Easy Poem About Philippines Country Novels & Stories

“Malay mo diba hindi pala kami ang maging ending ng isa’t-isa. Sa panahon ngayon, mahirap nang magsalita ng tapos. Everything can change for a second.” Tumahimik ulit sa loob ng sasakyan. Pinagmasdan ko na lamang ang payapang gabi sa labas ng bintana. Ibang-iba talaga ang buhay dito kumpara sa Manila. Bawat gabi, ang tahimik. Ang sarap sa pakiramdam. Mas masarap lang sa pakiramdam kung wala kang masyadong iniisip. “Daddy, are we going to stay here in Batangas for good?”

I tapped Max's face continuously to wake him up. "What?~ I'm sorry." I startled him and made him sit properly. So I pulled him back near me and whispered to him. "People are staring at us and I'm getting anxious." "Oh?" He chuckled and weirdly looked at me. "What?" I asked him, totally confused. "Well, the Philippines can be one of those conservative countries. That whenever they'll see people displaying their affection in public, they find it different." Oh, I see. Looks like this place is not for me.

Chapter 27 This is not truly the Philippines. There is no winter in the Philippines. Philippines is a tropical country, near the equator. When I was young, I wanted to feel and experience real snow-touch it with my skin. I said to myself that I want to stay in a place with a winter season and stay there, forever. But now that I am in a place that has a snowy season, I deeply regret my childhood wish. It is really true, that the grass looks greener on the other side of the fence.

We picked up our belongings and went to our new room. We arranged the equipment in our new room because we still have the last subject. We have baking today and we will make butter cookies. We also baked before but it was an epic fail. We baked pandesal. Pandesal is a common bread roll in the Philippines. Usually, pandesal serves in the morning for breakfast and in the afternoon for merienda. Our group did it well but there are some groups that the finished product is just like a stone because of the hardness. The shape is similar to a computer mouse. So funny. #EPICFAIL Butter cookies are easy to bake because we have experience doing it when we were in 8th grade. The ingredients are simple

Now, all my struggle was how to become a good mother and a good wife to my husband. "Palengke is a market , right? You are really Filipino, mom." "And I loved it, honey! You know that when I was there in South Carolina, I missed this place. I miss roaming around the streets of the Philippines. I want to become a total Filipino! I would love to speak the language fluently! Now, I am learning somehow." "Uhm? Really, mom? Can you teach me some words?" "Sure!" she responded abruptly. "Come on."

With a heavy heart, I recited the entire poem, my tears mingling with the snow as I sobbed. “Fair lilacs of my thousand dreams, My heart amid you thrills and teems, With thoughts, and hopes of life to be. That seeks to win the soul of me.” My gaze was fixed outside the plane, observing the clouds and cities, then the vast ocean below me. I'm heading home to the Philippines. I still can't believe what happened. But why am I not happy? I achieved what I wanted, justice for my friend, but it seems like something is still missing.

“Are you not informed that the Philippines is also a democratic country? It means that I am free to speak my mind.” “Freedom has limitations,” I said. “So?” “See yourself if you are not stepping out of line.” “Oh, mommy? Are you hurt? Do you want me to say sorry now? How does daddy tame you when you're upset? Is he letting you touch his body?” My hands are shaking due to anger and fright. “I think you are wrong when you told me that I should not trust Filipinos. I forgot that every country has securities, such as buildings like this. And there's customers’ service that will be glad to help, I'm sure. Try to annoy me and I'm going to call them.”

Outside, it was sunny Saturday afternoon in sleepy Emerald Wood’s Village on one of the seven thousand six hundred forty tropical islands in the Philippines. For a couple of hours now, I have been fidgeting in my seat. Since earlier, I have been battling in my head on whether to speak what’s on my mind or just to keep it to myself for the fear that in any moment, an angry lion would just grab and twist my neck if I make a mistake.

I had waited my whole life to discover my roots, my siblings, and whether my parents existed somewhere. When I heard the call, I promptly stood up and followed the crowd. The Philippines is densely populated, but I admire the genuine nature of the people. They always have a smile on their faces, seemingly without any worries. It's heartwarming to know that I share their blood. I take pride in having Filipino blood. "Miss, miss, excuse me!" I heard from a little girl tugging at the sleeve of my shirt. I bent down. She looked to be about seven or six years old, holding a stuffed toy.

"Seriously, Dummy? Seriously?" "Kailan ka ba nabuhay at ganyan ka maka-react?" natatawa niyang sabi kaya sinamaan ko ito ng tingin. Bumungisingis naman ito saka tinitigan ang skwelahan. "Didn't you know, most school in the Philippines were once a cemetery." naniningkit ang matang napangiwi ako. "It's normal, you know." If its already a school, how am I supposed to find that thing?