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On Board the MV Logos Hope!

It was my first visit to the vessel, though I’ve been planning to come for years. I am a failure that way.

Logos Hope is actually the new ship, the fourth one the organization utilized. It is run by a German charitable organization whose goal is to bring “knowledge to the world”, though there’s a heavy Christian theme throughout. The crew ¬†is made up of different nationalities and live on board for about two years.

It was an easy commute for me from Taft-Vito Cruz. I just took the LRT1 to Carriedo station and from there, rode a jeep with a sign that says “Pier”. I’m a very “let’s take a cab” kind of girl because I’m lazy and get lost easily so I’m telling you, it’s a no-brainer commute.

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Ex-player teaches football to street kids in the Philippines, and nobody in the local news knows

Fate must really want me to blog because I’ve been encountering lots of interesting people lately.

I was on my usual past-midnight run to 7-11 to buy some snacks. Since my sister’s still awake, ostensibly studying but really watching Pretty Little Liars, she asked for me to grab her a couple of items too. This resulted a shitload of items, and at around four in the morning, it really isn’t that much of a stretch for the guy behind me in the counter to comment, “Got the munchies?”

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People Power, 26 Years Later

Yesterday was the 26th anniversary of  People Power, and with our current president the offspring of the two main figureheads of that revolution, it was sure to have been a spectacular celebration. This entry is not a coverage of the celebrations or an introspection on the past 26 post-People Power years. It is merely a post about a rather nice conversation with a cab driver about the (first) EDSA revolution.


Around 6 AM yesterday, Marj and I finally decided to go home from our regular time-wasting after work. (I almost typed “Friday night out”, but ‘night out’ invokes images of booze and dancing or whatever it is that earning people do on a Friday night in their early- to mid-20s.) So I hailed a cab as usual, rather, a cab stopped in front of us and Marj graciously let me have it because as she announced in front of some officemates, I badly need to pee.

Usually, I put on earphones and listen to the music of my own choosing instead of the radio stations that most cab drivers have on (“Kailangan pa bang i-memorize yan?”/”Ambot sa kambing na may bangs!” What does the last one even mean?) but since traffic updates were on, I vetoed against the earphones.

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