“So where are you from?”
“I’m from Singapore…”
“But you’re not Singaporean, are you? You have a different accent…”
“I’m not. I’m a Filipino but I’m based in Singapore now…” And before I know it, I”ve explained my life for the past two months to someone who doesn’t necessarily want to hear it, and is just making before-dinner cocktail-party conversation. I must have done several versions of this conversation in the past three days. Oh well, that’s life in a press trip that includes press from all over the world—except the Philippines, another favorite topic…
“You’re from the Philippines? I’ve never been! I’ve always wanted to go…”
“You should. My country’s crazy but really great,”—this is me, doing my bit to add more tourism dollars to the coffers.
“But isn’t it expensive though? I mean, you need to get two flights to get anywhere and the airfare is just so expensive! You’re so cut off from the main land…”
I never know how to respond to this also—coz it’s true. As some friends say—we’re the stepchild of the Asian continent, recognized as part of the group, but not really accepted, haha!