Inception of my travel mishaps series
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I admit, from time to time, I am still guilty of adopting Machiavellian ethics: The end justifies the means.
Pagdating kasi sa usapin ng trabaho ayaw kong nagpapanggap pero hindi naman tatanggapin ang rason kung sasabihin ang totoo. Kaya nung nakaraang Sabado sa kalagitnaang ng pagpupulong kinailangan kong tumakas sa tulong ng isang kasabwat na kaibigan. Hindi ko na elaborate kung ano ginawa ko
. Pero kailangan kong umalis para dumalo sa ilang personal na obligasyon. Ito nga ay ang libreng seminar tungkol sa migrasyon sa New Zealand. Bagama’t hapon na ko nakabalik at wala akong ma-irason sa pagsita sa akin ng aking pinuno, sabay tikom bibig na parang napipi, malakas ang kabog ng dibdib, nandun ang takot, eto yung mga pagkakataon kailangan talaga kapalan ng mukha. By sharing this, I am not encouraging to influence in any negative way nor am I trying to prove anything or saying that my ways are right and the other is wrong.
Yes, in spite of my unpleasant experience at the immigration. I still find New Zealand an ideal place to live and to settle down. I attended the free seminar to seek first and foremost if my unresolved case could affect if I push through with the plans.
In this specific post, I wish to share with you dear readers about my unfortunate experience at the NZ immigration. I don’t mean to incite any anger or rage or whatever. It is my hope that others would learn something from what had happen to me so that, you, my fellow travelers would not have to encounter unnecessary travel mishaps. Especially, for women explorers who are traveling alone. To minimize mishaps (if not totally prevented) for a more enjoyable travel. Continue reading











