My blog for now, and maybe, for good. I’ll promise not to promise certainty.
I am from the North (technically it’s Central Luzon, in Bongabon, Nueva Ecija, which, considering Pinas as a whole, is still the North). There, the wind smells of sun burned haystack and toasted carabao shit. The sea of green palay fields cut by intersecting pilapil reminds me of “Wonderful World”. I prefer to ride the local bus (A.L. or Eugene) and let the local wind and everything else in.
The city tires me. I wish I was forced to speak Ilokano. This blog will be a mix of posts in English and Filipino (pero mas maraming Filipino). Ayos ba?