Philippine Ethnic Pattern Novels & Stories

Sobrang awkward! "Nationality?" Tanong ulit ni Señorito Halex na alam ko na ako na naman ang kinakausap nito. "Filipino." Maikling sagot nito at tinapunan ko lang ito ng tingin at ibinalik ko rin kaagad sa daan. Fuck, filipino sinabi ko eh halata naman sa itsura ko na half ako. "Half Irish." Pahabol ko na lang rito.

Turo niya sa likuran. "Nakakahiya naman," I giggled. "But okay. I wanna appreciate his products." "Naka... Nakakahiya? What's that?" "Oh, it's just a Filipino expression," iling ko. "Don't worry. I'm not bad-mouthing you." "So you're a Filipino as well? What a coincidece! He's a Filipino too! You two could get along pretty well," ngiti niya. Eh? Pilipino rin? May mga Pilipino din palang nakikipagsalaparan dito for pastries? I mean, if you're a Filipino then you are probably good at something. We excel in our passions because we are known to be hardworking individuals.

Umikot ang mga mata nito. "My Mom is a Filipina, it's a requirement in our household to learn our culture. And you know Filipina Mom's, they're pretty persuasive." Sagot nito. And I couldn't agree more. Because it's the same thing in our family. We are forced to learn Chinese culture. My Mom and Rommel are both pure blooded Chinese but because they decided to live in the Philippines because of their business they were forced to learn the culture as well. I really do hope that they let go the Chinese to Chinese thing.

Napaupo siya sa malambot na kama at tinitigan ang binata. "My mommy is married and that's my daddy. They were left in the Philippines. So if you're going to say nonsense, get out." Saad niya. Ayaw niya kasing makarinig ng kung ano tungkol sa napapansin niya rin sa ina. Gusto niyang magbulag bulagan. Nakita niya namang ngumisi ang lalaki. “Wow! You're just here for the first day, pero feeling rich kid kana? Is that the attitude of ignorant women in the Philippines?” Nanunuyang saad nito.

Nakipag kamay kaming dalawa ni Jam biniro pa nga namin ang mga ito na para silang mga intsik. "Yes because we're chinese and japanese," sagot naman ni mr. Enrique raw ang pangalan. Ngayon ko lang napagtanto na ang mga mayayaman sa bansa namin ay ang mga may ibang lahi gaya nila Steve at William hindi naman purong mga filipino rin ang mga ito. Kita mo naman very genius sila, ang IQ grabe taas...hindi gaya sa amin na halos pigain ko na ang aking utak pero wala pa rin.

All I know is that I'm happy and enjoying her company, her kisses, her skin and body. Sa Turkey, conservative ang mga tao roon. My Daddy raised us according to the race he grew up with. Disciplined, religious, loyal, hospitable, obsessed with health and hygiene, direct and authoritarian. Pero dahil hindi papatalo ang lahi ni Mommy, talagang humalo iyon sa amin as we are growing up. It comes out naturally dahil very authentic na tao ni Mommy, nasa loob man ng bahay ito o hindi. Never nitong hinubad ang pagiging isang Filipina niya. Nag-a-adjust sa lifestyle, culture and etcherera si Mom doon for my Dad to do the same sa kaniya.

"Wife, let me carry our daughter. Seat down, huwag kang magpapapagod dahil baka mahilo ka." "Ayos lang ako Iñigo. Hindi mo naman sinabi na may lahing Chinese pala kayo." "Si Mom lang. Si Dad naman ay Espanyol. Kung papansinin mo talaga si Mom singkit ang mata niyan; She didn't carry her Chinese because Mama grew up on her mother's side; her mother is pure Filipina and her father is pure Chinese. Dad is half-half; Filipino—Spanish. I mean, never mind. Long story—let's not talk about it."

Sambit ko sa kaniya bumuntong hininga naman siya. Natahimik na kami ng dumating na si Sir Lopez teacher namin sa history na isa ring terror. Naglesson pa siya at maya maya ay nagtatanong na. “What is the original name of the Philippines?!” tumuro naman siya ng isang estudyante at tumayo ito. “L-Las Islas F-Filipinas po S-Sir.” Utal niyang sagot. “Good! You stand up!” tumayo ang tinawag niyang estudyante.

"I'm sorry, hindi ko siya nakita. Hi, everyone." Isang senyas ang ginawa niya para maupo ito sa tabi niya. Pinadala sa Pilipinas ang batang ito dahil sumasali ito sa gang kaya sakit ito ng ulo ng tita niya sa ibang bansa. Nagsa-struggle rin ang pamilya nito sa U.K kaya in-offer niya sa kapatid ng kanyang mama na sa Pilipinas na lang ito i-transfer nang maging stable na ang negosyo ng pamilya nila. Bandang huli, sumunod din ang mommy nito sa Pilipinas dahil hiwalay din ito sa asawa. Half-Filipino at half-British din ang pinsan at ang loko, para silang pinagbiyak na bunga kaya napagkakamalan silang magkapatid dahil magkapatid ang papa niya at daddy nito pati na ang kanilang mga ina. Matatas si

Kabanata 34 KID GABRIEL ALCANTARA We returned to the Philippines after 15 years with my family; Mom Ana, Dad Earl, and my younger brother—Calebri. The reason we returned was because my mother missed the Philippines. End of the story. We never complained about her. She was the kindest yet loud because she grew up among Visayan people. I mean, the people she met or sorround her were mostly Cebuanos or Visayans.