THE ANATOMY OF A FILIPINO

I like to think that I am a Filipino, that I am as good a Filipino as anyone. My heart thrills when I hear the national anthem being played and my blood rises, when I see our flag fluttering in the breeze. And yet very often, I find myself asking, "How Filipino am I really?" My first name is American, my last name is Chinese. When I am with my friends I talk to them in English. If they are thirsty I buy them a bottle of American coke. If they are hun... items to wear for the maid of the brides of the mormon