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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.