Time In Ph Novels & Stories

My Mom and Dad were in US and they didn't know what's really happening to me here in the Philippines. I run back to my room to get my bag, run to the kitchen and took my provision. "Oh my gosh!" I exclaimed and run back to my room again because I left my cellphone on my bed. Then, I run outside the apartment and took my bike. "Gosh!" I mumbled while looking at my wrist watch. It's already 7:46 am and my work will start on 8:00 am. I hastily ride on my bike and with God's grace, I reached the bakeshop at 7:55 am.

" Yeah..if you are going home, then hurry up. There's an express at 4:30. It reaches Pattaya at 6:15 Pm. After that there's a bus at 5:30 too. But it's local. It will be 8 when you finally reach home." " Oh..okay.", Phet nodded. " Let me go pick my stuff fast." " Yeah..then see you at the bus station.", Oak said and climbed up the stairs. Phet turned around and ran to his dorm whilst thinking ' Why can't he wait for me at the gates ? Rude ! Between where is bus station ?' ...

She hurriedly searched for her phone and then picked it up to answer the call. "Hello?" [Chelsea, do you think I should wake you up?] "Kent? Have a wonderful day..." [Welcome to the morning. I am so sorry, Chelsea, but I completely forgot that it is only six in the morning in the Philippines. If you have not yet awakened, you are free to return to your previous state of sleep.] "Don't worry about it, what time is it anyway, and is there a problem?" [The competition is drawing to a close, and I wanted to ask you how things were going with your designs before the submission period ends.]

After a few minutes of zoning out, she started getting ready for bed. By 8 PM, she was lying on her soft bed, phone in hand. A big smile spread across her face when she saw the pictures Pating had sent her. “Isayyyy... Finally! Your house is done!” The message was from Pating. It was just before 9 AM in the Philippines, and Pating probably wasn’t very busy. Izzy smiled again and tapped the video call button. Pating answered on the second ring. “Isayyyy!!!”

He adjusted his seat and leaned his head on the backrest before he closed his eyes. I stare at his face. I first noticed his jaw, followed by his thin lips, sharp nose, and deep eyes. I sniffed at the thought. He's obviously handsome. He's just so arrogant and... playboy. I sat up and leaned out the window. Pinikit ko ang mga mata at sinimulang umidlip. Ladies & Gentlemen, now we're approaching Manila where the local time is 09:15 am. At this stage you should be in your seat with your seatbelt firmly, fastened...

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!

“You can call me whenever you like; I’ll always have time for you." “Oh, come on, you’re just being silly.” I grinned. I can’t help but envision how Ady looked at me on the phone. “How’s Granny doing?” she asked. “Grandma is doing well because the person caring for her is quite attractive.” I let out a little laugh. “Are you heading back home?” “We still have around four hours left until we arrive in Manila." “I’ll pick you up.” “Huh? We arrived at night, and that’s embarrassing.”

nakangisi niyang sabi rito. Malakas siyang tinawanan ng lalaki. "hindi kita binobola. By the way, anong oras ang pasok mo?" tumingin siya sa cellphone niya. "Mamaya pang 1:00 pm hanggang 4:00 pm." Malawak ang naging ngisi ng lalaki sa kan'ya. "Bakit na naman?" taas kilay niyang tanong dito.

He said. "Yeah, 5:30 PM. It's standard eight hours here, but I'm always available. Well... I'm always available from 7.30 till 8 pm." "Wow, you do love the job then. No hurrying to leave like when you worked at Ever-Good." He had stood up, and she was seeing him out of her office now. "I never hurry, sir- Mr. Phil." She covered her mouth with her hand briefly when she realized her mistake.

Phillian breathed a deep sigh of relief when he heard on the news that the typhoon had finally exited the Philippine Area of Responsibility. According to the local reports, the sun would once again shine over Contreras the following morning. At around eight in the evening, he arrived back at the beach house. Instead of going inside immediately, he stayed in his truck for a while to watch the evening news on his phone. It was a live online stream that provided legitimate information directly from PAG-ASA, his trusted source for reliable weather updates. Now that he was certain tomorrow’s weather would be clear, he could finally sleep in until noon.