2010 judgment day, 2010 is D-day the current administration will come to an end.
By 2010 we are free again.
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Not unless we continue to vote those little puppies that this current administration is endorsing.
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The ombudsman releases an order of restricting the issuance of statement of assets, liabilities and net worth of government official to protect their privacy…
This is the true meaning of “classmates”.
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Palace to Noynoy : stop using parent’s legacy…
People to palace: stop duplicating Marcos legacy…
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When Erap run for president last 1998 election, some say god bless us.
Now Erap is about to run again in 2010 election…God bless us again.
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Infomercial is very rampant now a days as the election is about to come.
Politician wants to be an actor/actress; it’s the first step to get elected.
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Actors/Actress wants to become politicians.
Its the first step to becoming puppies.
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In the US, people vote to choose a good leader.
In the Philippines people vote to choose a popular leader.
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In the US, voters are thinkers.
In the Philippines, voters are gamblers.
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Reality sometimes hurt but accepting the reality is what keeps us strong, now we have our chance again to change our country for good, don’t waste it again by electing “Trapos” and “Puppies”, lets choose a leader, not the smart one but the one that has the will to do the right things for the sake of majority.
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Thursday, September 10, 2009
Sunday, March 22, 2009
Justice for the Parañaque Shootout Victims
Last December of 2008, a father and his daughter were among the victims of a shootout between the Philippine National Police and suspected robbers.
According to abs-cbnnews. com, Alfonso de Vera and daughter Lea Alyanna were on board their Isuzu Crosswind when they were intercepted by policemen along Sampaguita Street in the United Parañaque Subdivision IV in Sucat district.
A witness said Philippine National Police-Special Action Force (PNP-SAF) members trained their guns and opened fire on de Vera even after he alighted from the vehicle.
“Nakita ko, nakita ko niratrat nalang ‘yung sasakyan ng mga operatives ng SAF kahit lumabas na si Alfonso ng sasakyan, pinagbabaril pa rin.’ Di tinigilan hangang mamatay s’ya nang nakaluhod,” said the witness.
Lately, an email's been circulating about the feelings and emotions of the wife and the mother of the victims.
Here is the email…
I considered myself as one of those blessed and happiest people on earth. Why not?
I married a guy who was an epitome of kindness. A guy who worshipped the very footsteps I made. More importantly, our union blessed us with a daughter who not only became the main source of our happiness…more so; she was the center of our lives.
We’re simple folks who led a simple life. We felt the happiest even about mundane things and inconsequential ones that most people would only take for granted. Our joy mostly revolved on simple pleasure like a sudden trip to Jollibee or a late night marauding of the fridge for any leftovers.
A perfect family with simple delights, dreams and aspirations. ..until that fateful night on December 5, 2008 . The day my husband and daughter were taken away from me in a very violent way. That Friday night on December 5, 2008 marked the beginning of all the terror, anguish and misery in my life.
In keeping with my ritual or “panata” on every first Friday of every month, I went to Quiapo Church on the above mentioned date to pay homage and respect to the Almighty One.
My husband and daughter were supposed to pick me up in Pasay City after which we planned on giving our daughter a treat to Jollibee. While riding the jeep, I tried to call my husband to tell him that I’m on my way to our meeting place.
But despite all the calls I made, my husband remained silent. A very unusual occurrence in as much as he seldom missed my calls.
Despite my trepidation and wonder, I took the next jeep going home and prayed that everything was alright. I even promised to myself that I will forgive my husband for not answering my calls and for forgetting to pick me up.
I felt relieved when near our place my phone rung. Such relief was somehow only momentary… in fact the phone call I got was the bearer of the worst news in my entire life. My helper called, only to tell me that my husband and daughter were shot to death by “men in uniform”. The same men who swore to protect innocent people from bad guys brutally slayed the two most important persons in my life. They were the same men whose sacred duty was to preserve the lives of the public against all harm and danger. Yet... they were the same men who murdered my love ones in the most cruel, savage and inhuman way.
My husband’s face was unrecognizable because he was shot in the head at close range while he was kneeling with his head bowed down. My daughter’s young body was riddled with bullets, one hit her head, blowing her brains out, all from too powerful guns and ammunition fired by the “men in uniform” at two innocent and defenseless persons.
The “men in uniform” were allegedly on a mission to take out some gang of robbers victimizing people at large. The police shot the crosswind van my husband and daughter were riding. Based on some witnesses’ narration, the police sprayed bullets into the van despite the lack of provocation or shots coming from the crosswind van.
In his last effort to save their lives, my husband grabbed my bloodied daughter and shielded her with his body while trying to run away from the police and tried to get cover from a parked jeepney My husband and daughter were so defenseless.
How can you mistake a child for a robber? How can you shoot at someone who was already kneeling with head bowed, an indication of helplessness? !
My husband and daughter are gone ... forever. The pains I feel for their lost is too much too bear. And the only thing that motivates me to go on with life is the mission to seek justice for their senseless killing. If the people who were responsible for their death will be punished, if I could bring them to justice, my pains would be alleviated. The misery I will live by will be lessened. My husband and daughter will be vindicated and I will learn to live the remaining years of my life in peace.Thus: I’m asking and begging everyone who will come across this letter/e-mail to forward the same to all your relatives, friends, and acquaintances. Help me bring my cause to the eyes of the people capable of steering the wheel of justice in the right direction.
Help me make the loudest cry worthy of attention by those people in-charge in rendering justice to those who deserve it.
Strength comes in numbers; it is where the impossible becomes possible. It is also where the unattainable becomes achievable.
My heartfelt gratitude for everyone who will take a moment in their too busy lives and forward this letter/e-mail to everyone they know.
May God always protect you and your loved ones from all harm.
~ Lilian de Vera
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According to abs-cbnnews. com, Alfonso de Vera and daughter Lea Alyanna were on board their Isuzu Crosswind when they were intercepted by policemen along Sampaguita Street in the United Parañaque Subdivision IV in Sucat district.
A witness said Philippine National Police-Special Action Force (PNP-SAF) members trained their guns and opened fire on de Vera even after he alighted from the vehicle.
“Nakita ko, nakita ko niratrat nalang ‘yung sasakyan ng mga operatives ng SAF kahit lumabas na si Alfonso ng sasakyan, pinagbabaril pa rin.’ Di tinigilan hangang mamatay s’ya nang nakaluhod,” said the witness.
Lately, an email's been circulating about the feelings and emotions of the wife and the mother of the victims.
Here is the email…
I considered myself as one of those blessed and happiest people on earth. Why not?
I married a guy who was an epitome of kindness. A guy who worshipped the very footsteps I made. More importantly, our union blessed us with a daughter who not only became the main source of our happiness…more so; she was the center of our lives.
We’re simple folks who led a simple life. We felt the happiest even about mundane things and inconsequential ones that most people would only take for granted. Our joy mostly revolved on simple pleasure like a sudden trip to Jollibee or a late night marauding of the fridge for any leftovers.
A perfect family with simple delights, dreams and aspirations. ..until that fateful night on December 5, 2008 . The day my husband and daughter were taken away from me in a very violent way. That Friday night on December 5, 2008 marked the beginning of all the terror, anguish and misery in my life.
In keeping with my ritual or “panata” on every first Friday of every month, I went to Quiapo Church on the above mentioned date to pay homage and respect to the Almighty One.
My husband and daughter were supposed to pick me up in Pasay City after which we planned on giving our daughter a treat to Jollibee. While riding the jeep, I tried to call my husband to tell him that I’m on my way to our meeting place.
But despite all the calls I made, my husband remained silent. A very unusual occurrence in as much as he seldom missed my calls.
Despite my trepidation and wonder, I took the next jeep going home and prayed that everything was alright. I even promised to myself that I will forgive my husband for not answering my calls and for forgetting to pick me up.
I felt relieved when near our place my phone rung. Such relief was somehow only momentary… in fact the phone call I got was the bearer of the worst news in my entire life. My helper called, only to tell me that my husband and daughter were shot to death by “men in uniform”. The same men who swore to protect innocent people from bad guys brutally slayed the two most important persons in my life. They were the same men whose sacred duty was to preserve the lives of the public against all harm and danger. Yet... they were the same men who murdered my love ones in the most cruel, savage and inhuman way.
My husband’s face was unrecognizable because he was shot in the head at close range while he was kneeling with his head bowed down. My daughter’s young body was riddled with bullets, one hit her head, blowing her brains out, all from too powerful guns and ammunition fired by the “men in uniform” at two innocent and defenseless persons.
The “men in uniform” were allegedly on a mission to take out some gang of robbers victimizing people at large. The police shot the crosswind van my husband and daughter were riding. Based on some witnesses’ narration, the police sprayed bullets into the van despite the lack of provocation or shots coming from the crosswind van.
In his last effort to save their lives, my husband grabbed my bloodied daughter and shielded her with his body while trying to run away from the police and tried to get cover from a parked jeepney My husband and daughter were so defenseless.
How can you mistake a child for a robber? How can you shoot at someone who was already kneeling with head bowed, an indication of helplessness? !
My husband and daughter are gone ... forever. The pains I feel for their lost is too much too bear. And the only thing that motivates me to go on with life is the mission to seek justice for their senseless killing. If the people who were responsible for their death will be punished, if I could bring them to justice, my pains would be alleviated. The misery I will live by will be lessened. My husband and daughter will be vindicated and I will learn to live the remaining years of my life in peace.Thus: I’m asking and begging everyone who will come across this letter/e-mail to forward the same to all your relatives, friends, and acquaintances. Help me bring my cause to the eyes of the people capable of steering the wheel of justice in the right direction.
Help me make the loudest cry worthy of attention by those people in-charge in rendering justice to those who deserve it.
Strength comes in numbers; it is where the impossible becomes possible. It is also where the unattainable becomes achievable.
My heartfelt gratitude for everyone who will take a moment in their too busy lives and forward this letter/e-mail to everyone they know.
May God always protect you and your loved ones from all harm.
~ Lilian de Vera
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Saturday, January 3, 2009
What happen to our country?
Our country became a country of people who are greedy of power and selfish. No wonder why we are one of the most corrupt government not only in asia but all over the world, atleast this is one area that our country is on top for sure.
What kind of leaders do we have now?
Read it yourself and findout.....
The world has gone crazy...or should i say OUR LEADERS HAS GONE CRAZY...
The world has gone crazy by Bambee De la paz
So, I just had the worst day of my life.
At around 1:30 PM today, at Valley Golf and Country Club, Antipolo City, Mayor Nasser Pangandaman, Jr., Mayor of Masiu City, Lanao del Sur, his father, Secretary Nasser Pangandaman of the Department of Agrarian Reform, and company, beat my defenseless 56-year-old dad and my 14-year-old brother to a pulp because of some stupid misunderstanding on the golf course.
This is a golf course. I have been a golfer all my life, and I have never seen anything like this. NOTHING. This is hard to comprehend. And it happened to my own father and my own brother too. Right in front of my eyes.
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What kind of leaders do we have now?
Read it yourself and findout.....
The world has gone crazy...or should i say OUR LEADERS HAS GONE CRAZY...
The world has gone crazy by Bambee De la paz
So, I just had the worst day of my life.
At around 1:30 PM today, at Valley Golf and Country Club, Antipolo City, Mayor Nasser Pangandaman, Jr., Mayor of Masiu City, Lanao del Sur, his father, Secretary Nasser Pangandaman of the Department of Agrarian Reform, and company, beat my defenseless 56-year-old dad and my 14-year-old brother to a pulp because of some stupid misunderstanding on the golf course.
This is a golf course. I have been a golfer all my life, and I have never seen anything like this. NOTHING. This is hard to comprehend. And it happened to my own father and my own brother too. Right in front of my eyes.
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