1989-1995); and Dr. Lolita R. Salomon (1995 to 2004); Mrs. Zenaida T. Cervantes (2004-2006); Dr. Aurora C. Micu (2007 to present).

At ODDS - Chapter 4

Chapter 4
BURYING THE HATCHET

It was three in the morning. Jay silently slipped into her office without anyone watching. With her was a large box and a few sheets of packing styrofoam. She quickly started to empty her desk. She knew what she was to do. She already planned to resign. That way, there would be no strain between the hospital's board and the doctors.
It was a coup on the part of the board. That group of filthy rich men and women who did not give a damn about the dying man in room 199, or the comatose woman in 407. Neither did they give a hint of concern over the contents of the morgue. All these people wanted twas to have a wing on their name, or to be granted the title as the most generous philanthropist. They did not know a thing about raising the dead. As a matter of fact, that is what she did to Gary Marin. He was clinically dead but she brought him back. She did this like Jesus Christ raised Lazarus. The only difference was Gary Marin can;t lift himself up and go home. He was in the ICU comatose.
She was in front of the computer monitor fixing the files she'd have to turn over to the next supposed General Surgeon. Yeah. This is the world of medicine. You are looked on as a god, but the slightest "error" would make you nothing more than the murderer in Alcatraz.
Part of her, however, was still a doctor. Someone who was to make sure there would be less suffering in the Earth. And resigning and going into god knows what occupation would do nothing to alleviate the pain she was trying hard to wipe away.
She paused in the middle of her work and felt the urge to go to the ICU. To see Gary Marin one last time. To see how he was doing. Even if the board had the local court issue a restraining order for her not to go near the room of Gary Marin.
Even then, She stood up and picked up her wits to go to see her last patient. She left the office and went to the elevator. Her mission was to see him and him the best of luck. Probably he'd hear her. Probably not.
She got out of the elevator and went to the ICU. There was no nurse at nurses' station. Good, she thought. She was lucky there was nobody there or else they would have to call the police. There were no guards posted at the doorway of Gary Marin's room either. She slipped into the doorway of the room. The lights were on and she heard voices. There must be someone aside form her patient.
She leaned closer to the opening and saw the burly body of Arnie at the bedside holding Gary's right hand. He was saying something but she couldn't quite hear. She moved closer to the door.
"I promised to give you everything. Now if I can only give back your life." He was crying. Yes, the mean Arnie Marin was crying. Pouring his sentiments. Talking to his comatose brother in the hope that he would speak again.
Jay was touched. He really must love his brother that much. As she heard from Dr. David, they were the only siblings.
Arnie looked like a father this time. He looked like he aged. In between the sobs, all she can comprehend was that he was blaming the world for this misfortune. And the doctor, too.
Jay was about to leave when she noticed something in the face of Gary Marin. Was it? Could it have been the twitching of his mimetic muscles? She thought she saw his lips move. And his cheek rise. Was it what she thought it was?
Arnie was not sobbing anymore but had his head rested on the lifeless hand. Just then Jay saw the lips move. He was coming to. She was unable to stop herself. She entered the room and approached the bedside. This action of course alerted Arnie. He stood up and was caught off guard. In any case he was ready to collar her when she spoke.
"Your brother's coming too." She said in the most cool tone she could muster.
Arnie was immobile. He was about to speak, probably cash at her again. But he stopped for he too noticed the twitching of the lips. His eyes stared at Jay with wonder as she attended to his brother. In a few minutes, there was a sound from his throat. Gary was trying to say something.
Jay took hold of the buzzer to call for nurses. In a few minutes there were half a dozen who helped Jay give the patient attention. Then as they were busy helping him gain consciousness, he said the word, "Arnie." Then his eyelids fluttered.

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At ODDS - Chapter 3

Chapter 3
Litigation

Jay was seated in the office of the hospital administrator, Dr. David. She was as hard as a rock. The administrator was an elderly doctor. He was once a Pediatrician but now retired to the confines of his clean and neatly furnished office to leave all the hospital work to younger more able generations of doctors.
"Jay." He started. "I'm terribly sorry this has to happen to you. In malpractice suits, the hospital and its board will give their all out support to the doctor being sued. But this case is very much different, Jay."
"How different?" Jay asked. Her voice was weak and strained.
"Jay, you see, although all the doctors here in the hospital agree that what happened to Gary Marin was beyond your control, the board won't budge."
"Why not?" Jay was pleading.
"Gary Marin's brother is a member of the board."
"What?" Jay was taken aback. "Since when?"
"Two weeks ago. Before this incident happened." Then Dr. David went on to elaborate that Arnie Marin owns the architectural firm, Visage and Facade INC. It is a firm he co-owns with another fellow architect, and the same firm which is to build the new hospital wing for free. It was then when he and his partner were made members of the board.
"Why weren't we informed about these changes?" Hay queried.
"It usually takes that long before we announce what has happened in the board. See, there is a lot of paperwork to accomplish before the thing is finally formal. Truth is, the paperwork was finished as of yesterday. He is a fully-pledged board member now."
Jay was still unable to hide her shock. She left the office of Dr. David in a trance.
She was in the parking lot when it happened. She was turning the key in the lock of the Range Rover when she saw a reflection of someone behind her on the dark tinted glass. It was arnie Marin. She turned around startled to face her opponent.
"So, you're jumpy today." Arnie Marin said in perfect sarcasm.
Jay was not able to respond. He really looked like he was going to kill her. His dagger-stabbing darkly outlined eyes, heavy brows, broad chest, muscular athletic build, squarish jaw, and to top to all that, a scar on his left cheek. It was one that ran along his jawline. It was not really ugly in fact it was a good prop on his face. I gave her the impression that he must have gotten this from one of the brawls he must have had. Probably a fraternity war. All in all he looked so gruesome now.
"See you in court, Doctor. I'll make sure you are to be squashed and suffer like a bug."
And with that short threat, Arnie Marin turned around and walked to his car. A big, black Jaguar convertible. She watched him move. He looked like a human tank. For the first time in her life, Hay was going to freak out. She was scared for her life. Here was a man with all the power and might in the world and she was up against him. She used to get into really bad skirmishes and got away fine. This time she knew she was indeed going to lose this war.

Ang Gabi, Ang Dagat, at Ang Pusong Nagdurusa

Ang dilim ng gabi'y nakikiramay
sa aking pagdadalamhati.
Ang mga tala at buwan
ay 'sing lungkot ng aking mga mata.
Ang hampas ng alon ay nakikisabay
sa aking pagdaing.
Ang karagatan nama'y siyang sumasalamin sa dilim.

Paano malilimutan
ang mapait na nagdaan?
Paano mapupukaw
ang masakit na karanasan?
Kung walang kukupkop
sa pusong nagdurusa.
Kung walang makikisama
sa nag-iisang kaluluwa.

-Yohann

Aftermath

My world was a bore
before you came into my life.
You changed it completely
much to my surprise.

No one ever made me laugh
quite the way you do.
You painted my skies,
make my sunshine too.

I thought it was love.
I thought it was you.
I thought we would watch
until the rainbows faded hue.

But as I look
at the rainbows today,
I was with no one
but the birds stray.

So, alone I sat
on out favorite rock
And silently watched
the troubled waves crash.

As water met soil
my teardrops fell
and blindly I stared
at the pale, risen moon.

- Yohann

Santa Claus, Are You For Reality?

Santa Claus, also known as Saint Nicholas, Father Christmas, Kris Kringle, or simply "Santa", is the ghost of Saint Nicholas who, in Western cultures, is described as bringing gifts on Christmas Eve or Christmas Day, or on his feast day, December 6. The legend may have its basis in hagiographical tales concerning the historical figure of Saint Nicholas.

The modern depiction of Santa Claus as a fat, jolly man (or gnome) wearing a red coat and trousers with white cuffs and collar, and black leather belt and boots, became popular in the United States in the 19th century due to the significant influence of caricaturist and political cartoonist Thomas Nast. This image has been maintained and reinforced through song, radio, television, and films. In the United Kingdom and Europe, his depiction is often identical to the American Santa, but he is commonly called Father Christmas.

One legend associated with Santa says that he lives in the far north, in a land of perpetual snow. The American version of Santa Claus lives at the North Pole, while Father Christmas is said to reside in Lapland. Other details include: that he is married and lives with Mrs. Claus; that he makes a list of children throughout the world, categorizing them according to their behavior; that he delivers presents, including toys, candy, and other presents to all of the good boys and girls in the world, and sometimes coal or sticks to the naughty children, in one night; and that he accomplishes this feat with the aid of magical elves who make the toys, and nine flying reindeer who pull his sleigh.

There has long been opposition to teaching children to believe in Santa Claus. Some Christians say the Santa tradition detracts from the religious origins and purpose of Christmas. Other critics feel that Santa Claus is an elaborate lie, and that it is unethical for parents to teach their children to believe in his existence. Still others oppose Santa Claus as a symbol of the commercialization of the Christmas holiday, or as an intrusion upon their own national traditions.

RJSDG

My ruined life was again rebuilt because of you. I never thought this feelings of mine for you will work. I thought it was just a simple crush, a puppy love, but it was not.
It started from nowhere. It came out so fast, as fast as a speeding bullet. I love the way you talk, your voice makes me melt. Your sweet taunts makes me fall in love for you more. I had this feeling three times before. But it came out just to be a steam. A sudden heat then afterward, a cool change.
I want you to be mine forever. But I don't know if it will happen. I always hear words from you saying, "hindi na ako babalik dito after ng graduation." I just took those as a joke. But if ever its real, I hope it's not.
Nobody knows what will happen in the future. I'll just prepare my self physically and emotionally whatever may happen in the future. For me to be able to cope with the scenes faster. And I won't be hurt so much.
I hope you'll never leave me. I hope so. I hope not. I'll just prepare everything if the time comes. I'll prepare my self to be left behind. :(

At ODDS - Chapter 2

Chapter 2
CONFRONTATION

Jay was leaving the hospital. She was tired, hungry and depressed. It was morning and nearly lunch time. The patient nearly died. If they hadn't been quick, they would've had lost him permanently. It was an embolism. A blood clot that had entered the bloodstream and eventually reached the lungs and blocking the air passage causing suffocation. Aside from that, fine clots accumulated in the blood vessel walls near the heart, blocking circulation.
The experience was harrowing for all of them in the Operating Room that night. Especially for her. She remembered she was about to give up when they had successfully revived the boy. He was still in a coma but otherwise was fine and under observation. All they needed was time. They were lucky that no clots entered the brain. If there were, there was a sure sign of brain damage. However, they were not still in the clear. The three minutes without circulation in the brain can impair the patient. They will not find out until he wakes up.
The head surgeon had arrived early in the morning and told her that she did her best.
If only there was something else she can do for the boy. She would do it. Right now, he was out of danger, but still in coma. Chuck assured her hat he would come to later. But for how long? Jay thought hard. He could wake up after two hours, two days, two months. When?
Jay was walking through the lobby of the hospital deep in her thoughts when a tall, muscular figure approached her. They man was walking towards her briskly. He had short cropped dark hair, dark gold skin and all in all, look gilded. He must be an athlete, Jay thought. He had a deep piercing look from his darkly outlined eyes and the look became intimidating because of his thick brows. Jay avoided the gaze.
As she neared him, she heard a deep, husky and strong voice call out in an angered tone, "Dr. Warren!"
She stopped. The man's loud voice even startled the nurses in the nearby nurses' station. They looked to see what was happening.
"Dr. Warren?" The man repeated.
"Yes?" Jay answered. The man was now in front of her. He looked more like a post than a person.
"If anything. Anything happens to my brother, I'll make sure you'll be buried!" The man's voice was filled with anger and hate. Hate towards her.
Jay though if taking the situation in stride. These things do happen in such cases and she had to get used to it. Aside from that, this man irritated her with his sudden show of arrogance.
"Look, mister. I did my best to save your brother. Had I known this would be the thanks I'll get, I should have left him alone." Jay answered vehemently. AS she finished her last syllable, she was about to walk past the man but his burly body blocked her. Instead he even pusher her towards the wall. The action shocked Jay and she wasn't able to react.
"Don't give me a shit." He released her from his grip as there was a convergence of nurses and orderliness nearing them. As she walked away, the group of nurses and orderlies parted to give him way.

What WE Make

Dagupan City National High School:

"We accept only WISE students."



Dominican School:

"We accept students who are GREAT."



Mother Goose School:

"We accept only the BEST students."



Saint Columbans' College:

"We accept only those who STUDY BEST."



Pangasinan National High School:

"We don't accept the BEST, GREAT or WISE students, WE MAKE THEM!"

At ODDS - Chapter 1

CHAPTER 1

EMERGENCY

When the plates were done, they did a wet reading. The only fractures were at the forearms and shin. That on the forearm was relatively simple. The ribs were intact. THere were no traces of bone splinters. And there was no fear of disrupted organs, only torn flesh and muscle tissues.
"Whai is his blood type?" Hay asked as they quicked wheeled the patient into the operating room from the ER.
"A.B." resonded the paramedic.
"Good. Anyone can be a donor then?" Jay was just trying to be positive. In the town, there was no blood bank. And blood was usually taken from the hospital's own reserve. The child's blood type meant that he could receive transfusion from persons other thank his own blood type and that meant less complication.
Since transfusion is not a simple process, doctors had to know the blood type of the individual because not all blood types are compatible with one another and the patient might end up dying if he were given the wrong type of blood during transfusion.
The boy's blood type was AB. It meant that he can receive unlimited amounts of blood from persons with all the other blood types - A, B, and O- without any adverse effects. And for this, Jay was glad. There were no possible complications and the operation would be relatively simple.
They were still tying to reach the head surgeon bu to no avail. Then the decision was made. Jay was to operate. She was tense. Chuck was there to give her moral support. He knew Jay very well. She was a blooming surgeon. Superb with her work and the bulk of the tension was due to the fact that she was operating without the head surgeon's blessing.
Once in the OR, everyone was set to work. First they had to deal with the compound fracture in the shin before they went to work on the fracture in the forearm. By now the boy was under a general anesthetic induced through inhalation. Chuck was monitoring the boy's blood pressure pulse and breathing. Before the introduction of the anesthetic, his pulse and breathing greatly improved. His blood pressure on the other hand was still the same - within normal levels.
When he was stabilized, Chuck gave the go signal for Jay to operate. In this situation, they didn't have any choice. Although Jay was specializing into General Surgery, she wasn't that experienced yet. But everyone in the hospital agreed - she was good. She had saved the life of a girl who was involved in a car crash once. Another time, she was able to see to it that a construction worker would get another chance at life. But all these operations were with the aid and guidance of the head surgeon.
This time she was helplessly alone. Just like the boy on the operating table. She took a deep breath, picked the scalpel from the hand of the nurse and made the incision on the leg. Spurts of blood sprayed on her and few drops landed on her gauze mask. Within a few minutes, the cut became a joyous crimson. Her objective was to make a large enough opening near the bones, manipulate these into place and secure them. She was glad there were no tiny bone splinters. If there were any these may get into the bloodstream and can cause damage to circulatory tissue. She was also to make sure the layers of pierced muscle were put back into their proper position or else there would be a muscle hernia.


She was careful as she was putting the bones into position. Her gloves were slippery due to fresh flow of blood. When she was able to put the tibia and fibula in place, she fixed the layers of muscle and made and made sure these were in their right insertions. Then she prepared to stitch the incision. After which she put a thin layer of gauze over the cut and started to put the cast.
When she was through with the leg, she proceeded to the forearm. As she was finishing off putting the cast Chuck called her attention.


"His breathing and pulse are changing." Then he paused slightly and looked at Jay with an unnamable look of expression. "blood pressure's dropping. His breathing's stopped." Chuck paused again for a short while before he gave the confirmation, "There's no heartbeat!" As Chuck said that, the distinct morose sound of the ECG went flat. The machine registered a flatline. The respirator was at this point no help to the boy's condition.
The Operating Room was plunged into deep panic as they tried to revive the boy using CPR. As Chuck was pushing down on the boy's chest, Jay got the defibrillator ready. When it was prepared, Chuck gave way to her. She put gel n the boy's chest and readied him for shock.
Jay tried to keep calm. She was terrified. She had been through this process before. But everytime it happened, she was tense. Chuck looked at her strenly. They exchanged glances. Holding the terminals, she called in a loud shaky voice, "CLEAR!"
She put the two terminals on the boy's chest and the shock's force lifted the now lifeless body.

At ODDS - Chapter 1

CHAPTER 1

EMERGENCY

"What kind of emergency is this?" She asked the receptionist who answered her call. "It is a riding accident." the receptionist answered. "A fourteen year old boy and his horse fell into a gorge." "Where is the boy now?" But instead of answering, she heard the receptionist mumble something, not to her but to someone else on the other line. After which, the receptionist told her that her colleague, Dr. Ventura would like to speak with her. Dr. Ventura was the head of the hospital's anesthesiology department. She heard a familiar voice. She was sure it was him. "The ambulance will bring him in anytime now." His low baritone informed her. Jay asked, "Chuck, have you called any other doctors?" She just wanted to make sure that there were others there. She hadn't yet been through an emergency without the help she needed. It was not that she doubted Chuck's capabilities, but he was an Anesthesiologist, not a Surgeon.

If worse comes to worse, Jay would have to operate alone. And if she operates, she would do it without the head surgeon’s supervision or go signal. Although she had tried to operate without the head surgeon’s supervision a few times before, this time, she was not given the permission to handle the operation by herself.

“We have tried but as of now the others on the list are either out of town or still at duty in the city hospital.”

This was pathetic, Jay thought. There is indeed a shortage of doctors in the town, and to make matters worse, doctors who were living in the town either left or commute the one hour to the city everyday to work in a bigger, more functional and prominent hospitals there.

Her thoughts ended when she saw the lights of the hospital grounds loom into view. She parked and sprinted at once to the emergency room. Dr. Ventura was at the ER entrance. As she saw him, she called out. “Chuck! Chuck! Where is the child?”

“The ambulance is still on its way.” Chuck looked anxious. “We are also undermanned.”

“This is the problem with small town hospitals like this.” Jay replied, trying hard to abate the air of anxiety.

Within a few minutes, the sound of a siren broke the still country air. Its flashing lights tried hard to battle the severe darkness characteristic of small ranching towns. The nurses and orderlies readied themselves. As the ambulance stopped before the hospital entrance, a rush of persons made themselves busy. The boy was looked so helpless. Hay thought. At this point, the paramedic who came with the ambulance was relaying the condition of the boy to her and Chuck. Shortly afterward, Chuck talked to a woman who came with the ambulance. She was incidentally the boy’s aunt and guardian. Chuck explained to her the conditions and those they were to do an operation at once. He asked for her consent and let an attending nurse get the paperwork ready.

While the attending nurses were fixing the paperwork, they wheeled the boy into the ER. They successfully stopped his bleeding but to their estimate, he had lost at least two pints of blood. They quickly took an x-ray of him to see the extent of damage done.

There were fractures in both his left arm and leg. The once on the forearm was a simple fracture. However, the fracture on the left was compound. The sight of it wasn’t pretty for a part of the bone stuck out. There was also a suspicion of fractured ribs. However, they couldn’t five any conclusion since the plates were not yet ready. If only the fracture on the leg was just as simple as that on the arm, then all they’d have to do is to manipulate the bones into place a put a cast. All these without incising the patient.

The boy was unconscious, his breathing was shallow and his pulse was weak but his blood pressure was normal. He had bruises and cuts almost everywhere. Judging from his looks, the boy was pretty lucky to be alive. He must have fallen into a deep gorge.

to be CONTINUED

At ODDS - Introduction

Jay was dripping her way out of the bathroom when her phone rang. She went over to pick up the hand set. That was when she heard the order. "Dr. Warren, there is an emergency." She almost couldn't believe it. She left the hospital an hour and a half ago, got a shower when she arrived home and hadn't even relaxed a little bit when the summons came. She wanted a break. It was a holiday and most of the doctors were having a swell time. Gosh, why can't she.

She quickly dressed, left her house and drove as fast as she could to the hospital. It was something she was used to. She remembered that as an intern, the supervising doctor once said, "Doctors don't have to look good. They have to work good." And he was right. You don't have time to dab on blush or paint lipstick on your mouth. Every second meant the life of someone. She was halfway to her destination, when she picked p her cellular phone and called the hospital.

Let me Love You

Once upon a time, there was once a guy who was very much in love with this girl. This romantic guy folded 1,000 pieces of paper cranes as a gift to his girl. Although, at that time he was just a small executive in his company, his future doesn't seemed too bright, they were very happy together. Until one day, his girl told him she was going to Paris and will never come back. She also told him that she cannot visualize any future for the both of them, so let's go their own ways there and then... heartbroken, the guy agreed.

When he regained his confidence, he worked hard day and night, slogging his body and mind just to make something out of himself. Finally with all these handwork and with the help of friends, this guy had set up his own company...

"You never fail until you stop trying." he always told himself. "I must make it in life!"

One rainy day, while this guy was driving, he saw an elderly couple sharing an umbrella in the rain walking to some destination. Even with the umbrella, they were still drenched. It didn't take him long to realize those were his ex-girlfriend's parents. With a heart in getting back at them, he drove slowly beside the couple, wanting them to spot him in his luxury sedan. He wanted them to know that he wasn't the same anymore, he had his own company, car, condo, etc. He had made it in life!

Before the guy can realize, the couple was walking towards a cemetery,and he got out of his car and followed them...and he saw his ex-girlfriend, a photograph of her smiling sweetly as ever at him from her tombstone... and he saw his precious paper cranes in a bottle placed beside her tomb. Her parents saw him. He walked over and asked them why this had happened. They explained, she did not leave for France at all. She was stricken ill with cancer. In her heart, she had believed that he will make it someday, but she did not want her illness to be his obstacle ... therefore she had chosen to leave him.

She had wanted her parents to put his paper cranes beside her, because, if the day comes when fate brings him to her again he can take some of those back with him. The guy just wept ...the worst way to miss someone is to be sitting right beside them but knowing you can't have them and will never see them again.
The End."

A tragic story that perhaps happens only in the movies. At the end of the day, money is money is money but love is divine. In our quest for our material wealth, take time to make time for our loved ones. There will be a time when we have only memories to cling to.

What is a BLOG?

Before I start posting some massive articles around here, let me explain first what is a blog.

A blog (a contraction of the term "Web log") is a Web site, usually maintained by an individual, with regular entries of commentary, descriptions of events, or other material such as graphics or video. Entries are commonly displayed in reverse-chronological order. "Blog" can also be used as a verb, meaning to maintain or add content to a blog.

Many blogs provide commentary or news on a particular subject; others function as more personal online diaries. A typical blog combines text, images, and links to other blogs, Web pages, and other media related to its topic. The ability for readers to leave comments in an interactive format is an important part of many blogs. Most blogs are primarily textual, although some focus on art (artlog), photographs (photoblog), sketches (sketchblog), videos (vlog), music (MP3 blog), audio (podcasting), which are part of a wider network of social media. Micro-blogging is another type of blogging, one which consists of blogs with very short posts. As of December 2007, blog search engine Technorati was tracking more than 112 million blogs. With the advent of video blogging, the word blog has taken on an even looser meaning — that of any bit of media wherein the subject expresses his opinion or simply talks about something.

This is according to Wikipedia Online.

For me, blog is an online diary which anyone, or may I say everyone can view it. Some abuses it, but some don't. :)