I started blogging circa 2004. Apart from my slightly poor grammar skills then, my mind was very different at the time. And this cringy writing style went on for about 5ish more years. I threw away majority of my previous journal entries out of shame 😆 . But some made it to the cut, like this one, just something to laugh at or roll eyes with.
During this week’s frequent trips to the police station (not because of domestic and international violence, but because of my lost bike), I observed the kind of police stations they have.
The atmosphere is almost the same as what we have in Pinas. I haven’t really had entered a police station back at Pinas because I’m an angel. 😀 But well I was basing my comparison to the one I saw in the tagalog movies I got to watch in the buses.
Except that the police are always online, everyone have their gadget of some sort where they can monitor some traffics or whatever they were looking on there. And there’s police stations everywhere. One time, when I was looking for my Japanese classroom in Kamata (wherein I searched in vain), the only people I asked directions to were the police, since I can find a police station in the most corners of the streets. One police told me the wrong direction. When I realized I was wrong (I asked a fireman in the fire station this time). I went back to that police and told him he was wrong. He said sorry a lot of times, and became so accommodating that he almost wanted to join me in my search. But I didn’t want to, I preferred to be alone in my adventures.
One thing that I really appreciated very much was that there’s no kotongan. They’re honest and credible. I am not afraid to the police here because I know that they’re good.
Oh well, blah blah blah. I never met any real police in my city except for my brother’s godfather. I am not against them. I know there are still good policemen in my country. But most of the police people I observed especially at my hometown were assholes. They’ll let you go if you give them 20 pesos or more. The result of this bullshit is that the people’s mindset on breaking the law are easy. It was like if I have no license and I knew that, I’d just say I can still drive coz if I get caught, I’ll just give them money and I can go.
Another thing, my friends and I had a gimik one night. We took the wrong u-turn, and then suddenly, policemen with machine guns came out of a discreet place and stopped us. My friend RJ had a good speech, but these assholes tried to lure my friend on giving them money (in an indirect manner). If they really wanted to implement the law, they should have stayed somewhere where people can see them, not hide themselves. It’s like they’re setting a trap and “eat” anyone who falls.
Anyway, this is one sad thing about the WEOW thing. I got to compare everything to a third world country like mine.
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