Filipina Names Novels & Stories

We decided to hold our quadruplet party here on some of the most authentic and beautiful beaches in the Philippines. Siargao is really the most visited place here. I heard from people who experienced this beautiful and mesmerizing paradise how accommodating the place is. I've read beautiful feedback from others. And their page got a ten-over-ten rating from the tourists. They sing happy birthdays to my children. I am totally out of appetite because of Margarette, the fake! After the short program, here comes the feast. A lot of food is placed on top of the tables. There are many Filipino delicacies on the menu. I just had puto, bibingka, and dinuguan.

subukan mong magpakita sa pinas nang walang pera ipapahiya kita sa mga pinsan mo Frito" (Don't come home here in our province, try to come here in the Philippines without money, I'll embarrass you in front of your cousins.) "Hindi na kita anak, pinapahiya mo ako sa mga kamaganak ko rito.. akala ko ba naman porket hapon mapapangasawa ko giginhawa na buhay. haruki mahiya ka naman sa mga pinsan mo na naka graduate na ha p*****a kang bata ka wala kang kwenta"

She even gave me a special Chinese name. Guess what? My grandpa from the Philippines asked me to sign some important documents. He said I had to write my name and press my thumb in ink. Daddy said I was too young, but I told him, “I can write my name perfectly!” So he said okay go on. I did and Grand pa said he was very proud of me. Grand pa is so nice..I ran away from him sometimes,he pampers me like I am a glass, I mean I love it but it can be exhausting."

Her fair flawless skin that most Asian women would dream about. She is so beautiful. And she is Japanese. I once said that my mother is half Spanish and half Filipino, and my father is half Japanese and half Filipino. As known to history, years ago the Philippines was colonized by the Spanish, then the Americans and also the Japanese. So that is why some Filipinos have Spanish, Japanese or American ancestors. And my family is one of them. Although I never met my Spanish or Japanese ancestors. I never knew them.

"I didn't realize it till now." The stillness lengthened between us for a long period of time, and it was quite unpleasant. She offered her hand, and I accepted it tentatively, shaking it. “Mayette. Similar to the word 'not yet', but with an 'e' instead of a 't.' And before you wonder, it's a Filipino name. Make an effort to pronounce it correctly." "Clementia," I introduced myself. "Similar to Sem, but with a 'c' instead of an 's'. It's American, but you already recognized that one already."

I’ll be there at 4 AM! I laughed hard as I read his message. Jeez. I know him. Filipino Time always. In other countries, that's simply called “late.” In the Philippines, it's called “Filipino time.” Filipino time means being minutes to hours late compared to the standard time. It's like having our clock, albeit aware that the right time is the World Standard Time. Lou: Make sure you will be here at 4 in the morning or else, I’m going to make you starve tomorrow!

My name is Max. ‘Nanay! Where is mommy?’ ‘She’s busy right now, but don’t worry, she will come and see you soon.’ They were trying to wean him from looking for his mom. Most days, they were unsuccessful, but slowly he got distracted. ‘Good night, Max!’ ‘Good night, Nanay!’ He called her “Nanay”, the Filipino term for mother because of her origin, and she wanted him to know her as his second mom. Having no one else with him, she wanted him to remember there was someone for him and would always be, as long as he needed her.

Vee rin naman tawag nya sakin lagi. He never called me Anika pero pag galit na sya sakin ay tinatawag nya full name ko but never nya akong tinawag na Anika. Does he hate my mom? He never mentioned mom to me and I never heard him say mom's name. Anika ang pangalan ng mommy ko at hindi na nga nakapagtataka kung bakit may Anika sa pangalan ko. "Oh, Anika. Napakagandang pangalan para sa isang napakagandang dalaga." Papuri nito sakin.

“Hiraya, wake up! Hearing my name is very disappointing. It is not like any other common Filipino name. Having that name makes me an easy target for bullies in school. My mother is a Filipino language teacher. She adores the Filipino language very much. My name means the product of a person’s faith, ideas, and goals. Sometimes I get thanks to her for naming me Hiraya, because I usually don’t have conflicts in getting government documents and identification cards, and I don’t have a problem getting the same name with public offenders and criminals, because my name is very rare and I don’t share the same name with others.

I looked back at him and he wasn't even looking at me. "Isla," I said. He looked at me. "Isla? Is that even a name? How do you spell it?" "I-S-L-A," I replied. “If that’s the spelling, it should be pronounced as EES-lah.” I shook my head. “No. It’s pronounced as EYE-lah. Just like when you say the word island.” “Oh… I see. Was it inspired from the island word?” He asked again. “Yes. I’m from the Philippines and my country has 7,107 islands. And my name means devoted to God,” I explained to him.