the truth

FACT SHEET       Reference:
  Michael Alunan:  (0906) 38-58-958;  935-88-98                            
Tata Alunan    :   (046) 870-76-14  (Bacoor)

Triggers  alarm  over  rampant  trade  of  body parts  Suspicion shrouds Pinoy  seaman’s death in India                 Filipino  seaman  Doner  Romero  S.  Alunan,  50, died  suspiciously  in what  appears  to  be  a  case  of  total  negligence in  a  hospital  in  Visakhapatnam, Pradeshi  region, India,  as he  was  allowed  to  bleed  profusely  inside  the hospital  for  almost  an entire  day after losing  only  his  left arm  in an  accident  aboard  a ship on   dock.

The  remains  of   Alunan’s  body  arrived  early  this  week  after  over  two  weeks  of  delay  in India. His  body was buried  Saturday,  July  12,  at the  Eternity Memorial  in  Bacoor,  Cavite.     His family  requested a  National Bureau of  Investigation  (NBI)  autopsy  after learning  India  is noted  worldwide  for  the  rampant  trading  of  human body parts.

Even  the  embalmers  at  La  Bien  Memorial  Chapels in Bacoor  admitted  they  had  one case  of  a  Filipino  overseas worker  (OFW), whose  remains, also coming  from India,  were  found  missing  of  several body   organs. “Luckily,  Doner’s  organs were  all intact. Nonetheless,  we had the  autopsy  done  so  we  would  have  some  peace  of  mind,” says  Doner’s wife  Flerida,  who  still  feels  bad as  the  body  was  not  even  clean-washed  and its  face  misshaped.

She  added  many  of  Doner’s  belongings  were  missing,  particularly his  expensive  watch  and  rings, which were likely  stolen  at  the  hospital, and  his jewelry  like his  gold necklace, cell phone, which  were probably  lost at  his  ship  the  M/V  Amelia Cacace  or  in transit  at  the Customs  area. Doner’s  only  sibling and  sister Carmelita “Babie”  Alunan, a  professional  nurse,  said  that  “what  we  could  not  accept  is  the fact  he  died  in  a  hospital   for  simply  losing  an arm.”


Doner  was  hit by  the  ship  cable  shackles that  snapped at about 5:45 a.m. on June 22, India time.  An ambulance came in  15  minutes  as  they were  nearby on  dock at  port at that time.    At  the Sagara Durga  hospital,  he  was  told  to  be  patient and wait  as his case  was not  grave  or  fatal. He  was  not  even  made  to  lay  down,  but only  sat on  a  chair  while  he  chatted  with  a fellow  Filipino  seaman who accompanied  him for  awhile.  And  all  he  was  worried  about  then  was  whether  he could still  work  again. After so  much  blood  was  lost,  blood transfusion  was  done only  at  10 p.m., 17 hours after the accident. The ship  Captain Emilio Loresto,  also  a  Filipino, never  visited  Doner  at  the hospital to assess  his situation to   make  the appropriate  decisions. Other  seamen, including  Doner’s close friend,  Capt. Alex  Calimpong,  a  ship captain himself,  said all  ocean-going ships  have  a  form  of   “9-11 call  for  help system,”  whereby   you  can  seek  emergency  help  like  a  helicopter  airlift anytime and anywhere  in  the  world.

His  amputated  arm  shows  there  are  no signs  of  proper sutures, only  indicating  there  was  no serious  attempt  to  sew  back  the  arm  nor   clamp  up  the  wound  for  a full  amputation. Reports  say  there  is  was even no  proper  tourniquet  as  blood  even  gushed  forth,   when  he  stood  up  to  go to the  toilet, while  holding  his amputated  arm. And  because  of  the  ship captain’s  neglect , five  (5)  fellow  Filipino seamen  allegedly  resigned  from their  jobs and went  home  without  finishing their  contracts. There  are  reports  the  vessel,  operated  by  an  Italian,  Peninsula  Enterprises S.p.A.,  is no longer  seaworthy  being  an  old  vessel bought from another  company. 

They also question why  the  captain does  not  give  them copies  of  their  contract  bargaining  agreements  (CBAs),  which  stipulate their  benefits and privileges. Doner’s  wife  learned  about everything  only  two days  after Doner’s  death. Nobody knew  how to reach  her  as  all Doner’s papers  and passport  were  held  by the captain, who did  not  attend to the problem. Possibly partly blamed for these malpractices and procedures  is  the  manpower agency, Crewtech  Shipmanagement  Phils.  Inc. 

Thus,  Doner’s  family  requests that safety  reforms  be  made  in the maritime  industry, considering  Filipinos  now account for  almost  two-thirds  or so  of  the  world’s  seafarers,  Left  behind  by   Doner’s  death are  four  young  children, his wife,  his  aging mother  and  only sister. Doner  hails  from  Iligan City,  but  settled  with his  family  at No. 75  Dahlia  St., Sorrento  Townhomes, Bacoor,  Cavite.      #####

                            

Letting off steam

There's this one thing that bites me... How on earth could my uncle have died from a severed arm? I mean, come on! Medical attention at the right can save anybody!

Those fucktard indian pieces of shit that call themselves "doctors" should be killed three times. THEY practiced on my uncle, those pieces of shit. WHY THE FUCK did they FUCKING sew back a severed arm!? YOU DO NOT SEW BACK broken bone, and yet they did. FUCKING GENIUSES! YOUR DAYS ARE NUMBERED YOU FUCKING PIECES OF FUCKING FUCK! We WILL have justice. Let's see if you can pretend to be doctors longer. You played with one life, we take ayaw your chance at living. So, FUCK YOU and have a FUCKING PAINFUL LIFE. The kind of life where you wish you were DEAD. I wish your fucking stinkwad family would all have their limbs severed and die.

oh gawd.

i know i'm definitely missing somebody. oh well... she's happy now.

poem.

woah! i can't make no damn poem anymore. haha. XD

turns out im having a really tough time hiding my inhibitions on this one.
hmm...

anyway, im not gonna write a poem anymore. or should i? hmm...

i'll just be making stuff up as i go.

STUFF. haha. shit. XD

why do we always harbor hate

on our once blissful mate?

is it natural to despise

one who you thought was so wise

is it right to just flee

from one you so often see?

isn't great?

who we get to hate?

and its amazing how quick

just like fingers, they flick

IT has new throngs

IT gets to play new gongs (XD)

gaaaawwwd. im so effing bored. haha. XD

haha. XD

A friend made me think about this one. :D

The male psyche?
haha. I don't think its in general though. You know:

"I'm into her. I'm on to her. I'm in her."

Its never like that. Though, the successful may need not say anything more, there will always be reasons why we may not need to say anything at all.
For in silence there is always doubt and resentment. 

And to all the effing losers out there, effing their fellow losers out there, eff to you. Eff to all of you.

haha. im wasting blogspace here. XD

My New Year's Resolution.. not.

I never make resolutions.
I don't believe in the tradition of making dumbass resolutions at the start of every frigging new year.
I'm starting another rant here, so bear with me. >:D

We don't need to tell people that we're gonna effing change just because its the new frigging year and we're supposed to make resolutions to change to gay-ass do-gooders.
Maybe I hate that coz its effing tradition. And I hate tradition, unless it involves me and money. XD

BLOG 1

First blog of the year! Hmm... What to write? Hmm...
The year that was = not so good, especially when it was coming to a close.
Anyway, the eccentricities of that particular phenomena got the best of me, and i never thought it would. I never thought it would hit me so hard, that i didn't even get to enjoy the holidays as much i had in the past. Oh well, its all over now.

January 1. I do hope I get to straighten up my act this year, I mean, I'm turning 18. I should probably be a little more mature than I am now. I hope this year, I get to make my parents proud. I've been nothing but a headache to them. I hope this year, I won't make the same mistakes I did, especially with matters of the heart. I hated myself for that. I really did, and maybe I still do. I left 2007 with a bitter feeling in me, and I entered 2008 with that same regrettable feeling. There are a lot of "I-wish-I-didn't-do-that"'s I wish I never really did. And I wish I never really did them, but hey, I'm only human. I make mistakes. And some of those mistakes, I can't undo. Some of those mistakes left me more than just a few bruised knees. Some of those mistakes left me bleeding, left me wanting death as an escape. I'm really sorry about them, I really am. Anyway, I think I've written what I wanted.

If anybody has read this, thanks for taking the time to do so.
I appreciate it.

And if you get to read this, too.
I'm really sorry. But I thank you. You've made me realize a lot of stuff.

an epiphany of the nth degree

This could be something. Truth be told, there are a lot of "what ifs" buzzing around in my mind. Fact is, I haven't been alive long enough to say that I've been through a lot. I think something good is happening, but then again, I could be wrong. I wish everything could fall into place sooner or later. Sooner would be better, but hey, crap happens.
And if this doesn't end well, I'll just crap everything out on the crapper.
Oh well, I hope this is worth it.

selling my pangya account for 2k! negotiable price...

i quit! reminds me too much of something... hahah...

aRgh

stupid fucking internet connection..
low connectivity my ass!
we pay good money and that's what we get from you?
well you can just kiss my shiny ass..

Death Note

Ever wonder how it is to end a life?
I mean, kill... Without any physical contact, whatsoever.
I just saw this really COOL anime!
Its got this great storyline and really great voice acting..
It's called Death Note..

Dunno wtf I'm saying eh?
Just search for it in youtube..

I think It'll picque your interest..
Especially if you like dark and morbid stuff..
HAHA!

time for the dead

a haunting requiem plays

enthralling a crowd lost in a daze

souls long gone, souls forgotten

come to us though downtrodden

hostility presiding in most of them

coughing dirt, and mostly phglem

walking in the dead of the night

pleasing in a bit of fright

nowhere to go but to the grave

mournful, moaning, haunting dumbass knaves

as they obtain their share of flesh

back, back in to the depths from where they came

a place, where only death is fresh..

dark

what must i do?

i long for it, an absolute taboo

desire expulses dark deeds

an explosion of the grisliest needs

evil as it may seem

i look at the world today,

my eyes, with hate, they gleam

horrid thoughts of depression

a dimension wrought with gore and aggression

preach the end of days

impending doom on all

with our errant ways

eternal damnation, to flames we fall

pentatonic minor LOL

The very core of harmony, sound

the nature of it so profound

music flows through my veins

notes every of every pitch, in my mind, reigns

time may pass

as i sit on my ass

i take hold of my guitar

as i listen to music insofar

careful of every note

songs treated like an anecdote

when the song ends

i play a little solo with bends

the sound so melodic

when i play the blues

basic is pentatonic

makes me want some booze..

hypothermia

a seeping wave of black death spreads in my mind

and if you'll look, a shocker you will find

a maiden chained in blood

unpleasantries mixed with mud

death to her, if she moves

alas! she turns to a demon with hooves

horns so sharp, a steely glare

no mortal would stomach the sight they may fare

a stench that so viciously kills

a face lined with rotting frills

yet, she sits, she waits

so calmly, she fixes her eyes on somthing she hates

this creature, so pitiful

yet the mere thought proves spiteful

through her blood flows evil

yet, she thinks of love, the thought unbearable...

tanduay

why is it that everytime i see you i die?

is it not enough to hold you?

the mere thought of you makes me want to try

im bitter, bitter to no end..

is it because you chose me as just a friend?

Im a void inside, yes

im thinking you can't even guess

i'll just be on my way then..

I swear i'm not coming back to you whenever when...

see you when i do

and if i must, im making YOU my sole taboo

No compliance.. to err is humaN..

FINALS!! Finally, 1st sem is about to end. Did I do a good job? Probably not. I think I'm kidding myself if I say I'm enjoying school right now. But I am, and I most probably will.

It bugs me to know that I'm not really striving here. I wish i could see the error of my ways.

Anyway, I'll rant about stuff I'm pissed about...

FIRST! There are SO many roaches flying around as I type. *kills one and shouts in triumph*

And the world is becoming stereotypical... I hate that.

Then there's this fucking trend going on in this city... ILIGAN..

HOW COME EVERY NICE LOOKING GIRL'S GUY LOOKS LIKE THE THING THAT COMES OUT OF MY RECTAL OPENING aka THE ASS???

I mean... Look! Every cute girl I see has some ape-looking fool carressing her.. Damn!

It gives me the creeps..

Oh well.. Should get back to studying already... 5 more pages to go! Eat that OMAR! .!.

Something about something..

What's with people nowadays? How come the bad get stuff and the good get squat?

Its like noodles and philosphy... Do you see how they relate to each other? Neither do I.. The more you try to know about it.. The dumber you get... Its all just one f*cked up thing to me...

*sigh* The world is unfair.. At one point in time, you're on top of the world... The next you're down there.. Eating dust and shit... *sigh*

And what's with people and pets? How come people like to spend tons of money on dogs? Or cats? 5k for a German Shepherd.. 10 if its a female with papers.. Like *duh*... I'd rather buy myself something else...

Why don't people take care of a rock? I mean... Rocks don't need care.. No food.. No need to walk them.. No baths... The works!! Take my advice.. Rocks.. The way to be..

I'm just ranting about several senseless stuff... How come I'm doing this? Its because my life is devoid of meaning... I'm the just the most f*cking gullible guy in the whole freaking universe... I fall for it everytime..

Hey.. If anyone of you want a kick out of your skills in fooling someone.. Start on me... Practice makes perfect... You could tell me that my shoelaces are untied and then kick me in the crotch if I'm not looking.. Classic...

I'm not stupid... I just trust people easily... That's I why I hate myself so much... Its like I'm one big walking practical joke... I won't be surprised if people point and stare at me... Nyahaha!

The world is evil.. I tell you that... As evil as you make it to be... Evilness is key..

I'm not evil.. I'm just confused, chaotic and downright no good...

I'm just frustrated and CONFUSED... End..

A Choice..

Hmmm... What to do..? I have spent countless nights thinking about it... The task itself is tedious... Argghh.. The tension is too much!! I can't take it anymore! Should I stand up and take a glass of water? or should I just lie and wait for someone to wet my whistle? Dammit!! *Sigh* Thankfully enough, I mustered enough strength to get up... And boy did it ever feel good!! Its like being bathed in water without the water!! So this is how good it feels to get something you worked so hard for... Hmmm.. I should do things more often.. Come college, I'll be more in a pickle! I should discard my evil ways and study, study, study!! ARGGH!! can I do it?? What if I can't?? Only God knows... Amen.

=)

Woo!

OK ra man diay ning kinabuhi.a.. Ehehe.. No need to die yet.. :P

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