When I was young, my titos and titas always ask me if I want to go abroad with my father or stay here in the Philippines with my mom - and then I proudly answer that I’ll stay here with my mom because nobody will take care of her when I’m gone. However, in some horrible cases, when I did something wrong and my mom scolded me and made me cry , I always shout to her that I want to be with my father and go to the states with him. So its a case to case basis where I want to go and I just don’t take it seriously. I just laugh at it when somebody ask me if I’ll go or not.

Now, I am in college and I have to decide for myself whether I should go or not. Staying here in your own country is really great because you do your stuffs with your friends and family plus you already coped the culture and how people manage to live their daily lives BUT… let’s just accept the fact that the opportunity here is just.. so.. LOW.. compared to other industrialized countries like the US.

“US can give you lots of privilege to choose plus you can see snow, go eat whatever food you want, and go wherever you want as long as you have a car.” That’s what my father said to me, probably he noticed that I am still hesitant to go abroad. But.. honestly, I am not going there to experience it all, I want to go there so that I could give my parents a good life.. and myself too. SO NOW… I have risked it all, didn’t grab the opportunity to graduate college so that I could prepare my US Visa and hoping for the best.. and yeah, I have got it all, plane ticket is on its way and I can’t help myself but to … sob every night.

At the end of this month -could be the most sad yet happy yet so sad moment of my life … I’M LEAVING ON A JETPLANE..Oh god. I hope everything will be ok.

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by Anne C. Silva, Philippine Star Supreme

“May pulis, may pulis sa ilalim ng tulay…”

I really wish I were singing the novelty song at that moment, to make the situation more movie-perfect. There I was, in high spirits, fresh from a good lunch in Serendra, thinking about what a great day I was having. I’m sure the rest of the driving population can relate when I say it all turned around and changed for the worse after I was pulled over for Jesus-knows-what-this-time.

I was apprehended for violating the number coding scheme along McKinley Road, where I thought window hours were implemented. Actually, I was pretty sure I was safe from any tickets because I tweeted at the Metro Manila Development Authority (MMDA), arguably the authority most associated with number coding, to verify it. However, a man in dark blue waved at me and motioned for me to pull over halfway down the road. “Ma’am, coding po kayo.” Huh? Isn’t the window until 3 p.m.? “Kuya, 2:30 palang. Diba may window hanggang 3? Nagtanong ako sa MMDA, may window daw dito.” To which he replied, “Ma’am, hindi po ‘to jurisdiction ng MMDA. Makati po dito.” Damn it.

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