The Probinsyana's Diary: July 21, 2011

Dear Diary,

You know what sucks about being in the city? You know you have a lot of friends but everyone is just too busy for each other. So everyone pretends instead that it's okay to catch up through cyber space. Facebook, Twitter, Blogger, Foursquare, Google+, Tumblr, or whatever social networking sites you can think of.

These sites are supposed to bridge the distance. Fuck that! What distance?

I am a talker. Obviously, I am. For the past 2 years of this blog's existence, I have talked about so many things, given my screwed up opinions on little things that does not matter, and ranted about so many things I care about with all passion. What's the use of all this rant, rage, passion, and extreme emotion if I don't channel it through writing, right?

THE OLDEST PUMP BOAT EVER IN PANAGSAMA BEACH

And so for the past month or so I have found solace in being in my mom's hometown. I dubbed myself probinsyana, and promised that for at least a month, I will be making this place my home too.

I love how people seem to know everyone. From the oldest to the youngest. Everyone is always referred to as someone's son or daughter, or grandchild, or even great grandchild! Time does not exist in the our little fishing village. Everyone has time. Everyone is laid back. And I thought my Cebu City takes things slow. But in our "probinsya", this probinsyana takes things slower.

Sure when I am there I do stuff. I went there on a mission. I am still on that mission. But even with the tons of things I have to do, I still find myself having enough time to chitchat, to take a nap (YES, A NAP! A REAL ONE!), and even visit neighbors! Yes, real neighbors, mostly relatives but neighbors nonetheless. To my friends living in the city, when was the last time you visited a neighbor and just talked about... well, your other neighbors? Huh?

Life is simple in the province. You don't need to go far and wide to find inspiration. Inspiration is right outside your doorstep. You don't need to buy fresh air in the province. You don't need to ask God to give you more time. Every single second is for you.

My head gets full and noisy when I am there. My narcissism gets the best of me at times. My ideas are bloated beyond proportions, and I dream endlessly when I am there.

Too bad I am not used to the art of doing nothing. I was programmed to always be busy. I was programmed to be drawn to corporate slavery. So even if I am whored out with the "job" that I am doing, I sometimes get sick of the the quiet noise that I am starting to get accustomed to.

Who knows, maybe I will. Maybe I wont. Only time can tell. All I know is my heart wants to be where the sounds of the waves crashing are made. Where the stars are brighter, the sun warmer, and time is slower.

Peace out and a lot of island love.

Your Probinsyana

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