I went to the World Trade Center earlier, 8 am, only to be notified that I can't go in because I was carrying a lighter. Fair enough, gotta respect security measures, right? But the Pasay police by the entrance was asking me to leave my cigarettes too, no name tag, no number tag, no shit --- and the tenacity of these officers to tell me this while enjoying the confiscated spoils in the form of home-made baon, liters of beverage and cartons of cigarettes. Another guard moves in from his post to grab a handful of snacks, then walks back.
"Kung ayaw mo iwan yosi mo, sige, i-yosi mo muna lahat yan, papapasukin ka namin."
I mean, what would I