My name is Vince and I currently live and work in San Francisco. My mom is a native of the Philippines (her father was part Chinese), and my dad has had his roots in the US for several decades.
I was born and raised in a small suburb about 20 miles east of Sacramento. It was a very quiet and conservative town while I was growing up, with nearly 95% of the population being Caucasian. While I did enjoy my childhood and wouldn’t trade it for anything, I always felt different growing up as the only kid I knew who wasn’t fully white.
Hey Everyone! My name is Laura, I’m from Toronto, Canada.
I have a younger brother named Jordan. Our mother is Filipino, from Lucena City, and our father is British/German born and raised in Toronto.
I found this site by random browsing but I’m so glad I did — I love reading about other Hapas around the world.
Toronto is a very diverse city, so I never really had issues feeling alienated as a child due to my mixed race. I grew up with many Hapa classmates and a lot of my friends are blasian.
Servus! My name is Joanna. My mother is Filipino and my dad is Austrian. I was born and raised in Austria (Vienna) and I’m proud to be Hapa.
When people ask me “Where are you from?” I first let them play the “guess my race” game. I think it’s funny because some say I am Spanish, Arabic, Chinese, Turkish, etc. In the Philippines people see me more as European and in Austria they identify me as an Asian girl.
Growing up Hapa in Austria was great and I have wonderful childhood memories. But when I was younger I did experience an identity crisis. For some people it was hard to accept that I am mixed and they treated me as a foreigner because I look different. That was quite hard for me because Austria is my home country and it hurt me to be called a foreigner. But as I got older, I learned to embrace my ethnic background and be proud of who I am.
I’m Edward Guillar and I’m Filipino, Chinese, and Spanish.
I haven’t really felt different while living here in the Philippines, though a lot of people tell me I’m quite good looking. I haven’t been to other countries so I can’t have a comparative understanding of what other people think of me from that perspective. But living here in the Philippines is really amazing, I can be who I want to be without worrying about what other people think of me.
I guess I want to share something to all Hapas out there! Just be yourself and know yourself because if you don’t others will do it for you, and you may not like it. Whatever race or ethnicity you are, you’re a human being capable of loving and sharing your talents with the world, and that’s what really matters. Smile and be happy because there is only one race and that is human race!
Hi! My name is Julie. I stumbled upon this site by chance and thought it was an awesome concept. I’ve never heard the term “Hapa” but I think its a cool one.
My mother is from the Philippines and has a some Spanish ancestry. My father is from Pakistan. I’ve been mostly raised with my mother’s family/culture/religion. I have 2 younger sisters and we grew up right outside New York City.
I love my Dad very much and there are aspects of his culture that I find interesting but over all I’m more comfortable with my Filipino heritage and generally identify myself as Filipino American. I’m very much aware that I don’t look like the typical Filipino but that’s how I feel inside.
It surprises people that my parents are still happily married (over 30 years) or that I can’t tolerate spicy food. I’m frequently mistaken for Mexican, Dominican, or some kind of Latina. I’m cool with that. I’ve had just about every reaction about my heritage from fascination, awe, to outright disgust (not everyone thinks a mixed heritage is cool unfortunately).
Hi, we’re Michael (44), Mia (40) and Lisa (30).
Our Swedish dad and Filipina mom were introduced when their friends’ schools arranged a letter exchange to improve students’ English. We grew up in both countries, plus some other ones as well.
Michael married a Filipina and divides his time between Sweden and the Philippines; the sisters both settled in the UK, where for some inexplicable reason they always felt the most at home. We’re all addicted to travel. Our personalities are very different, but share an unusual background, and Mom’s Asian family values have kept us close-knit.
I recently came across this site and I was very happy to read about other people.
I am half Filipino and half Pakistani and I was born in Canada.
Growing up I found myself not being able to fit in with other Pakistani kids or even other Filipino kids, as they said I looked different.
I always had a cultural problem because I felt like I didn’t belong to either race. Many people would try to ask or figure out what my mix was, but for most I had to tell them.
I am proud to be mixed.
I am so happy that I discovered this site this year because it made me realize how happy I am to be Hapa!
My name is Joy Stephanie. I was born and raised in Manila, Philippines. I came to America when I was 8 years old.
I did not really question my ethnicity when I was little for some reason. I did not know that I was mixed with Chinese, Spanish and Malaysian until I was in 5th grade.
My mom is Filipino and Spanish and my dad is Filipino and Chinese. My grandma (from my mom side) has some Spanish descent. I think my mom told me that I also have some Malaysian blood.
My name is Joseph Quisol and I’m glad I stumbled across this website. I’ve always felt isolated for being half Puerto Rican and half Filipino, but now I know I’m not the only “Filirican” out there.
My dad is from the Bay Area and my mom lived in NYC and Detroit, but for whatever reason, they both decided to go to college in Kansas where they met. We finally settled down in Charlotte, NC where I’ve lived for the past 7 years.
I love it here, but living in North Carolina has definitely kept me from connecting with both my dual heritage and other people who have the same Filipino-Puerto Rican background. Despite this, I still get to enjoy the delicious foods from both cultures, sí hablo español, and I get to feel exotic when people end up playing the “guess-my-race” game when they meet me.