'ma | 
05 25th, 2005| 
Yesterday, was the day I was told to go to the US Embassy for my interview. If it wasn’t for the constant prodding of my parents and my siblings, I wouldn’t really want to go. Everytime I go there, I feel humiliated of having to stand in line for several hours and what? just to be asked a few questions and all of a sudden they could already decide that I didn’t have what it takes to be issued a US Visa?
Honestly, I was already hopeful that by a stroke of luck or a miracle perhaps, the consul would see that I am honest and that all I wanted to do was to visit my relatives in the US and come back here where I am not a second class citizen and that I am treated with respect because I have already accomplished much in life.
But then as expected, after having been given a 7:30 a.m. appointment and being asked to report at least one hour before, I managed to get finger-scanned at around 8:30 and interviewed at around 10:00.
And again as expected, after asking me a few rather trivial questions, and asking me to show him the documents I have on hand, the consul, decides (once more) that I do not have sufficient proof that I have enough ties for me to go back to the Philippines.
I really felt disappointed not because I was refused the visa but because I once again allowed everybody to talk me into subjecting myself to another round of humiliation by doing what I did. Not to mention the fact that I spent $100 just to do that.
In the end, all I could say to console myself was that it was not time for me to leave and that I still have a lot of things to do here and that it is God’s way of telling me that you cannot escape what you are meant to accomplish… yah right!
Anyway, I guess after striking out for the nth time, I don’t think I will be subjecting myself to another such exercise anytime soon… 