Filipino Traits Example Novels & Stories

asked my middle child, Isaac Montecillo, the most mischievous of the three. “Ya estamos en Filipinas. ¿Estabas durmiendo otra vez, Isaac, cuando hablamos de venir aquí? (We’re already in the Philippines. Were you sleeping again, Isaac, when we talked about coming here?)” my eldest, Maximo Julian Montecillo, asked without much enthusiasm, engrossed in his book as usual. He takes after his father. Even his looks are a spitting image of him. Annoying! Wouldn’t it be better if he took after me, since he was the first one out? Martin's genes are strong!

I didn't chastise demure and simply let him to sit near me. We're fighting over these dishes, which include meats, pork, and beef. Vegetables, fruit, and shellfish are all on the menu. The shrimp drew my attention; it's one of my favorites, and I have to eat it with my hands. Fortunately, my Grandma taught me how to eat with my hands; she's a Filipina who lives in the Philippines. I've only been there three times in my life, but it's quite nice. All of my cousins are friendly and helpful. It's a lot of fun to play with them. Perhaps I'll visit them soon, either alone or maybe with acquirer this time.

---------------------------- Philippines Day and night, there's kids running the streets, or adults drinking with their friends. Despite what Filipinos call as 'Barangay tanod' roaming the streets, it looks difficult for them to control the constituents of their Barangay. Kids are erratic, they have issues with authority, and most of them no longer respects their adults.

That's one of the oldest places on earth as the bible says; it's one of the holy places. Is this why Elijah looks like this? His beauty as a man seems to be unmatched. Whether I admit it to myself or not, people were so beautiful back then that over time, people's looks seem to change as well. There are different races so the appearance changes. Even in America, there are few pure Americans left. Everyone has a different race. Even in the Philippines, it is the same. The Philippines were colonized by Spaniards for 400 years. So almost all Filipinos have mixed Spanish blood.

L extended his hand to Patrice. Patrice rolled her eyes and opened the locker. L smiled as he placed the books in. Patrice locked it and faced L. “Come on?” She asked. L nodded and started to walk behind Patrice. He is smiling. Damn, the cold Lance Kim is smiling widely in this dismissal time. Trust me, all the girls who saw him smile are melting in joy. Melting in ‘Kilig’-ness (A/N: Kilig is a Filipino term for giddy, excited, etc.)

Magkahalong Chinese at Filipino features ang kanyang mukha na medyo may pagkasingkit ang kanyang mga mata dahil Filipino-Chinese ang kanyang ina samantalang purong Pilipino ang amang si Don Fernando. Kung mga success story ang mababasa sa mga magazines tungkol sa kanyang career ay lingid naman sa kaalaman ng mga tao ang mga paghihirap niya nang mamatay ang kanyang ama. Nabaon sila sa utang kaya ang mga kompanya na dating pinamamahalaan ng ama ay nawala sa kanila. Ang tanging natira, ang HAPPY-GO-FAMILY Corp.

He was gentle to his crewmates and supported them to do a good job. Other than him, he has two friends. It seems like they were called Trenton and Patrick. Damn, they were all handsome and tall! How come Filipinos have good genes, even the ladies in the pageant were superb! How come they were all human beings, they looked like gods and goddesses! Their masculinity and feminity were very diverse compared here in China.

I have never met the man, but his smile is sinister and he has a frightening vibe to him. I am not the kind of person to judge. Half the time people assume I am something that I am not. Thanks to a very drunken night with Inette, I found out through a website and some saliva spit what nationality I am. I am half Filipino and half Japanese, and although it is a different mix, many people are rude to me because of it. But this guy? He screams bad. Miss O'Neal used to always tell me that I had a gift for knowing people's true self. I never understood what she meant until this moment.

Wendell glared at his boss and announced, "I think - I think it's flattering how you are struggling to guess my race, Sir, especially considering how I have worked for you for the past, I don't know... four years?" "No, I am not Chinese, nor am I from Japan. And no, I'm not Latino either. Sir Andrew, I'm sure you know by now that I am not a hybrid. I am one hundred percent Filipino." Wendell announced. "And I eat chicken adobo rice a lot. It isn't just any chicken." "Sure, my last name suggests it may be Spanish, but that's only because Spain colonized our country for so long," he explained. "Just look at my nose - it's broad."

Julia mentions it. "We're a missionary from the Philippines looking for accommodation somewhere near the church," the guys explained. "Ah, we have an old mission house inside built by my missionary parents. But they aren't here. You should help us clear out the area as a favor?" Julia asks for assistance. His companion arrives. "They all look an Asian like our mother. Their eyes look weary but with a significant amount of Christian qualities such as endurance, patience, gentleness, and kindness," Carina remarks.