Poem About Wikang Filipino Novels & Stories

sagot niya agad. Hearing those words made Euphie grin viciously. She looked up to the guy and said, “I really don't get it. Why do Filipinos have to apologize for something that we didn't really do? Called Ignorant, Pathetic and Reckless by people like you for some small damn reason, when the only thing we do was to welcome and treat you foreigners right better than we supposed to deserve.”

I learned some Tagalog phrases from my Filipino neighbours in Valencia, such as tang ina mo and ang baho ng pekpek mo which I don't have a single idea what those mean. It was a great life not until my mother died in a car accident in Barcelona while working. I was at my lowest that time. I had no idea how cruel life can be. Mentally, I was lifeless, but some Spanish friends and Filipino neighbours tried their best to help me out financially and emotionally with my mother's passing.

"Are you serious? Did they actually do that? Fuck. Sa tingin n'yo ba mapapauwi n'yo ako sa ginagawa n'yong 'yan? What were you thinking?" Oh. He said something in Filipino. That automatically caught my attention. I got curious. I mean, it's not everyday that I hear someone talking in Filipino here. Hearing someone speak my native language brought a different kind of comfort and excitement to me. Curiosity got the best of me. Before I knew it, I was already taking small steps toward the direction where the voice was coming from. I was just planning to take a peek. I have no intention of approaching the voice's owner or whatever.