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Me as Obama

2009-02-12T06:39:00.002-08:00

Economy

“Many Americans have lost their jobs. Because of this, they don’t have enough funds to buy foods. This will surely lead to hunger. Mr. President, what do you think will happen on our economy this year? Will it go back to normal and stabilize or will it worsen?”

The truth is, most Americans aren't asking for a lot. They don't need overseas tax shelters; they don't need a long list of loopholes. All they want is a fair shake, and they could stand a break because most Americans have simple dreams: a job, a place to raise their families, a secure retirement, and a chance to create opportunities for their kids that might extend a little further than their own. After all, the wealth of the nation is rooted in the work of our people.” I am warning the Americans now because our economic crisis will deepen this year. I already revealed some details of a massive stimulus package that could ultimately exceed in $1 trillion. We, as Americans, will face this economic crisis. I will call for a cabinet meeting tomorrow to discuss this growing crisis which affects the whole world. We already lost 1.2 million jobs inside the country. Millions of American families are struggling to figure out how to pay the bills and stay in their home. This is very alarming. This will result to a deeper problem. I and my cabinet is planning to launch a project to help these people who lost their jobs. Sec. Solis and Sec. Geithner, prepare some plans for this problem and we’ll be discussing it tomorrow. I promise this cabinet meeting will be transparent to everyone.

Me as Obama

2009-02-12T06:39:00.001-08:00

On Iraq

“There are some rumors that you are planning to add more American troops on the Middle East. How true is this?”

"I stand before you as someone who is not opposed to war in all circumstances. The Civil War was one of the bloodiest in history, and yet it was only through the crucible of the sword, the sacrifice of multitudes, that we could begin to perfect this union and drive the scourge of slavery from our soil.” As I have told you in my electoral campaign, I said that I will pull out ALL of our American soldiers in the Middle East to promote peace not only between America and Iraq, but between all nations. I already asked my security adviser, Retired Marine Gen. James Jones, to prepare plans in pulling out our troops in 16 months with the help of Secretary Robert Gates, our secretary of defense. The rumor is a false rumor.

Me as Obama

2009-02-12T06:32:00.000-08:00

Financial System

“The US of A is having a great economic recession. People are loosing their jobs. For sure, some of these people would like to help on this problem for them able to gain back their jobs. How would we, the people, help restore our good financial system?”

“In order to restore our financial system, we’ve got to restore trust. And in order to restore trust, we’ve got to make certain that taxpayer funds are not subsidizing excessive compensation packages on Wall Street. We all need to take responsibility. And this includes executives at major financial firms who turned to the American people, hat in hand, when they were in trouble, even as they paid themselves their customary lavish bonuses. As I said last week, that’s the height of irresponsibility. That’s shameful. And that’s exactly the kind of disregard for the costs and consequences of their actions that brought about this crisis: a culture of narrow self-interest and short-term gain at the expense of everything else."

My Perception in 10 years

2009-02-01T07:14:00.001-08:00

“Fear not for the future, weep not for the past.” – Percy Bysshe Shelley
As a teenager, I cannot afford not to think about the future. I often daydream about the things I want in the future, the positions I want to hold, the experiences I want to experience and to fulfill the plans I have made.
I want many material things in life. I want to own a luxurious black car, a house, a laptop, computers and a manual-digital camera. Pheow! That’s a lot of things.
But before all of that, I want to live in the simplest form and peacefully. I want to spend quality time with my family and my best friend. I can’t deny that she is included in my future plans. But I see my future beside her, as we, being friends.
It’s really difficult to predict, especially about the future. But in my own perception, I see myself as a successful BS Computer Science graduate, working on a respectable field of computer technology. I also see my self as a photographer by pastime capturing every momentum of my life. I also see my self going to different places of the world like Paris, Korea, Singapore, Hong Kong and many more with someone I can spend my whole life with. Someone whom I can share the experiences waiting for me in the near future.
In ten years, lots of things can happen. The future has a way of arriving unannounced. No one could tell what will happen next. No one can predict the things which are supposed to happen. It is only Him who can. I never fear that these things wouldn’t happen, because I know, I can make them happen with the help of Him.

Best Friends

2009-01-14T03:19:00.000-08:00

The two of us
was like paper in glue.
Even though we had other friends,
it was only us two.

We have little fights
but didn’t really matter.
As long as we knew,
we will always be together.

If ever we would split,
I would cry a river and
I would go outside,
in the cold in shiver.

I love you so much because you are my best friend.
Together we can beat a strong wind.
I hope we stay friends to the end,
even when we grow up
we will stay as best friends.

A Sonnet

2009-01-14T03:17:00.000-08:00

Keeping the warmth inside my heart
Another secret appears in the dark.
Thinking of what may happen
Helps me what to hasten.
Reaching that unreachable star
Inspires me to do the best that I can.
Nothing can make me stop loving you
Always think that even in hue.

Every time I feel your embrace
Seems like it can never be replaced.
Come here in my soul, my heart
After the day, I promise, we’ll never be apart.
Never say the words you don’t like to happen
Open your mind, and feel the mysterious breeze.

Personal Writing

2009-01-14T03:05:00.000-08:00

“Life can be found only in the present moment. The past is gone, the future is not yet here, and if we do not go back to ourselves in the present moment, we cannot be in touch with life.”

I live my life to the fullest. I don’t waste a single moment of it. At present, I think about the past and plan for the future. Well, its not death who fears me, its life itself. I always fear what may happen tomorrow. The challenges I may face and the problems I may encounter. But thanks to God, I always have the courage to go on.

I appreciate the beauty of nature so much. The greenest grass and the bluest sky amaze me. Sometimes, I dream of lying down a meadow watching birds above me fly by. That would be great. But as I see in my environment, some people don’t care for it. They don’t know the real power of Mother Nature.

Life without friends is a complete boredom. I laugh, play, joke and live with them. They make good company with me. I can be a nomad. I can join different circles. But they do match my best friend.

This angel was sent to me by heaven. Though she’s kind of dumb, I can deal with it. I’m a little bit dumb, too. We laugh at ones mistake at once learn from it. We laugh together, sing together, share secrets and experiences together and make memoirs together. We can’t avoid some quarrels, from the shallowest problems like what is the meaning of paranoid to the deepest like the issues about “jealousy” between us. Some think that I’m courting her, well, back off dudes, I’m not.

The end of high school is fast approaching! Friends will be separated. Many of us fear this. Many. I don’t fear this because I know; my best friend will not leave me. I have trust on her. Same here, I will not leave her.

I have passion on working with the camera and computer. My older brother brought me to this. He teaches me the ABCs and I learn by my self the XYZs. My subjects are usually backed-up by the blue sky. Why? I don’t know. Some of my shots are located on the next pages of this compilation.

In the photographs above, I look like my most serious man in the world. I’m not. I just love to emote in front of the lenses. Those pictures were just taken this school year. It shows the real me, somewhat emotional and serious though it doesn’t show that I am also a jolly person. A very happy one. Also, it doesn’t show that I am incomplete because of something. Something which makes my heart cries every night.

This is the deeper Zeus. In my blog, call me Yohann.

Very Punny

2009-01-14T02:56:00.000-08:00

I dream of being asked to a dinner party were the hostess falls backward into your table. “Look out!” I shout. “You’ll burn your end at the both candles.” Or, I meet a sculptor in the street. “Hi, you old chiseler,” I say. “Still taking things for granite?”

Puns have been called the lowest form of humor, yet they are surefire attention-getters. There is a kind of comic glory in quietly slipping into a conversation such remarks as “She criticized my apartment, so I knocked her flat.”

Those who dote on puns vigilantly monitor conversation, listening less for sense than for a hook upon which to have a word perversion. If the person one talks to won’t oblige with key words like “goat” or “bread” punaholic may resort to fantasy. Someday I hope I’ll be asked to introduce an archeologist. I’ll refer to his as one whose career lies in ruins.

I have actually asked photographers to step in the darkroom with me so we could see what develops. The answer is always in the negative. And no wonder: That’s the oldest pun in the book; it’s enough to make you shutter.

I’m waiting to run into someone who’ll remind me that in the Middle Ages people wear bells around their necks to warn others of their disease. “Ring around the choler,” I’ll holler – and run for my life.

The pun has an honorable history. Shakespeare used puns, and I am not Avon you on. “Ask for me tomorrow,” Merticulo says gloomily, “and you shall find me a grave man.” Lady Macbeth shamelessly urges her lord with “If he do bleed, I’ll gild the faces of the grooms withal, for it must seem their guilt.

Businessman use puns. A diary brags, “You can whip our cream, but you can’t beat our milk.” And fishy businesses inspire names: Wholly Mackerel, The Contented Sole.” They do it, one supposes, for the halibut.

There are some puns so perfect, so gemlike, that the pun maker can but smite his brow and groan with envy. “Sticks float. They wood.” That’s impeccable! So is “One man’s Mede is another man’s Persian.”

My favorite Christmas card came years ago from one Rolando Antonio. It was fronted with a drawing of himself with his mouth taped shut. A magnificent and wordless pun. In A Voice From the Attic, Robertson Davies quotes critic Mac Beerbohm: “A good pun properly used is one of the best bells in the jester’s cap. Why its tinkles should be received in all places and on all occasions with groans of mock despair, I have never been able to understand.”

It’s envy, my dear chap, simply envy. Everyone who hears a good pun know that, given a few minutes, he could have thoughts of it first. Punning will continue as long as there are those who place double entendres above friendship, or who would sell their soles for archness.

Is there hope for the punaholic? Not much. Some even cry out of his punishment. Give him a long sentence, they urge – a sentence totally lacking words.

Others would simply banish him to Noman.

Noman?

Noman is an island.

Learning Life

2009-01-14T02:55:00.001-08:00

Life is not learned
for life is and must be
experienced.

By “not learned,” I mean
that life is not a simple
puzzle of words,
that life is not simply passed
on by mouth.

Words of mouth
give an idea of life
but words of mouth
are not life.

Life is out there in the world,
waiting to be experienced,
waiting to be subjectively defined.

Life is an array of lessons
lived from one’s own experience,
from one’s own choosing,
from one’s own destiny.

I

2009-01-14T02:53:00.000-08:00

I am crazy about everything,
all the things around me.
I can’t tell why,
because everything is just for the rhyme.

I am addicted to computer.
More than of that a gambler.
Also in lenses,
I have passion.

I never tire of playing games.
Every time I open one, it makes me exclaims!
It’s because I have an aim.
However, it gives me shame.

I can consume my time wisely.
I know life can be a little scary.
Even though we can be a little clumsy,
Just don’t be naughty.

I can wear many gadgets.
But I don’t have enough budgets
to buy these stuffs.
How I wish I had some magic staff.

I love to read a rhyming poem
especially those written on an album.
I have thoughts which are random
which you can find with ransom.

I like to play with words
but not with the nerds.
I’ll always move forward
And never be moving backwards!

God

2009-01-14T02:51:00.000-08:00

God is not a thing to cherish

Nor a portrait to worship
But He’s more of a wind
That came from an unknown unknown
In an expected time
That only in the stillness of life
Can His presence be felt.

Best Friend

2009-01-14T02:49:00.000-08:00

Into my darkness hours you were there

You are the lamplight, that brightens me anywhere
You are my pillow, that whenever I cry, you were always there
It only means, that you really care, and that I’ve proven, I swear

We’ve shared our lives with each other
And I realized, the way we’ve been together
Will be cherished and worth - remembering forever
Hope we do understand each other, that our buddies way will be flexible forever

I know it’s not easy to handle a best friend
Coz it takes a lot of trust, patience, inspiration to befriended
But, you win my applaud
And assure you both of us will be evoked

God gave me a special gift, and that is YOU
The heartfelt moments we’ve shared together
Will be a bridge that our intact relationship will not be blue forever
If you cry, I cry, but if you fall, I’m going to pull you up and cheer!

At 23 - Putting My Self at the Fututre

2009-01-14T02:45:00.000-08:00

As a child, I felt so limited. There were a lot of things I could not do and understand.
During my teen years, there wasn’t enough time. There were a lot of things I wanted to do and understand.
At 23, I think about the future. I begin to look for a job; and worse, find ways to keep one think of how and when and with whom I will start a family; and where I will be years from now. Things are more complicated these days.
I am beginning to make sense, to think rationally. And the funny thing is, I kind of like the idea.
I work on my goals. While I day-dreamed then daydreamed more during my teen years, I now find myself working hard on my goals. To reach my aims in life – and this is for certain – I have to wake up, and real soon.
I now value family. Mom still nags about almost everything (my hobbies, my sports, my friends and even my haircut!) yet I don’t pick a fight like I used to. I just ignore her remarks and stay friendly. I remember everyone’s birthday and holidays spent with the entire family. I now understand and appreciate why reunions are necessary even if the clan lives on the same block and sees each other everyday. Family’s family.
I am accountable for whatever my actions deliberate or otherwise, may result to. I can always blame it on my ignorance or naiveté. This time, however, there’s no excuse. I miss the appointments not because of the traffic, but simply put, I failed to wake up early. Things could have gone the other way.
I have to be tough. Friends and families will always be there to support and help me alright, but I only have myself to depend upon most of the time. I want to be victorious over life’s obstacles and to achieve that, my only choice is to be strong.
I keep myself young at heart. Even if at times I feel like I’ve explored all aspects of life, relive my past remembering how excited I was watching Voltes-V or Mickey Mouse, or not missing a week of Barney and Friends.
I keep myself fit. I want to get all the baby fats out of my system. And cure all my post-adolescent acne. I play to keep myself in condition and not win like before.
I don’t know who hosts the Top Tenthese Days and who’s dislodging who at the billboard. No more pop ditties for me. Instead, I am getting acquainted with operas, jazz, country and broadway shows. And I am actually enjoying these.
I read the paper in its entirety. This time – front to back! I don’t fall asleep watching documentaries nor bored with ABC, CNN, CNBC and the Discovery Channel. I now know why Dad reads Time and Newsweek and still watches new nightly without fail.
I use my time wisely. Suddenly, there’s not a moment to kill. Not enough time to finish all the work and get ready for some more.
I start talking sensibly. I think a million times before saying anything. “Please” and “thank you” are now part of every conversation. Most of the things that come out of my mouth are new to me yet everything’s meant deeply.
Fads are passé. I am into classic now – watches, jeans and even my hair! Phones are strictly for business and essential matters. No more textmates. I’d rather talk to myself than over the phone.
I stay at home. Malls were haven years ago but not anymore. Sating in my room with my pet is more relaxing than strolling at Glorietta for hours. And if I have to go out, it’s gotta be museums, exhibit or galas. Concerts are replaced by plays and dinner shows.
I find myself attending engagement parties and weddings more than birthday parties. And that means no more come-as-you-are look. What I swore I would never wear is becoming a habit – formal suits.
At 23, I couldn’t believe it, but I am actually doing and understanding a lot of things now.

Breaking Dawn - Novel

2008-12-22T19:13:00.000-08:00

Breaking Dawn is split into three separate "books", or parts. The first part details Bella's marriage and honeymoon with Edward, which they spend on a private island off the coast of Brazil. Edward grants Bella's wish and makes love to her. Soon after, Bella sees a box of unused tampons and notices that her period was late, and she has become pregnant. After contacting Carlisle, who confirms her belief, she and Edward plan to return home. Edward, concerned for her well being, urges her to get an abortion. However, Bella wants to keep the child and decides to contact Rosalie for support, knowing that Rosalie has always wanted children.

The second part of the novel is written from Jacob Black's point of view, and lasts throughout Bella's pregnancy and childbirth. The pack of werewolves, not knowing what danger the unborn child may pose, make plans to destroy it, even though they must kill Bella to do so. Jacob vehemently disagrees with this decision and revolts, leaving the pack to form his own with Seth and Leah Clearwater. Bella soon gives birth, approximately a month after becoming pregnant. The baby breaks many of her bones, and Bella loses massive amounts of blood. In order to save her life, Edward changes her into a vampire. Jacob, who was present for the birth, immediately "imprints" — an involuntary response in which a werewolf finds his soul mate — on Bella's newborn daughter, Renesmee.

The third section of Breaking Dawn shifts back to Bella's perspective, finding her changed into a vampire and enjoying her new life and abilities. However, the vampire Irina misidentifies Renesmee as an "immortal child", a child who has been turned into a vampire. The creation and protection of "immortal children" was previously outlawed by the Volturi. After Irina presents her allegation to the Volturi, they plan to destroy Renesmee and the Cullens. In an attempt to save her, the Cullens gather vampires from around the world to stand as witnesses and prove to the Volturi that Renesmee is not an immortal child. Upon confronting the gathered Cullen allies and witnesses, the Volturi discover that they have been misinformed and immediately execute Irina for her mistake. However, they remain undecided on whether Renesmee should be viewed as a threat to the secret existence of vampires. At that time, Alice and Jasper, who had left prior to the confrontation, return with Nahuel, a 150-year-old vampire-human crossbreed like Renesmee. He demonstrates that the crossbreeds pose no threat and the Volturi leave, knowing that they no longer have just reason to destroy Renesmee. Bella, Edward and Renesmee return to their home, free to live their lives in peace.

Eclipse - Novel

2008-12-22T19:11:00.000-08:00

The story begins with the revelation that Seattle is being plagued by a string of unsolved murders, which Edward suspects are being caused by a newborn vampire that is unable to control its thirst. Edward and Bella fill out college applications, while Bella explains to Edward her desire to see Jacob, her werewolf friend, again. Meanwhile, Alice Cullen has a vision that Victoria, a vampire who is hunting Bella, is back in town. Although Edward fears for her safety, Bella insists that Jacob and the rest of the werewolf pack would never harm her, and he eventually allows her to visit Jacob once in a while.

A few days later, Bella expresses her desire to have Edward make love to her before turning her into a vampire. Edward initially refuses, explaining to Bella that he could very easily kill her. Eventually, upon realizing how much it means to Bella, he agrees to try in the future as long as they are married first. Despite having an aversion to marriage, Bella realizes that spending eternity with Edward is more important to her than anything else and accepts his proposal.

Bella and the Cullens realize that the murders in Seattle are being committed by Victoria and an "army" of newborn vampires. The Cullen family joins forces with the werewolf pack in order to combat this threat. As everyone else prepares for battle, Edward and Bella camp up in the mountains, where they are later joined by Jacob and Seth Clearwater, a young member of the werewolf pack, to wait out the fight.

In the morning, Jacob overhears Edward and Bella discussing their engagement and becomes very upset. He threatens to join the fight and get himself killed because Bella doesn't love him. To stop him, Bella said that she'd do anything, so Jacob tricked her into kissing him and soon Bella realizes that she loves him, too. After Victoria and her army are successfully destroyed, Bella explains to Jacob that while she loves him, her love for Edward is greater and she cannot live without him. Jacob, angry at Bella's decision to become a vampire, runs away in his wolf form to escape the pain he feels.

New Moon - Novel

2008-12-22T19:09:00.000-08:00

Protagonist Isabella "Bella" Swan is thrown an eighteenth birthday party by Alice and Edward Cullen, the vampire she loves, and the rest of their vampire family. While unwrapping a gift, she receives a paper cut. Edward's brother Jasper, although attempting a non-human diet, is overwhelmed by the scent of blood and tries to attack Bella. In an attempt to keep her safe from the world of vampires, Edward tells Bella that he and the rest of his family are leaving the town of Forks, Washington because he doesn't want her anymore. Bella becomes severely depressed and seeks comfort with Jacob Black, an old family friend who eases her pain over losing Edward.

Bella and Jacob begin spending a lot of time together, and Bella soon discovers that the rush of adrenaline present when she places herself in dangerous situations stimulates hallucinations of Edward's voice. Bella begins seeking out dangerous behavior, such as riding a motorcycle, to trigger the illusions. Meanwhile, Jacob finds out that he is a werewolf, and eventually reveals this secret to Bella. The werewolves begin to protect Bella from the pursuit of the vampire Victoria, who seeks revenge for the death of her mate, James, who was killed by the Cullens in Twilight. After Bella attempts cliff-diving, she gets caught in a riptide and is rescued by Jacob.

At the same time, Alice Cullen, Edward's vampire sister who has visions of the future, has a vision of Bella jumping off the cliff. Presuming Bella is dead, Alice rushes to Forks to check on Charlie Swan, Bella's father, while Edward calls Bella's home. Jacob answers and informs Edward that Charlie is at a funeral, referring to that of a man in town who had died of a heart attack, but Edward draws the conclusion that he means Bella's funeral. Desperate after Bella's supposed death, Edward flies to Italy to see the Volturi, peace-keeping vampires who would be able to kill Edward, granting him leave of a world without Bella.

Bella and Alice rush to Italy to stop Edward, and save him before it is too late. Before they leave Italy, the Volturi tell them that Bella, a human who knows of the existence of vampires, must either be killed or changed into a vampire herself. After they return to Forks, Edward explains to Bella that he only left in order to protect her, and she forgives him. The book ends with the Cullens voting in favor of Bella being changed into a vampire, much to Edward's dismay.

Twilight - Novel

2008-12-22T19:05:00.000-08:00

Isabella "Bella" Swan moves from sunny Phoenix, Arizona to rainy Forks, Washington to live with her father, Charlie. She chooses to do this so that her mother, Renée, can travel with her new husband, Phil Dwyer, who is a minor league baseball player. Bella attracts much attention at her new school and is quickly befriended by several students. Much to her dismay, several boys in the school compete for shy Bella's attention.

When Bella sits next to Edward Cullen in class on her first day of school, Edward seems utterly repulsed by her. After tricking a family friend, Jacob Black, into telling her local tribal legends, Bella concludes that Edward and his family are vampires who drink the blood of animals, not humans. Edward reveals that he initially avoided Bella because the scent of her blood was so desirable to him. Over time, Edward and Bella fall in love.

Their relationship is thrown into chaos when another vampire coven sweeps into Forks and James, a tracker vampire, decides that he wants to hunt Bella for sport. The Cullens plan to distract the tracker by splitting up Bella and Edward, and Bella is sent to hide in a hotel in Phoenix. Bella then gets a phone call from James in which he says that he has her mother, and that Bella must give herself up to save her. She does so and James attacks her, but Edward, along with the rest of the Cullen family, rescues Bella before James can kill her. Once they realize that James has bitten Bella's hand, Edward sucks the venom out of her system before it can spread and change her into a vampire. Upon returning to Forks, Bella and Edward attend their prom and Bella expresses her desire to become a vampire, which Edward refuses to let happen.

Twilight OST

2008-12-22T03:51:00.000-08:00

Twilight OST

2008-12-22T03:45:00.000-08:00

Flightless Bird, American Mouth
by: Iron & Wine

I was a quick wet boy,
diving too deep for coins
All of your street light eyes wide on my plastic toys
Then when the cops closed the fair,
I cut my long baby hair
Stole me a dog-eared map and called for you everywhere

Have I found you
Flightless bird, jealous, weeping or lost you,
American mouth
Big pill looming

Now I'm a fat house cat
Nursing my sore blunt tongue
Watching the warm poison rats
curl through the wide fence cracks
Pissing on magazine photos
Those fishing lures thrown in the cold
And clean blood of Christ mountain stream

Have I found you
Flightless bird, grounded, bleeding or lost you,
American mouth
Big pill stuck going down

FILL IN THE BLANKS

2008-12-19T03:13:00.000-08:00

FILL IN THE BLANKS Pt.1

A few questions lang for you all. Just for fun! XD
I WANT TO SEE YOUR FUNNIEST ANSWERS! =))

1. You KNOW you’re in DEEP TROUBLE when ________________.

you make bagsak sa holes.

2.a. For girls: Kung meron ka na, ibig sabihin ay ________________.
2.b. For guys: Kung meron ang gf mo, ibig sabihin ay ________________.

namatay na ang sperm na nakain ng PEK2x mo.

walang nabuo. :D

3.a. For girls: Sinagot ko ang bf ko kasi ________________.
3.b. For guys: Sa tingin ko, sinagot ako ng gf ko kasi ________________.

malaki. Malaki ang puso nia.

malaki. Malaki ang pag-asa ko sa kanya. XD

4. Kung nagsama kami ng pinaka-crush ko sa buong mundo sa isang elevator na kami lang at na-stuck kami ng apat na oras, ako ay ________________.

magtitino ng apat na oras.

5. Masarap ipasok ang cotton buds sa ________________ lalo na pag bored.

pusod

6. Pag nakapulot ako ng isang daan sa kalye, ang una kong gagawin/bibilhin ay ________________.

uuwi ng bahay sakay ng taxi.

7. Pag nakapulot ako ng isang libo sa kalye, ang una kong gagawin/bibilhin ay ________________.

uuwi ng bahay sakay ng TRAIN.

8. Ang pinakamasayang gawain ko sa banyo ay ________________.

magbasa habang ume-erna!

9. Ang paborito kong gawain pag mag-isa lang ako ay ________________.

maghanap ng kasama!

10. Masayang pumasok sa school/opisina kasi ________________, ________________, lalo na ang ________________.

inaabangan ko ang uwian, ang recess at lalo na ang weekend!

Ayan! Kayo naman sumagot! LOL!

Videos from the Centennial Celebration

2008-11-30T05:33:00.000-08:00

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s9Se9I39uRc
cheerdance of the SENIORS (2nd place)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pyyqw83svSg
street dancing of the SOPHOMORES

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=otODAJhR9w4
street dancing of the SENIORS
-ang disqualified daw

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LKMvgqp5mmg
cheerdance of the SOPHOMORES

pansin ko lang. bakit wala pang videos from the juniors?

sadya bang pangit ang kanilang performance kaya
walang nagkainterest na ivideo ang performance nilang AWARD WINNING?
^_^

TGM Yohann

At ODDS - Chapter 6

2008-11-22T18:25:00.000-08:00

Chapter 6
REVELATIONS

Jay just couldn't believe it. What Chuck Ventura told her really stunned her. In the latest hospital board meeting, Arnie Marin was convinced to life the suspension on her and topped to that, he even told them that "She is a priceless asset." And the "More doctors should be like her." She was seated in the bar of the house talking to Chuck over the phone.
Chuck went, "He even said that the board should put all your bad marks behind."
"What!" This was a real surprise. Jay wasn't used to letting her skeletons be exposed. "Like what did he exactly say?"
"He just said that, the hospital didn't make any mistakes when it got you to work here."
"Anything else?" Jay just wanted to be sure she knew everything. She knew there was something else the board discussed. Something Chuck was keeping from her.
There was a slight pause at the other line. "The issue of you getting your job here because of your father's connections with the hospital and his past position in the government was raised."
Jay felt silent. Her father was once a governor and knew the chairman of the hospital board. It was something she was quite embarrassed of. Actually, the hospital wanted someone else but she had the connections. Jay said goodbye to Chuck and she hung up. It was really depressing. Just as she was mooning over her thoughts, the doorbell rang. It was a delivery boy with a package. She approached the door. To her surprise, it was not a package but a bouquet of flowers.
The sweet scent overwhelmed her as she appreciated the beauty of the blending colors. She signed the receipt and took the bouquet in. It was accompanied by a card which had, printed in its cover the large word "PEACE." It was so surprising to hear from Arnie Marin. He was trying to make peace pact and was inviting her over for dinner the next day. Jay didn't know how to react. He seemed sincere in his efforts to mend their misunderstanding. She still didn't know whether she would go or send an RSVP.

At ODDS - Chapter 5

2008-11-22T18:09:00.000-08:00

Chapter 5
Making Amends

The country club was the only place Jay could go to. At this point in time, she was glad everything was over. The malpractice suit against her was dropped, and also, there was a public apology from Arnie Marin. Even then, she still felt alienated and ashamed. Everywhere she went, there were people looking at her like she came from Mars. She was still thinking of resigning and transferring to the city. That way, she can start over again. She even thought of selling the house. Now that was another reason why she was in the club. She just met with a realtor friend and had something worked out regarding the sale of her property.
She had just finished her lunch and went to her Range Rover to get her gear and then to the shooting range for rifling later afternoon. She was going to release all her tension and anger through all those bullets. She reached her car and took her gear. As she closed the tailgate, she throat clear behind her.
"Hello, Doctor." It was the deep, husky voice of Arnie Marin.
Jay's response was flat, and cold, "Hello yourself."
"Look, I thought we already buried the hatchet. Why is it that I see a lot of ire in you?"
Jay looked at her clothes. "I don't see any." She motioned to walk away but after two steps, a strong hand grasped her arm. This time, the grasp was gentle.
"Please, Doctor. I am someone who can't rest easy until I know the person I've wronged forgives me. I have so much to thank you for. You saved my brother's life and that means a lot to me. My brother is very important to me. He's the only family I have left. Please understand if sometimes I trudge on other people. I normally don't."
"Sure you don't. I thought aristocratic people did." Jay's sarcasm was really burning.
"I know I've caused you a lot of shame. And I am really sorry. It's not excuse, but I'm just very protective of the people I really care about."
Jay looked at him. He seemed sincere enough. "I see that. Now please let go of me. I have to go and shoot."
Arnie released his grip on her arm and gave out a wan smile. For the first time since their first encounter, she saw his anger-filled eyes brightened. His eyes now were not the usual dagger-stabbing eyes but more of the humorous crescents. She was compelled to lighten up and return the same wan superficial smile but she just looked at him blankly.

- Para sa aking mga mambabasa, ipagpaumanhin po ninyo ang paputol-putol kong pagpopost ng katuluyan ng nobelang ito sa kadahilanang maraming ginagawa ang inyong lingkod. Maraming Salamat Po.

Grassroot Love

2008-11-15T00:38:00.000-08:00

Like a grass that grows
So does my love flows.
Within the days
of our feudal encounter
I felt we need each other.

But thou art a sunflower
I am just a playground
of the grasshopper.
You sway with the high winds,
while I lay on the earth.
The smiles of the sun
makes honey-rich bees adore you.
My strength from thee strong rains I owe.

In the vast garden
I am just a weed
The place will not be Eden
without your nectar sweet.
In that piece of land we complete
for my right as the tenant
against your father as the lord.

Perhaps my love is a dream
But what I offer is eternity;
for as long as the grass lives
Your beauty will be protected by its thorns,
And when it will uproot and die
It will decompose for your nutrient desire.

by: Yohann

Moment with God

2008-11-14T02:02:00.000-08:00

Praise and glory to you Lord!
I thank for the wonder of my being
For it was you who created my being
You knitted me in my mothers womb.

All my ways lie open to your eyes
You alone knew the depth of my heart
Even before a word is on my lips you knew it
All my actions are written in your book.

I hunger for holiness
Here I am resounding to your call
Let my soul pines for you
My longings you satisfied
Good measure and flowing over
What more can I ask for?

How Much Do I Love Thee?
Thou knowest how much do I love Thee
For you alone within my heart can see
So, unto Thy hands, I placed myself
For thine to judge for mine and the world's behalf.

by: Yohann

My Friend

2008-11-11T04:17:00.002-08:00

When you are sad,
I will get you drunk and help you plot revenge against the evil bastard who made you sad.

When you are blue, ...
I'll try to dislodge whatever is choking you.

When you smile, ...
I'll know you finally got laid.

When you are scared, ...
I will take the piss about it every chance I get.

When you are worried, ...
I will tell you horrible stories about how much
worse it could be and to quit whining.

When you are confused, ...
I will use little words to explain it to your dumb ass.

When you are sick, ...
Stay the hell away from me until you're well again.
I don't want whatever you have.

When you fall, ...
I will point and laugh at you.

Poll Result 1

2008-11-02T03:32:00.000-08:00

Ayon sa sensus na isinagawa makalipas ang isang buwan, magiging masaya ang nalalapit na selebrasyon ng ika-100 taong pagkakatatag ng Pambansang Mataas na Paaralan ng Pangasinan.

Karamihan sa bumoto ay nagsasabing magiging masaya. May ilan rin namang bumoto sa hindi.

Ano pa man ang resulta ng sensus na ito, malalaman rin nating ang tunay na kasagutan sa darating na Nobyembre 28-29, 2008.

Cosme - Ang Bagyo

2008-11-02T00:55:00.000-07:00

Severe Tropical Storm Halong (Cosme - PAGASA) was the fourth severe tropical storm named by the Japan Meteorological Agency (JMA) who are the Regional Specialized Meteorological Centre for the north western Pacific Ocean. The Joint Typhoon Warning Center also recognized Halong as the fifth tropical depression, the fourth tropical storm as well as the third typhoon of the 2008 Pacific typhoon season.

The name "Halong" was one of the 10 original names submitted by Vietnam to the WMO's Typhoon Committee for use from January 1, 2000. Halong was last used in the 2002 Pacific typhoon season and is named after Halong Bay, which is a UNESCO World Heritage site in Vietnam. The Philippine Atmospheric, Geophysical and Astronomical Services Administration (PAGASA) assigned the name Cosme to the tropical storm. Cosme was last used in the 2004 Pacific typhoon season to name Sudal.

Meteorological History
Late on May 13 a tropical disturbance formed in the South China Sea. Early the next day the Japan Meteorological Agency (JMA) & The Philippine Atmospheric, Geophysical and Astronomical Services Administration (PAGASA), designated the disturbance as a tropical depression, with PAGASA designating it as tropical depression Cosme. However the Joint Typhoon Warning Center (JTWC) did not issue a Tropical Cyclone Formation Alert until later that day. The JTWC then designated the depression as 05W on May 15. On May 16 both the JMA and the JTWC upgraded the depression to a tropical storm with the JMA designating it as Tropical Storm Halong and assigning the international number of 0804. This was 12 hours after PAGASA had upgraded it to a tropical storm. During that day Halong kept intensifying and was designated as a severe tropical storm early the next day by the JMA as it reached its peak wind speeds of 60 knots (70 mph 115 km/h). The JTWC then upgraded Halong to a typhoon with peak wind speeds of 70 knots (80 mph 130 km/h) which made Halong a Category one typhoon on the Saffir-Simpson Hurricane Scale.

Later on May 17 Halong made landfall on the Philippine region of Pangasinan and traveled towards the northeast over Luzon. Whilst over land Halong weakened in to a tropical storm with both the JTWC and the JMA downgrading Halong early the next day. Later that day after reaching the Philippine Sea, Halong started to re strengthen and intensified in to a severe tropical storm. However it did not intensify any further and on May 19 weakened in to a tropical storm. Later on May 19 PAGASA issued their final advisory on Halong as it moved out of their area of responsibility. The JTWC then issued their last advisory on Halong as it had began its extra tropical transition the JMA then reported that it had completed its extra tropical transition and issued their final advisory on the remnant low of Halong. The remnants of Halong dissipated on May 24.

Preparations

Starting May 15, PAGASA issued Storm Warning Signals for various areas across the Philippines. At 1500 UTC that day Signal Number One was initially issued over northern Palawan, Occidental Mindoro and Lubang Island. At its maximum coverage (at 0930 UTC 17 May), Storm Signal Number 3 was issued for Zambales, Pangasinan, La Union, Tarlac, Benguet and Ilocos Sur, Signal Number 2 was for Bataan, Bulacan, Pampanga, Nueva Viscaya, Nueva Ecija, Quirino, Ifugao, Mt. Province, Kalinga, Abra, Apayao and Ilocos Norte and Signal Number 1 was raised for Lubang Island, Batangas, Cavite, Laguna, Rizal, northern Quezon, Isabela, Aurora, Cagayan, Calayan Island, Babuyan Group of Islands, Batanes and Metro Manila Further on as Cosme (Halong) razed through Northern Luzon, these storm signals were scaled back until the storm reached the Cagayan-Batanes area and the Pacific Ocean proper.

Impact
In Luzon, the Typhoon caused 58 deaths and $94 million (USD) in damage. The storm destroyed 43,365 houses and damaged 188,830 more. Most of the damages reported were in Northern Luzon. Meanwhile, Mindoro and Panay islands were also affected as the storm-induced southwest monsoon brought rains and floods to those areas. In particular, a ferry in Mindoro was stranded as Cosme (still a tropical depression that time) passed close enough to Mindoro Thursday night (May 15). The Subic-Olongapo area, one of the economic zones of the Philippines, experienced power outages as the storm gets closer to Zambales on May 17. The province of Pangasinan, where the storm made its landfall, experienced waist-high floods and power outages as well. Even the city of Dagupan (in Pangasinan) suffered the same fate with even stranded persons all over the city due to flooding. The town of Sta. Cruz in Zambales had about 7,000 people homeless due to Cosme. Overall, the hardest hit were Pangasinan and Zambales provinces. Because the damage caused by the storm in Zambales is extensive even in infrastructure, repair was forced to be done on schools there as that time, classes are to resume in the next few weeks. The storm also increased the prices of vegetables in Metro Manila, as the latter gets most of its vegetables from Northern Luzon.

According to the final report on Cosme (Halong) released by the National Disaster Coordinating Council, 61 were reported killed, 33 wounded and three were left missing. People affected by Cosme numbered 1,496,635 persons in 1,510 barangays in five provinces. Damages to property totaled to PHP 4.712 billion, of PHP 3.721 billion were agricultural losses and PHP 992 million were destructed infrastructure. Pangasinan was the most damaged province as indicated by the report.

Announcement

2008-10-30T19:24:00.000-07:00

Non-sense wishes will be excluded. Such as; "sana totoo itong load stuffs."

Just change your wishes before the time runs out. Happy Halloween!

My Wish This Coming Christmas!

2008-10-25T07:41:00.000-07:00

MY WISH this CHRISTMAS!

Good day peeps. Christmas is fast approaching. Nakaisip ako ng isang gimik para wala lang. Para naman may maibigay ako this Christmas day. Mamimigay ako ng load. Madali lang naman ang mechanics.

1. Comment on this post your wish this coming Christmas.
2. Leave also your contact number. Don't let me know who you are. I'll contact you.

Thats all. No REGISTRATION FEE. It's for free. Bring friends to this post of my blog and let them POST their wishes. Who knows? I'll give huge amount of load to 5 people? :)

PS: No scam. :D

L'art Du Déplacement

2008-10-25T03:18:00.000-07:00

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

2008-10-25T03:10:00.001-07:00

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

2008-10-14T02:54:00.000-07:00

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.

Be My Guest Risselle

2008-10-10T05:18:00.000-07:00

ehhem...

welcome to my blog...

bshin mo sinasabi ko sau jan sa bandang baba...

enjoy the poems :)

hello there rj.. :) ^^

At ODDS - Chapter 3

2008-10-09T04:38:00.000-07:00

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

2008-10-09T04:32:00.000-07:00

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

2008-10-09T04:29:00.000-07:00

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?

2008-10-09T04:01:00.000-07:00

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

2008-10-09T02:00:00.000-07:00

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

2008-10-08T04:27:00.000-07:00

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

2008-10-08T02:10:00.000-07:00

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

2008-10-06T06:21:00.000-07:00

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

2008-10-03T05:01:00.000-07:00

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

2008-10-02T05:36:00.000-07:00

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

2008-10-02T03:29:00.000-07:00

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?

2008-10-02T03:17:00.000-07:00

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. :)