Some friends where I work far from home tent to ask why would I keep bringing my self home to my family and folks. I can never find the exact answer to explain that for they never come to my hometown. Actually the answer is as simple as we are all breathing the free air, that I'll never be able to fully bring my heart away from the place where I born. Same reason I can never forget and put my heart apart from the place where I grew up with lots of love of my beloved. No matter how far I'd go there'll be always unseen wires tie me to my homeland; wires of the love, hope, and prays of my beloved... It is quite unexplainable but I'll try.
My home land is in a country side call Bukik Tandang... A village where most people are natural farmers. We grow rice, vegetables, fruits, and other plants for industries. Well, actually the place is quite remote since it is surrounded by hills and mountains, thus the scenery is impressively amazing. Most villagers cultivate the hills to grows fruits and industrial plants. Thus, the forest in the hills is no longer 'untouchable' but already set in a certain maintenance to earn money for everyday lining. Lots of place we can enjoy times with nature and the comfort of local social hospitality and cultures. (to be continued)
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