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Joshua. Julia focused on her assignment for tomorrow's class in Ms. Minchi. She already had made a bad impression, thanks to her jerk stepbrother. She must do good in her homework to please her professor. She started browsing the internet to find a relevant study about pre-colonial practice and beliefs. She found an interesting article and Slideshare. "Long before the Spaniards conquered the Philippines. The Filipino had established their own religion, society and even form of government." She read each passage as she tried to get an extract for her paper.

"Ahm yes mom, I think so, because Philippines had been invaded by other countries way back in the past, that's why we were able to adopt diffirent culture and tradition of the other parties." I remember the Christian religion was came from spain and that is why there are some Americans and half Spanish that lived in the Philippines. "You really are a genius baby." Mom proudly say. "You think so mommy?" I smiled at her. "Yeah of course, darling." she agreed. "Well you're right. I got it from you." I winked at her and laughed. "WHAT THE FUCK?!" We were interrupted when we heard commosion on the other side. We look at the direction and we saw the girl that I will never forget.

Megan could only make an unimpressed face in reply, though she saw it coming when she thought of joking about the idea. One thing to know about Filipinos (maybe even Asians in general) is that they don’t really move out of the house unless they’re completely comfortable doing so. Naturally, Filipino-Americans (often referred as Fil-Ams) are the exception to this rule. They apparently give no fucks and want to immediately move out of their respective homes. What horror.

Another reason is he just tired from walking. Simple lang yung bahay namin. Gaya ng tipikal na bahay ng mga pilipino. May halaman sa labas, maraming tsismosa at higit sa lahat marami batang nag lalaro kahit hinahabol na ng mga barangay tanod. I thank God because some of them are in the comfort of their home. So, no one sees him today. You know the toxic trait of filipinos once they saw you mingling with high profiled individual. It's either they will labeled you as a gold digger or a prostitute. The worst thing is they will not stop until you gave them a commission. That's how money controls the human mind. Most especially the desperate and ambitious.

(Note: Pagpag is a term given to left-over food, meat picked from garbage and dumps, which is then washed, cooked and sold to poor communities in Manila, Philippines) Ethan quickly ate up his entire meal as he sat in his mother's lap. She picked out the lice from his head. "Eat up and sleep quickly, okay? And don't wake up in the middle of the night" Ethan ate up and turned towards her "Seconds" He said with a smile "I'm sorry, Ethan. That's all I had today. I'll get more tomorrow" She said. He didn't say anything. Sleeping with a half filled stomach wasn't new for people in those areas of the Philippines. He quietly kept the plate aside and sat back in her lap. She caressed his head gently

It's like he just stares at me, like that. Buja later pulled out a piece of paper and handed it to him. "Fill it up. Just for information. What is your country?" "Philippines," I answered. "Oh! Filipino," said Buja. "I'm sorry but I have no Philippine passports available." "You can use any country," answered Thurstin.

Rudolf seems in agony as his wife left. Rhoda's acting simple human being with the rest. One rescued member from the US. The military base recognizes her from a distance and approaches her secretly asking about her husband. "He's home with our son Bobby." She explains as others gossip. "She's that woman with American having a checkup on the medical mission team last week," they whispered. "Nothing good comes out of a woman having American," they protested. “Come on guys, this woman is a hoar, she deserves contempt because of being a disgrace to a Filipina ideology," the woman harshly shouted.

Ashley POV At last, we finally came back. I miss the scent of my country. I look at the place and see how differs the two countries not just in appearance but also in humidity. Japan was still cold even it's summer yet here in the Philippines when you say it's summer expect that it's freaking hot. But I love it still. This is my country and I am proud of it. I hope off the chopper and look at it one last time before the operator took off and leaves us to where we take off the first time. We are at the top of the abandoned building.

The fear in their eyes was visible, as though they knew what would happen next. "So, you were all the survivors of the night, Peter put our work at risk," he started after a short while. He lit a cigarette stick hidden in his pocket before he looked at the man kneeling in the middle. "Y-Yes," the man uttered in response. The people in front of him were foreigners from a country named the Philippines. Their skin is close to tan with black hair; they are commonly mistaken for Latinos rather than Asians. Israel suddenly grabbed onto his collar, and with his cigarette, he burned the man's skin on his hand.

The drive looked at us for seconds and answered. "Yes sir," "Then let's go," He said with a smile and our driver started to drive. "When we are going to leave to go to the Philippines?" I asked my husband. We are leaving for the Philippines because we are going to help some children in need. Donate some money, give scholarships, and give them happiness. It also gives us happiness now our time is limited. When we die we can't grave our money to our grave. So we decided to share it to different countries. We usually stay for a month or months it depends on our errand.