I've been in PI for two weeks, and I'm hoping that in time I will get used to the fact that I actually exists here because more often than not I still feel like a stranger, merely passing by. Everything about me is different starting with the way I wear my make-up, my clothing style, and my attitude about things. I still need to get used to the reliable, but somewhat unstable power supply and water supply. Surprisingly, my internet here is a lot faster than the supposedly high-speed internet I had in BKK. People are trying to accept me in the society, therefore everybody is being friendly, and they show it by interrogating me, even almost pestering me about the intimate details of my life. I guess, that's not a bad thing that people genuinely want to know me, but I've gotten used to 'blending in with the mob' and being an unknown in the middle of the crowd while I was away. I'm relieve that everywhere I go people speak Tagalog, English, and a few other dialects leaving little room for misunderstandings unless, I start being sarcastic or decide to be difficult. Despite all the quirks about being here, I realized that some things never change. I still very much enjoy the fresh calm air, the slow-paced way of life, the genuineness and friendliness of the people and their widely popular world-class hospitality. I know that sometimes I feel like a stranger here, but even strangers need a home. I am home!
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
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