By: Alyssa Victorino, SFU Student I learned what it meant to be homesick when I was nine. My family and I packed up everything we owned, said heavy goodbyes to family and friends, and boarded a plane from Manila. Our destination was Vancouver where we became permanent residents, and later, Canadian citizens. I left behind my sari-sari store toys and replaced them with the Vancouver 2010 Winter Olympic mascot plushies (my favourite was Mukmuk). I traded in my tank tops and flip-flops for rain jackets and snow boots and got used to the deafening silence at home. There was no more…
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[dropcap]A[/dropcap]s the Presidential race slowly reaches its climax, we begin to hear the same sayings from distraught Americans: ‘If so and so wins, I’m moving to Canada!’ But for any of you fearful Americans out there, I’ll jump out on…
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We’ve all lost someone close to us. The reality of loss is that it is an uncontrollable force. Death is a hurricane that tears people and their surroundings apart, disorienting the course of their life. As devastating as it is,…
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