Marinong Pinoy

15/11/2025

⛴️ A passenger ferry carrying 165 passengers collided with a tanker in Singapore.

30/10/2025

Dollar Exchange:
1 USD = 59.13 PHP

OFW: Yay, mataas na ang palitan!

Family in PH: Yay, mataas na rin lahat - presyo ng kuryente, tubig, stress!

Dollar is strong but Utang is stronger!

Dollar is not Dollaring!

25/10/2025

‼️Mental Health Reminder for Seafarers‼️

Out there at sea, the waves outside aren’t the only ones we face, sometimes, the roughest ones are inside our minds.

Remember:

*It’s okay to feel tired or lonely, that doesn’t make you weak.

*Talk to someone; a crewmate, a friend, or family. You are not alone.

*Take a few minutes each day for yourself: breathe, stretch, pray, or just stare at the horizon.

*Rest is part of the job, you can’t steer the ship well if you’re running on empty.

Your mental health matters as much as the ship’s condition.

A sound mind keeps the voyage steady!!!

19/10/2025

Yellow fever is waiving
from lifetime to 1yr validity

16/10/2025

19/09/2025

16/09/2025

AB’s Story: Fifteen Years at Sea

I’ve been an able-bodied seaman for fifteen years now. Some people say, “Wow, ang tagal mo na sa barko, dapat officer ka na!” But not everyone’s journey is the same. Not everyone climbs the ranks. Some of us simply stay where we are—not because we’re weak, but because life brought us here.

When I first joined, I had dreams of becoming an officer. I studied hard, I listened, I tried to keep up. But along the way, family responsibilities piled up. Every contract, I sent my allotment home, and slowly I realized: maybe my role isn’t to chase stripes on my shoulder, but to make sure my kids can wear uniforms of their own in school.

Life as an AB is not easy. My hands are rough from years of rope handling, paint, rust, and steel. I’ve climbed masts under the scorching sun, held on to the deck while waves slammed hard, and spent sleepless nights on lookout, staring at nothing but darkness and lights from distant ships. The sea has been both my battlefield and my teacher.

There were times I almost gave up—times I asked myself, “Hanggang kailan pa ba ako magpapagod?” But then I’d see my children’s graduation pictures, or hear my wife’s voice on the phone saying, “Kaya mo ’yan, mahal.” And I’d realize that my sacrifice is not in vain.

Fifteen years at sea taught me this: being a seafarer is not about titles. It’s about resilience. It’s about waking up when your body wants to sleep, doing the dirty jobs that no one sees, and still finding pride in the small things—like a freshly painted deck, a safe voyage completed, or simply going home alive after every contract.

I may not have reached the highest rank, but I’ve earned something else—respect for my hard work, dignity in my sacrifices, and the quiet strength that only the sea can give.

To the young ones dreaming of officer’s stripes, go for it. Chase your goals. But also know this: even if you remain an AB, an oiler, a cook, or a wiper—you are still the backbone of every vessel. Without us, the ship cannot sail.

So to my fellow seafarers, whether you’re a cadet, officer, or rank-and-file—saludo ako sa inyo. We are all sailors of the same sea, fighters of the same storms, and dreamers of the same home.

13/09/2025