Igorota

On the 15th of July...

I was born to Cordilleran parents and bred completely for at least 26 years in the mountainous Cordillera. I belong to the minority Kankana-ey of the tribe Igorot.

I never pictured how ugly they seem to describe from the mean if not ignorant mouths of fellows. To the defense of truth, of course, I did raise a flag of a win after some dialogue of extoling my race.

I am just like you-- all human. These what-nots you have in mind be erased with this concrete evidence. With the national costume, we also have our own G-string (imagined as tail of Igorots) for the male and wrap-around for the female.

Together, Highlanders, we toast our tapey this special rambak of our region!

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