Novelas y relatos de Traits Of A Filipino

He is the man who will defend his mother after his father. ... A/N: By the way, the Philippines' Park is entirely fictional. Perhaps there are other places that are nearly identical to that, but I have no idea where they are because I am always at home. *cries* When someone approaches me and attempts to chat to me, I don't panic; instead, I just try to go with the flow until I have a reason to leave. It's called courtesy (even if the other party doesn't appear to be trustworthy). End of Text.

She looked down on her hands at her lap without meeting Vivian's gaze. All of the women in their family were known to be famous beauties who embodied the Filipino ideal. They were all petite with slim frames, fair skin that almost glowed and black hair that resembled the night sky. What really set them aside from the crowd were the unusual coloring of their eyes that showed up in every generation. On a good day, Imogen liked her pale complexion. But on bad days, she wished that she was a little more tanned because she always looked pale and sickly without makeup.

"So you do admit that the village men do not like you because of this." "I'd rather use the word 'frightened' of me, it is not like they don't like me." "They don't like you," he teased. "But we Weres do." This Filip is a pathetic bastard who's desperate to find himself a slave who can carry his child. I am a very judgmental person, and I know that it isn't a really good trait. This man shows it all. His boldness and desperation. The eagerness for a mate. Imagine sending poor Mally to chase the little girl?

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.”

’ He squinted. ‘Because of Ralph.’ I admitted truthfully. That’s how you earn someone’s trust right? Be genuine and sincere. Which gave me an idea. And I was back to the edge of my seat. ‘Listen, Summer seems like a decent girl. And girls like her prefer guys who are nice and kind over guys like—.’ ‘Marco.’ Filipo slumped back in his chair. ‘What?’ ‘Marco would’ve had no problem with this. Gosh, I’m such a loser compared to him.’ Filipos buried his face into his chubby hands.

“No. I’m Filipino.” She secretly admired him. He was the first stranger she had spoken to who hadn’t mistaken her for Tuscan. Most people assumed she was Italian or Spanish, except for those who truly knew her. Her long, jet-black hair—natural for a Filipina—was inherited from her mother. Perhaps it was her eyes, a deep brown, that gave her away, unlike most Tuscans who were blue-eyed… like this man. His eyes were incredibly attractive—like magnets she couldn’t resist. “I’m half-Filipino and half Tuscan,” he said. “Come.” He gestured for her to sit beside him, and she obeyed.

John promised me, making my eyes widen even more. "W-Why?" I asked him. "What do you mean by why?" he asked me with a frown. "What I mean is why Filipino?" I asked him. "I want when you come to the palace, people will not have a hard time talking to you. That's why most of the workers there in the palace have Filipino blood, the others are pure but also know how to speak one of those requirements before they can apply inside the palace," said mother so I just stared.

“What do you see in this man?” "Dad ...." "What attracts you to my daughter?" Philip swallowed hard. The interrogation this time was much tenser than the interrogations he had before. "That's because I see Barbara as an admirable figure, Sir." "Admirable?" Paul looked dissatisfied. "My daughter can't cook, take care of the house, or work. Which aspect do you find admirable?" "Her personality, Sir. Even though she’s sometimes curt and spoiled, she has a big heart. She dares to admit her mistakes and is willing to fix them. She also never leaves the people she loves, even though they have let her down once."

I had waited my whole life to discover my roots, my siblings, and whether my parents existed somewhere. When I heard the call, I promptly stood up and followed the crowd. The Philippines is densely populated, but I admire the genuine nature of the people. They always have a smile on their faces, seemingly without any worries. It's heartwarming to know that I share their blood. I take pride in having Filipino blood. "Miss, miss, excuse me!" I heard from a little girl tugging at the sleeve of my shirt. I bent down. She looked to be about seven or six years old, holding a stuffed toy.

Sometimes I help them by simply watering plants, cleaning our bedroom, and washing dishes. After that, I took a bath and wore comfy clothes then I spent a few minutes doing everything I wanted in the house like reading books. I started cooking Sinigang na Isda, it is a Filipino cuisine that tastes sour with fish. It is our favorite food since we tasted it in the Philippines. We never liked Adobo because it is unhealthy and full of fats, unlike Sinigang that has vegetables in it.