Off to SG

I am writing in this in the Departure Lounge of the Diosdado Macapagal International Airport in Clark, Pampanga.

In a matter of hours, I'd be in Singapore. Very exciting. Although the immigration people were quite skeptical that I would just be staying with my friend's brother. They were asking for something more of a hotel reservation or a letter of invitation from the person we're staying with. I guess they're suspecting I'd be a stow-away in the city. We weren't aware that such documents are needed.

"I love my job here in the Philippines, thank you very much." I indignantly said as the officer inquired about my work information here, probably to make sure I wouldn't be going to Singapore to look for a job.  

We just shrugged as they said, "Next time ha."

Now looking around the airport makes we wonder where people are going and why they're leaving. You can immediately tell apart those going away for vacation and those going away for work.

The ones going on vacation look all quirky and bubbly, wearing cargo pants or short skirts. Worn like a necklace are their cameras, and the playful banters with their families and friends would just keep on coming.

Those who'd be going away for work are the serious ones, bordering on gloomy and bored. Quiet. That's just the vibe. They look as if they've been travelling in and out of the country for a hundred times. They'd immediately fall asleep even before the plane goes for take off.

The airport is a place full of wonder. There's a story behind every arrival and departure.

I wonder what's going to be my story.