Citystate Tower Hotel
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... little chap, who looked a bit like Yoda and insisted I called him "Browny", for no obvious reason as I doubt this had anything to do with his name. His English was pretty good and he called me "Attorney" [I had decided that a white lie about my current status of employment was better for both me and Browny than a dissection of the wisdom of leaving one's job] for the duration of the seemingly lengthy ride to whatever bar he had in mind for me. He laughed a lot ...
... walked into a “Birds of Prey” exhibit where there were about 15 small raptors that are native to the Philippines. They gave me a glove and asked if I wanted to feed the birds. The handler threw raw meat into the air and one the birds came swooping down to get the food. On his way to land on my hand, he came right across my face and scratched it. I expected to leave the exhibit with a giant gash across my face, but ...
... goal of liberating Filipinos from the rule of the Spanish Colonial Government. Revolution sparked in Manila and then spread to the whole of The Philippines but Andres Bonifacio did not win any battle against the Spaniards. He was deposed by the Illustrados (rich Filipinos) and executed in Cavite. This fact underlines the divisions in Philippine society that existed from the beginning.
Taxis were asking for several ...
... as none of the bingo workers had decided to brave the floods for work that day! Luckily for us there was an arcade next door ( appropriately named the world of fun), where somehow we all squeezed in to a tiny kareoke booth for the next few hours. 7 hours later we headed home, voices hurting and 1 man down (who had wondered off home without telling us!) It was a very fun way to spend our potentially ruined day ...
... on her hands, knees and back tell a painful story of neglect and abuse at the hands of her parents. As a little girl, Maria spent her days cowering in the corner, eyes tightly shut, arms covering head, whimpering as dustpans or brooms beat down from those people meant bestow unconditional love… “We were very poor and my parents were always fighting about money…I think I was a burden on them. I had no choice, I ran away.” At just ...