<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3187967262265497177</id><updated>2012-02-16T16:59:51.712-08:00</updated><category term='lety pelagio'/><category term='bagong tanyag elementary school'/><category term='Media blackout'/><category term='SWAT'/><category term='hong kong bus hostage taking'/><category term='hong kong bus manila hostage'/><category term='Police Senior Inspector Rolando Mendoza'/><category term='leticia pelagio'/><category term='PNP'/><category term='quirino grandstand hosage crisis'/><category term='Hong Kong Thai Travel and Tours'/><title type='text'>My public blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joylynalonso.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187967262265497177/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joylynalonso.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Joylyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09475751384785687211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6kY3vHOxvRE/TtXH4X71jYI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Jvi_yHQ8J6o/s220/15302_1284083873466_1571205368_30684587_8359813_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3187967262265497177.post-3102538193989402194</id><published>2011-12-17T08:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T09:48:44.280-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leticia pelagio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lety pelagio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bagong tanyag elementary school'/><title type='text'>Life is worth living - a tribute to Mrs. Lety M. Pelagio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AN8fJgsPjGc/TuzEWnAyPLI/AAAAAAAAADo/Hpu6Azibsos/s1600/190694_159484880776839_100001459855492_342010_2478647_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AN8fJgsPjGc/TuzEWnAyPLI/AAAAAAAAADo/Hpu6Azibsos/s320/190694_159484880776839_100001459855492_342010_2478647_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687136322170535090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;She is the epitome of woman. She was all about embracing life, loving yourself, loving other people, and encouraging others to find the beauty in themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Morning, I attended a memorial service.&lt;br /&gt;It was for Mrs. Pelagio, my former teacher in Elementary School. It wasn’t a sudden death. She was diagnosed with cancer. Seek for medication, recovered, but later on it still took her life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her memorial service was a devastating affair because of the nature of her death. Her Son and Husband cried throughout, as did her relatives, friends, and her co-teachers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though my tears kept threatening to burst from their ducts, I managed to remain dry-eyed throughout the week of memorial wake. Not until the day came when we had to send our last goodbyes to her. That was when I lost it. I cried, as I am crying now, because I never realized what a truly beautiful, optimistic person she was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was amazed at how positive, strong and determined she remained in her last days. She urges her sisters and friends not to be sad at her death, for she achieved her dreams and lived a full and happy life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I regretted the fact that I never went out of my way to get to know her better, and it looks like I missed out on so many wonderful and memorable moments with this rare and beautiful human being. She was there during one of the most important moments in my life. Selflessly, she offered guidance, understanding and full support. From then on, I considered her not just my former teacher, but a family member. The effort she do for herself every single day as she pays visit to the doctor didn’t keep her from doing that. She didn’t mention it. The important thing for her is to help. She’s been doing it to everybody else. Years of service in her school made her a legend. Just as like the printed shirts during the memorial that says “My teacher, my hero.” Indeed, she is a hero - a mother,a sister, a friend, a co-worker and an adviser. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sad about her death, but I need to be thankful that my family and friends are still alive. Auntie Let made me realized that the important thing is to live your life to the fullest and fight for your dreams. Life is full of beauty. Life is worth living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The photo shows the candles we lighted during her Thanksgiving visit at Kamay ni Hesus, Lucban Quezon in March.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3187967262265497177-3102538193989402194?l=joylynalonso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joylynalonso.blogspot.com/feeds/3102538193989402194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joylynalonso.blogspot.com/2011/12/life-is-worth-living-tribute-to-mrs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187967262265497177/posts/default/3102538193989402194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187967262265497177/posts/default/3102538193989402194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joylynalonso.blogspot.com/2011/12/life-is-worth-living-tribute-to-mrs.html' title='Life is worth living - a tribute to Mrs. Lety M. Pelagio'/><author><name>Joylyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09475751384785687211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6kY3vHOxvRE/TtXH4X71jYI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Jvi_yHQ8J6o/s220/15302_1284083873466_1571205368_30684587_8359813_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AN8fJgsPjGc/TuzEWnAyPLI/AAAAAAAAADo/Hpu6Azibsos/s72-c/190694_159484880776839_100001459855492_342010_2478647_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3187967262265497177.post-1436202164075676787</id><published>2011-11-29T21:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T21:53:04.494-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who is Andres and why celebrate his day?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z6m7wS6cgjg/TtXBgqkbWoI/AAAAAAAAACs/OT3wlt7oycs/s1600/boni.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z6m7wS6cgjg/TtXBgqkbWoI/AAAAAAAAACs/OT3wlt7oycs/s320/boni.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680659271924800130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Bring out your cedulas and tear them to pieces!" Bonifacio challenged his members. The katipuneros tore up their cedulas and shouted, "Long live the Philippines." The cry at Pugadlawin signaled the start of the Philippine Revolution.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andres Bonifacio, is considered as the “Father of the Philippine Revolution”. He is the founder and “Supremo” (leader) of the independence movement against Spain, the Kataastaasan Kagalang-galang na Katipunan nang nga Anak ng Bayan (KKK), or simply known as the Katipunan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first “unofficial” President of the Philippines. Which was then called “Tagalog Republic”. But during that time, Spaniards were still in control of the country, so he is not recognized as such. Making Gen. Emilio Aguinaldo the first official President to be elected while Bonifacio was elected as Secretary of the Interior. Since he did not have a good educational background, his qualifications were questioned he was offended by this so he then moved to Cavite to create his own government.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A difficult childhood gave Andres the strength to face all odds with great courage and determination. Though he is poor and stopped going to school, Bonifacio continued reading novels and studying about international law and French Revolution. In later years, he too began to write about what the Filipino should know to appreciate the desire and the need to be free. He was considered by his political rivals as a huge threat to the leadership of Gen. Aguinaldo. He established Katipunan to fight for Spaniards but ended up being killed by fellow Filipinos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonifacio Day is celebrated on his birthday, unlike other heroes’ who are often remembered for their execution or death date than their birth. He was very controversial, that it came a point that Bonifacio Day was renamed National Heroes Day. The move was recognized by some as an official  downgrading of Bonifacio by making him share the holiday with all the other national heroes. But it was settled when National Heroes Day was set on the last Sunday of August. Now Andres Bonifacio rightly has a national holiday all to himself on Nov. 30. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Andres Bonifacio Act of 2011 / House Bill 4353 is being proposed by Cong. Palatino of Kabataan Partylist. Including in our educational system a more comprehensive teaching of the life, works, theories and praxis of Andres Bonifacio.&lt;/span&gt; But that is a different story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is very visible that even hundred years ago, Filipinos tried to create their own system of governance. So, they ended up killing each other. Everyone wants to be on top and would even kill any rivals who might threaten his leadership.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, Andres Bonifacio’s personal and political life experiences are representative of the experiences of the majority of the population of the country, then and now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot thank him enough for being an inspiration. We are humbled by how Bonifacio and the Katipunan revolution struggled to free us from colonial domination. Being a self-taught warrior. His own way to express and fight for his hunger for individual liberty.I am Andres. Any of us can become Andres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;photo by: Senor Enrique.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3187967262265497177-1436202164075676787?l=joylynalonso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joylynalonso.blogspot.com/feeds/1436202164075676787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joylynalonso.blogspot.com/2011/11/who-is-andres-and-why-celebrate-his-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187967262265497177/posts/default/1436202164075676787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187967262265497177/posts/default/1436202164075676787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joylynalonso.blogspot.com/2011/11/who-is-andres-and-why-celebrate-his-day.html' title='Who is Andres and why celebrate his day?'/><author><name>Joylyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09475751384785687211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6kY3vHOxvRE/TtXH4X71jYI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Jvi_yHQ8J6o/s220/15302_1284083873466_1571205368_30684587_8359813_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z6m7wS6cgjg/TtXBgqkbWoI/AAAAAAAAACs/OT3wlt7oycs/s72-c/boni.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3187967262265497177.post-5841343610740034599</id><published>2011-07-15T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T09:26:27.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wake up call to you public servants!</title><content type='html'>8:30 pm&lt;br /&gt;After attending an event inside Camp Aguinaldo, on our way to Santolan MRT station, we came across an old man struggling to walk towards the station. He is weak, shaking and can barely move his feet forward. We immediately approached him for help. That time, a man (in athletic attire)was already helping him. But we still continued to assist him as he walk little by little. We asked him where he's going and told us he's waiting for someone. The man volunteered to carry him back to Camp Aguinaldo for a seat. Which lead us to an idea that he is a military man, indeed he is. At first, Lolo resisted our offer, he said he can't, cause he stinks and the guards would drive him away again.  My officemate gave Lolo water to drink, and Lolo even asked for food. He was shaking probably because of hunger. As we lead him to Camp A, we learned that he is Mr. Felipe Millare, who's been visiting the Camp for 3 consecutive days, a retired officer, working out his AFPSLAI loan for reason that his wife's been sick and he wanted money to cover up the medications.&lt;br /&gt;The guards on duty denied our request. Lolo's not allowed to stay/sit inside the guard house. So we have decided to look for any other authority to help us. And boom! We spotted two police officers inside a Quezon City police Mobile vehicle. Just right in front of Camp Aguinaldo (MRT santolan gate).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the scenario:&lt;br /&gt;Joy, Didie, &amp; Sgt Magleo: "Sir, pwede bang i-endorse namin sa inyo si Lolo. Gutom na gutom na at hinang hina sa pagod."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Police 1: "Ma'am naka duty kase kami. Asa loob kase si P-Noy. On call kami."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy: "Ok. Sige, paki radyo mo na lang sa kahit sinong pwedeng pag-endorsan namin kay Lolo. Brgy or kahit anung malapit na istasyon."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Police 1 : " Saglit po." (He talked to his buddy for an opinion. The man with a 3-lined badge)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Police 2: " Ma'am hindi kami pwede makialam diyan dahil baka ipatawag kami. Pero kung may papalit samin pwedeng iwan nyo diyan si Lolo at pakuha namin mamaya."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didie: "Kuya kasi Cavite pa po siya nauwi, wala yang kamag-anak dito, hahanapin pa namin. Pero may inaantay siya na kasamahan nya pupunta daw. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Police 2: " Yun naman pala, eh di hatid nyo na lng sa Cavite tsaka alam nyo parokyano na dito yan si Lolo. Hindi kami sigurado baka sindikato kumuha jan o anu."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sgt Magleo: Hindi namin pwede ihatid yan, kaya nga sa inyo namin ineendorse para kayo ang mag asikaso. Nakita lang namin jan yan si Lolo tumutulong lang kami."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy: At ano namang assurance namin na hindi nyo basta iiwan si Lolo sa sidewalk. Bakit di nyo pwedeng paupuin muna sa loob ng mobile, kita nyo naman hinang hina na."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Police 2: " Teka, teka, Sino ba kayo? mga Sindikato yata kayo eh.!" (he got out of the car to confront us) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That statement created a commotion. We immediately took our IDs. We were totally humiliated and I can't help but raise my voice too. Shouting, at the same time, crying, I walked in front of him, and said to his face, "Gusto mo ba bumalik tayo sa loob para makita mo kung saan kami galing at sino mga kasama namin sa loob? para pagbintangan mo kaming sindikato??!" He answered back: "Wala akong pakialam kahit military o anu pa kayo. Ako ang pakinggan nyo!" And right then and there, our fellow concerned citizen showed his ID up,so police 2 would realize that the man he's speaking to is a military man, but he still raised his voice, complaining that we don't listen to him, etc. etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realizing that we are not really from any other syndicate, he beat around the bush, saying, "Hindi naman namin pababayaan yan pag may dumating ipapadala namin siya sa barangay"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy: " Wag mo kami paligoy liguyin. Kami ngang malalakas kung tratuhin mo ganun na lang, yan pang matandang halos matumba na! Kanina pa lang na lumapit kami sayo, kitang kita nang tinatamad ka at bad mood ka. Hindi ko pinipilit kupkupin nyo si Lolo, siguraduhin nyo lang na magiging safe sya sa mga eendorsan nyo"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Police 2: "Hindi nga pwede maghahanap kami ng magdadala sa kanya sa ibang presinto"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sgt Magleo: " Pwede bang pahiram na lang ng radyo kami hahanap ng tulong"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Police 1 to Didie: " Ma'am ganto na lang bigay nyo number nyo babalitaan namin kayo kapag nailipat na namin si Lolo"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Police 2 to Sgt Magleo: "Ano ngang buong pangalan mo, tara sa loob magusap tayo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During that moment,Didie &amp; I had a chance to walk away. Police 1 made sure Lolo's in good hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How on earth will this kind of public servant help those who badly needing them?. Yes we understand that it may be an SOP to doubt every suspicious-looking people that they encounter. But hey! That weak, old man badly needs assistance. What if somebody who's dirtier than him approach them, to ask for help? Will they care to even lend an ear? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That incident is a wake up call to each if us. For us civilians, who barely care about people around us, minding our own business and not realizing they are too weak to scream for help. For Public Servants, whose number one job description is to help the people and serve them whole-heartedly. For Other institutions, from which, employees have worked in good faith and loyalty. Giving back to them what they deserve. Regardless of their ages, terms of service, or in/capacity. I wish gov't would give the veterans/retirees a lesser and more convenient requirements for services they wanted to avail. Come to think of it, they are old. Too old to remember where their IDs, PINs, and other documents are. There must be another standar procedure to recover their identity. Not being too harsh to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of this time, We were informed that Lolo is at the custody of Brgy Camp Aguinaldo. Police officer 1 is Marlon Bandong and police 2 is SPO3 (based on his badge) Felix Bangcodeng. Didie and his dad were planning to go to Ternate, Cavite. (which is according to Lolo where he lives.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While typing this, I can still smell Lolo in my hands. But it's not stinking. It's a smell that woke up my senses. A smell that made me realize that I need to do something. WE need to do something. Yes, we may be just an ordinary citizen of this republic, but through concern and sincerity, every problem with the government, big or small, all will soon be addressed properly and accordingly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3187967262265497177-5841343610740034599?l=joylynalonso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joylynalonso.blogspot.com/feeds/5841343610740034599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joylynalonso.blogspot.com/2011/07/wake-up-call-to-you-public-servants.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187967262265497177/posts/default/5841343610740034599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187967262265497177/posts/default/5841343610740034599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joylynalonso.blogspot.com/2011/07/wake-up-call-to-you-public-servants.html' title='Wake up call to you public servants!'/><author><name>Joylyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09475751384785687211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6kY3vHOxvRE/TtXH4X71jYI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Jvi_yHQ8J6o/s220/15302_1284083873466_1571205368_30684587_8359813_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3187967262265497177.post-4890013724075100562</id><published>2010-08-23T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T13:19:22.416-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Police Senior Inspector Rolando Mendoza'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hong Kong Thai Travel and Tours'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hong kong bus manila hostage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hong kong bus hostage taking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quirino grandstand hosage crisis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PNP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SWAT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Media blackout'/><title type='text'>Qurino Grandstand Hostage Taking (In a Filipina's point of view)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiT0o8YBZU/THLXNF5ozaI/AAAAAAAAACI/97NCTcHGojk/s1600/bus-hostages.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 255px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiT0o8YBZU/THLXNF5ozaI/AAAAAAAAACI/97NCTcHGojk/s400/bus-hostages.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508701914149735842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time in travel history, Hong Kong issued a travel ban against the Philippines. Hong Kong security bureau issued an OTA ( Outbound Travel Alert) declaring a total ban on travels of Hong Kong Residents to the RP. (see http://www.sb.gov.hk/eng/ota/index.htm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cause: A hostage taking crisis that occurred somewhere in the heart of Manila, Philippines. Unfortunately, while spending the last day of their supposed-to-be-marvelous Manila tour, tourists from Hong Kong were abducted inside their tour bus (Hong Thai Travel and Tours). The culprit: Police Senior Insp. Rolando Mendoza, dismissed member of Manila Police District (MPD). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my entire blog life, I haven't felt any urge to write anything about news especially the negative ones. But with this bus hostage taking crisis, I cannot help but speak. In my own opinion, a plain bus overtaking drama went wrong, flopped, and worsen because of three things: 1. tooooooo much MEDIA 2. tooooo much wasted time 3. soooo little SOLID PLAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes at the middle of the hostage taking, MEDIA was requested by Mendoza. But I am sure, he didn't request for a LIVE SIMULTANEOUS COVERAGE of what he's planning to do. He just needed them for message conveying purposes. It was confirmed that indeed Mendoza asked the driver to turn on the TV. Not to mention, he had with him a radio and a mobile phone. Of course, he is updated all through out. He can even watch the latest view of the outside from the TV inside. Why bombard him with news like, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Inspector Mendoza's brother was being arrested. But he resisted. Yes the whole family is here. They are crying &lt;/span&gt;and so on?.. WRONG. That made him agitated. And who knows, what he did to one of the hostages just to get even. And in the middle of the hostage taking, didn't they realize that while reporting each and every move of the assault team, they were also reporting to Mr. Hostage Taker? Giving him hints as to where the SWAT are heading, what's seems to be their next plan and what part of the bus they are going to break. URGHH! I believe in instances like these, MEDIA BLACKOUT is a standard operating procedure. What happened was, the reporters and photographers arrived even before other police mobile back up and medics did. I hope MBO was declared. Even CNN asked why the media are allowed to cover the hostage taking. Ironic, that while they were having a high rating, the chances of survival of the hostages were getting low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shooting the bus' wheels is ok. But I'm sure it's unauthorized. That only made the hostage taker panicked. And again, who knows, he shot one of the hostages by the distraction of that gunshot. Breaking the door didn't do much but give him more time to think. They all concentrated on the idea of hitting the front door using a sledgehammer, instead of using other alternatives to easily open it. They even used a poor local bus as "lab rat" to study how to break a bus door. And their last resort was to just pull it using a rope, the same moment that they thought of breaking the emergency door beside the bus. One policeman tossed a teargas but to no avail, it didn't activate. FAIL. For I guess, second time it was successful but was it safe for the hostages in a closed place like that? I have no idea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took almost half of a day. And it made me so sad, that they laid their best plan during the time when they can vaguely see a single movement inside the bus. Yes brave policemen were there, not before a series of shots were made by Mendoza. And just like watching an action scene from a telenovela, policemen looked unprepared. One was even shot while trying to penetrate a part of the bus. They didn’t look like they have one same plan in mind. I know it's not easy to be placed in such situation, but SWAT was not that geared up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bus driver, who managed to escape from the crisis, told the police and the media that everyone in the bus was dead. An Information that led them somewhere - in a wrong direction.  I am sure that the assault team underwent to proper tactical trainings, but with this incident, it was clear that the policemen lack of coordination, one of the assault police didn’t even wear protective uniform. They were poorly equipped, poorly trained. The scene was not barricaded with a police line. If the hostage taker survived, I am sure that by the time the crowd surrounded the bus, he could just casually escaped without anyone noticing him.  It is very noticeable; PNP was not that ready to handle the situation.  They even mishandled Mendoza’s family, they arrested them by force.  Such brutal end wouldn't have happened if the police made the right move. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mendoza’s case is another story to tell. What he did is perfectly wrong. He even admitted that he made a very wrong decision. Who are we to judge him, to judge the media men or the PNP and SWAT? With all due respect with reporters and policemen, I believe that with all your heart you did you job. We are equally responsible for the outcome. No one’s to blame for what has happened.  I just hope that this will serve as a mind opener to our new government. Yes this is an isolated case, and anything that that took place can happen to anyone, and doesn’t necessarily reflect a nation’s representation as a whole. May the victims’ souls rest in peace. Justice for the victims of the take over and Justice for the family of Inspector Mendoza. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;To all Hong Kong Nationals, please accept our sincerest apology. We could have done it better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3187967262265497177-4890013724075100562?l=joylynalonso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joylynalonso.blogspot.com/feeds/4890013724075100562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joylynalonso.blogspot.com/2010/08/qurino-grandstand-hostage-taking-in.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187967262265497177/posts/default/4890013724075100562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187967262265497177/posts/default/4890013724075100562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joylynalonso.blogspot.com/2010/08/qurino-grandstand-hostage-taking-in.html' title='Qurino Grandstand Hostage Taking (In a Filipina&apos;s point of view)'/><author><name>Joylyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09475751384785687211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6kY3vHOxvRE/TtXH4X71jYI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Jvi_yHQ8J6o/s220/15302_1284083873466_1571205368_30684587_8359813_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiT0o8YBZU/THLXNF5ozaI/AAAAAAAAACI/97NCTcHGojk/s72-c/bus-hostages.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3187967262265497177.post-6289963971236204785</id><published>2010-04-09T05:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T03:50:26.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No beach this summer.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiT0o8YBZU/S78dytUEzbI/AAAAAAAAABo/cdMQuFNV1yM/s1600/footprints.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border="0" width="0" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNzA4OTY1MzY3MTMmcHQ9MTI3MDg5NjU*ODEwMyZwPTE4MDMxJmQ9Jmc9MSZvPWEzMmNiZDc5OGI3ZTQ3YmU5NTNi/MGQxYTU*NTIwZDBl.gif" /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;p style="visibility:visible;"&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://assets.mixpod.com/swf/mp3/mixpod.swf" height="311" width="400" style="width:400px;height:311px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://assets.mixpod.com/swf/mp3/mixpod.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale"&gt;&lt;param name="salign" value="TL"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="myid=50423748&amp;amp;path=2010/04/10&amp;amp;mycolor=222222&amp;amp;mycolor2=77ADD1&amp;amp;mycolor3=FFFFFF&amp;amp;autoplay=true&amp;amp;rand=0&amp;amp;f=4&amp;amp;vol=100&amp;amp;pat=0&amp;amp;grad=false"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mixpod.com/playlist/50423748" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/images/get-tracks.gif" title="Get Music Tracks!" style="border-style:none;" alt="Music" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mixpod.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/images/make-own.gif" title="Create A Playlist!" style="border-style:none;" alt="Playlist" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mixpod.com"&gt;Music&lt;/a&gt; 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But little did I know that the four corners of this memorial park will totally change my plan, it gave an inner peace in me. As it was a moment for Me, myself &amp;amp; I.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;As I recount all the memories I shared with Tatay, I was interfered with the thoughts about memories of the past – My own memories for the past 24 years. I realized, God has never left me. Never in a day did I walk alone along this journey. Of all the stupid, crazy &amp;amp; funny things I did in life, I just can’t help but thank God. Simultaneously, my mind keeps on thinking about Tatay, my family &amp;amp; my life. Not a second did I think of my future, I don’t know. I have this habit of not worrying about what I will eat, what I shall wear, or what will happen tomorrow, I just trust everything to Him. Who would think that staying at a cemetery will beat all my wishes to go to Boracay? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Yes, I appreciate the beach. I love beaches. But then again, I didn’t know there’s a lot more on this planet to appreciate. Trees, green leaves, and the skies. Alone with a confused dog, which maybe thinking; “why on earth am I here?”. I laid my back against a tree, put off my footwear, wore my shades &amp;amp; looked at the skies. I maybe hallucinating by every image I see in it, but it was really amazing, just looking back all the memories. Again, I realized that smiling &amp;amp; crying comes along very well.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;There are lots of things that ran inside my mind when I was there: I miss Tatay when he used to fetch me from LRT station after a 9pm class back in college, I hate myself for being a rude daughter, granddaughter, sister, friend, and person sometimes. I Thank God for not leaving me in times of loneliness, every time I cry in my room over a heartbreak. I Thank God for the scene in front of my naked eyes, a peaceful place not only for dead people, but for me, it was also a place for people with dead emotions. I was revived and awakened just being in that place. And I recommend people to visit a memorial park, not only to visit a loved ones’ grave, but also to meditate. Since it’s a quiet place, no one can see you talking alone &lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; or crying your eyes out. And the last thing that made me so amazed, was when I looked at Cheenie; How come God created dogs, to be domesticated? Well, as for me, Cheenie (and Cheeno) &amp;amp; I shared many memories, She (they) saw my life’s ups and downs for a year now. Dogs are truly blessings to mankind. And trivia: a dog was mentioned in the bible, and it is a greyhound. Anyway, I prayed to God to continue blessing me with happiness and contentment in life. Then after all the realization, I talked to Tatay. I asked him if he’s ok, if he’s happy for me, if he’s looking over us from there. After being so emotional, I stopped. This world is a good place, but heaven for sure is a better place to live in. Why cry for a loved one who’s up there without having any problem of hunger, sadness, and pain? I just said to myself, “No one is ever really gone as long as their memory lives on within you”. So I said my farewell to Tatay. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;While walking through the exit gate, though my eyes were filled with happy tears, I find myself smiling to each and every person I came across the road. I maybe drooling over some summer pictures of my friends in a beach, but still, I’m glad I had this day in a year which I must say; the happiest summer getaway of my life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiT0o8YBZU/S78eYiTNC_I/AAAAAAAAAB4/SIk3b0etXxI/s1600/footprints.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiT0o8YBZU/S78eYiTNC_I/AAAAAAAAAB4/SIk3b0etXxI/s400/footprints.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458114680269376498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiT0o8YBZU/S78eMac4giI/AAAAAAAAABw/Xm_ZHa8XCUM/s1600/footprints.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try  {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiT0o8YBZU/S78_LJetsDI/AAAAAAAAACA/EdTvVe0q_h4/s1600/04092010%28027%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiT0o8YBZU/S78_LJetsDI/AAAAAAAAACA/EdTvVe0q_h4/s400/04092010%28027%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458150734152183858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3187967262265497177-6289963971236204785?l=joylynalonso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joylynalonso.blogspot.com/feeds/6289963971236204785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joylynalonso.blogspot.com/2010/04/no-beach-this-summer.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187967262265497177/posts/default/6289963971236204785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187967262265497177/posts/default/6289963971236204785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joylynalonso.blogspot.com/2010/04/no-beach-this-summer.html' title='No beach this summer.'/><author><name>Joylyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09475751384785687211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6kY3vHOxvRE/TtXH4X71jYI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Jvi_yHQ8J6o/s220/15302_1284083873466_1571205368_30684587_8359813_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiT0o8YBZU/S78drHvBYcI/AAAAAAAAABg/vmXvLn_N06k/s72-c/uhz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3187967262265497177.post-7032273046220433586</id><published>2010-02-01T20:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T01:52:00.168-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Tay!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiT0o8YBZU/S2exjbExs_I/AAAAAAAAABA/oEZkjTWgBwI/s1600-h/DSC01581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiT0o8YBZU/S2exjbExs_I/AAAAAAAAABA/oEZkjTWgBwI/s320/DSC01581.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433506697567122418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After knowing that my open-letter has reached Senator Noynoy, I knew he will come and visit Tatay. He did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When Ms. Viel and daughter, dropped by to the hospital to share some experiences they've been through when their Mom was also suffering from the same illness, she assured us that they will continue to pray for Tatay. For the second time in a day, Tatay's eyes brightens with hope and willingness. Regardless of his situation, he still wanted to serve. And we Thank the Aquino family for that. Tatay has been fighting against cancer, to fight for others. That was Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday - With a heart overwhelmed with joy, Tatay convinced us that he is recovering very well. Whenever there is a free time, I make it a point to read all the comments of the people from the internet - the most sympathetic and caring people I admire so much. I showed him his pictures with the Senator, he keeps on smiling and my relatives keep on teasing him, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"pogi ni tatay oh"&lt;/span&gt;. And I would read again at least a comment or two. I wanted him to know that people had been praying for his health. I went home to take a rest. We thought he is recovering. We were wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday - I cried after discovering that Tatay started to forget me. He even forgot the names of the people he has been with the room overnight. He didn't want to wear the hospital gown. He can barely recognize my face, our face. I can see through his eyes that he wanted to shout, but has chosen to just look away and sob. My sister explained why, the ammonia that is supposed to be released by his body has s&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiT0o8YBZU/S2ex8wF4G1I/AAAAAAAAABY/lwJAsu_rwz8/s1600-h/DSC01582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiT0o8YBZU/S2ex8wF4G1I/AAAAAAAAABY/lwJAsu_rwz8/s200/DSC01582.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433507132705610578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;pread through his blood, causing his brain to be disoriented. Before, he always wanted to see all of us in front of his sickbed. But this day, all he wanted was for us to all get out of his sight. This is his way of telling us, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;" let me carry your burden. I can do it by myself.  Go away! I don't want to see you cry."&lt;/span&gt; The moment of truth has come. The doctors informed us about the terminal condition of Tatay. But We can at least rely on one last resort - &lt;b&gt;Cardiopulmona&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;ry resuscitation. &lt;/b&gt;An emergency procedure for people with cardiac arrest. While the nurses were preparing that procedure. We all decided to pray outside. Prayed for God's will to be done. Asked God for forgiveness. And thanked Him for the days we shared with Tatay. Going back to the room is like walking through an empty hallway. Seeing only Tatay at the end of it.  I can't help but cry. Knowing that my lolo may survive this procedure, but cannot, in any other way, stand up and live his normal life. As the saying goes, between pain and nothing - I'd chosen nothing. I surrendered Tatay to God. I don't want to prolong his suffering, though my heart is not yet ready to let him go. "Laban ka tay ha! Laban ka pls..." and I can hear him responding through his oxygen mask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One by one, we went beside Tatay. Being a very debative man, Tatay has always been our "mortal enemy", be it in politics, showbiz (yes showbiz) and even our love lives. He is always involved. And that involvement was not even appreciated before, rather misinterpreted as "pangongontra".  So each of us said our apologies. Our confessions. Our promises. After my turn, we've watched the most dramatic scene in the room. Tatay went back to his senses. He called Nanay. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"tingin ka sa mata ko",&lt;/span&gt; he said. Then Nanay started singing their favorite song. Tatay is singing along. More of a humming. His tattoo showing from his right leg - Nanay's portait. Nanay is  a very strong woman. I can't imagine myself going through a lot- having my youngest son killed in the street, and now, my husband fighting against cancer.  And all I can do is just sing. This was the most unforgettable moment of Tatay's struggle. Worship song playing in the background, Smiling faces with tears in their eyes, A strong man fighting with his last breath. All i can do is just close my eyes and pray........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A straight line appeared in the monitor. Tatay's eyes shut down. No one panicked. Tatay is just sleeping. After 2 hours, we had no choice but to surrender the dead man's body to the morgue staff. Kissing a dead man is the warmest thing a person can experience. The love overflowing our hearts conquered the fright. We said our last goodbyes. Tatay is in heaven now. Looking over his 6 children and 23 grandchildren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While preparing for Tatay's wake, we were very happy for the flowers sent by the Senator. A true representation that until the very end, Senator has been there beside Tatay. Even on the days of his wake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tatay may be gone, but his words will always remain in us. Always believe in God. Take care of your health. Take care of Nanay. . Tatay was gone, leaving us not a single coin, property or possession, except for this very precious thing - the family tie. Tatay has been praying to God. He said he wanted to see his children together again in one place. Now, Tatay hasn't just brought us closer together, he also taught us to value each member of the family. And whatever happens, RESPECT YOUR PARENTS. This gift is the most special gift, a man can offer. This tie will never be broke again. As long as I live, I promised Tatay that I would take care of all my cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized that crying and smiling goes along well together.  Instead of crying my heart out for the lost of the head of our family, I found myself smiling. A voice repeatedly playing on my mind. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Ano bang iniiyak nyo? ang importante lumaban ako.".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tatay's story will always be remembered as a typical cancer patient story. Some may also  connect it to politics. But No! As for me, and for the Aquino family, I am certain. Tatay made a change. We will always love you and We will fight for what you believe.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Goodbye, Tay!.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to all the people who reposted the open-letter. Thank You to Atty. Lacierda who made an effort to inform Senator Noy about my whereabouts to make the surprise visit to Tatay possible. To Sir Rapa &amp;amp; Dr. Ayco. Thank you Mr. Reginald Imus of Makati Med.Thank you Dr. Cornejo. Thank you very much! I know u did all that you can do to save Tatay. You have proven that you profession do not equate any monetary amount, but sincere hearts that believe in your capacity.  God Blees your good heart. The people who visited my Tatay.  And most especially, to the Aquino family. My words may not be enough. Tatay said Noynoy will win. I know right now, he is having a "debate" with God. :) You will win. Our all out support. - Alonso family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiT0o8YBZU/S2exs40itBI/AAAAAAAAABI/wYpQjgec_hg/s1600-h/DSC01600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiT0o8YBZU/S2exs40itBI/AAAAAAAAABI/wYpQjgec_hg/s320/DSC01600.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433506860170916882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danilo's Residence&lt;br /&gt;Blk 14 Lot14 Purok 8 Bagong Tanyag Taguig City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3187967262265497177-7032273046220433586?l=joylynalonso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joylynalonso.blogspot.com/feeds/7032273046220433586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joylynalonso.blogspot.com/2010/02/goodbye-tay.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187967262265497177/posts/default/7032273046220433586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187967262265497177/posts/default/7032273046220433586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joylynalonso.blogspot.com/2010/02/goodbye-tay.html' title='Goodbye Tay!'/><author><name>Joylyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09475751384785687211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6kY3vHOxvRE/TtXH4X71jYI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Jvi_yHQ8J6o/s220/15302_1284083873466_1571205368_30684587_8359813_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiT0o8YBZU/S2exjbExs_I/AAAAAAAAABA/oEZkjTWgBwI/s72-c/DSC01581.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3187967262265497177.post-8903813414484407953</id><published>2010-01-30T22:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T22:29:18.147-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HINDI AKO NAG-IISA!</title><content type='html'>I know it's too much, but last night I prayed to God, I asked him to show up to heal tatay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little did I know, God has proven and shown himself to me. In the person of Senator Noynoy. The rest of the nation believes in him, and by him, people will pray...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our prayers will reach God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always believe in God. I know I've seen God. I have experienced God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I want the whole nation to be close to God through prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I do believe, &lt;strong&gt;HINDI AKO NAG-IISA......&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pass and pray for Tatay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3187967262265497177-8903813414484407953?l=joylynalonso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joylynalonso.blogspot.com/feeds/8903813414484407953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joylynalonso.blogspot.com/2010/01/hindi-ako-nag-iisa.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187967262265497177/posts/default/8903813414484407953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187967262265497177/posts/default/8903813414484407953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joylynalonso.blogspot.com/2010/01/hindi-ako-nag-iisa.html' title='HINDI AKO NAG-IISA!'/><author><name>Joylyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09475751384785687211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6kY3vHOxvRE/TtXH4X71jYI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Jvi_yHQ8J6o/s220/15302_1284083873466_1571205368_30684587_8359813_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3187967262265497177.post-4906006379677051023</id><published>2010-01-30T00:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T00:25:11.911-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My open letter was closed. Sealed with a kiss.</title><content type='html'>As we always believe... this man will never ever disappoint us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tatay's wish was granted. Noynoy visited him here in the hospital. It only goes to show what kind of man he is.. a very good-hearted one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tatay was shocked seing Senator Noynoy. But we were more shocked when tatay tried to sit after being bed ridden for 4 days. The smile in his face - PRICELESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless this man... I am so proud I have chosen and will forever support him.&lt;br /&gt;But there are two people up there far more proud than anybody else - Mr. &amp;amp; Mrs. Aquino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blog is a living testimony that simple people like us, are worth of his attention and sympathy. Tatay said: "Hindi mo na kailangan pang ikampanya"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No doubt.&lt;br /&gt;A hero was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My open letter was closed. Sealed with a kiss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3187967262265497177-4906006379677051023?l=joylynalonso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joylynalonso.blogspot.com/feeds/4906006379677051023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joylynalonso.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-open-letter-was-closed-sealed-with.html#comment-form' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187967262265497177/posts/default/4906006379677051023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187967262265497177/posts/default/4906006379677051023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joylynalonso.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-open-letter-was-closed-sealed-with.html' title='My open letter was closed. Sealed with a kiss.'/><author><name>Joylyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09475751384785687211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6kY3vHOxvRE/TtXH4X71jYI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Jvi_yHQ8J6o/s220/15302_1284083873466_1571205368_30684587_8359813_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3187967262265497177.post-6536763155690180051</id><published>2010-01-29T07:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T10:38:40.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AN OPEN LETTER TO NOYNOY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiT0o8YBZU/S2MCBT7LljI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5RslcGTnVQ8/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432187797090571826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiT0o8YBZU/S2MCBT7LljI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5RslcGTnVQ8/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Excuse me for using ALL CAPS as a subject. I just wanted to catch your attention,honestly. But as expected, this letter might be sent, but not read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very eager to do this very impossible task. And will do everything just to make our lolo happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Ninoy Aquino died- very strong and driven, my lolo was there on the streets with the rest of the country&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;When Mrs Corazon Aquino became the president- happy &amp;amp; very proud,my lolo was there as a very obedient citizen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Mrs President died - still strong but grieving, my lolo, went again to the streets to show his love &amp;amp; respect to the late president.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 21, 2009- On Ninoy's death anniversary, my lolo together with his wife, his son, his daughter-in-law and five of his grandchildren went to Manila Memorial Park to visit Mr &amp;amp; Mrs Aquino's grave. Just a few months ago, when my lolo was still very very strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lolo, 63, can hardly earn a living, but still, he has chosen to serve the community by being a barangay tanod. While my lola enjoys selling dry goods in her little store near the market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just 4 days ago, he was confined at Makati Medical center. In general, we are told that my lolo has a multiple organ malfunction. First, his liver, and then, his kidney.. and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just 4 hours ago, we were in the hospital's hallway... praying &amp;amp; crying for help just hearing the bad news... The doctors said, our beloved lolo was diagnozed with cancer, and like any other cancer, it has it's order - in the 4th stage. But not like any other typical scene, we were not informed on how many days, weeks, months, or years will our lolo live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, lolo didn't know yet anything about this. But he can feel it. He got a little curious why our eyes swell. and why do we look so sad. we just told him, we're happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little did we know, "Tatay" as we call him, caught our attention. He said he wanted us to vote for Noynoy, not anybody else, he feels like he has a little attachment with the family, though he knows no one can ever appreciate all his loyal efforts, unless the family would found out. We just cried. This cannot be it. The usual last request from a cancer patient seen on movies. We don't claim it. Cancer is just a name.. All names bow down to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reality bites. The least that we can can do is make him happy. He wanted to meet Noynoy in person. He wanted to see &amp;amp; meet the Aquino family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the very hectic schedule of Mr. Noynoy Aquino, we understand that this request might be a bit impossible. Well, at least we tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tatay expected to see the Aquinos... I know it cannot, in any way, heal or make his illness disappear. But all of us would be glad seeing him happy and contented that his wish was granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am afraid, this will be his last request in this world. I will be, and we will be more happy If his wish will come true, while surviving cancer and he would carry this happiness as long as he lives. I know God will make a way. God Bless!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joylyn Alonso&lt;br /&gt;Makati Medical Center Room 779&lt;br /&gt;0916-5389088&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3187967262265497177-6536763155690180051?l=joylynalonso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joylynalonso.blogspot.com/feeds/6536763155690180051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joylynalonso.blogspot.com/2010/01/open-letter-to-noynoy.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187967262265497177/posts/default/6536763155690180051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187967262265497177/posts/default/6536763155690180051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joylynalonso.blogspot.com/2010/01/open-letter-to-noynoy.html' title='AN OPEN LETTER TO NOYNOY'/><author><name>Joylyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09475751384785687211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6kY3vHOxvRE/TtXH4X71jYI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Jvi_yHQ8J6o/s220/15302_1284083873466_1571205368_30684587_8359813_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiT0o8YBZU/S2MCBT7LljI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5RslcGTnVQ8/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry></feed>
