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Blonde and Blue Eyes by Patricia Evangelista

Posted by darbs on April 7, 2009

One cool Filipina!
(Filipino: We The People)
Sya si Patricia Evangelista
May column sya sa inquirer.net: OPINYON
itulo “Method to Madness”

Updated 1: Note:  Ms. Evangelista’s speech below was copied from this webpage without permission.(Permission pending and this speech can be removed at any second without notice)Updated 2: We unlinked the source.Source: workspresso.com

Updated 3: I didn’tknow  until today that Manay Evangelista has a blog. You can visit her blog at http://www.patriciaevangelista.com/blonde-and-blue-eyes/.

Blonde and Blue Eyes
By Patricia Evangelista

(Following is the extemporaneous speech of Patricia Evangelista, a 19-year-old, Speech Communications sophomore of University of the Philippines in Diliman, QC, in the 2004 International Public Speaking competition conducted by the English Speaking Union (ESU) in London on May 14. Patricia bested 58 other student contestants from 37 English-speaking countries, including the United States, United Kingdom and Australia. The board of judges’ decision was unanimous, according to contest chairman Brian Hanharan of the British Broadcasting Corporation.)

When I was little, I wanted what many Filipino children all over the country wanted. I wanted to be blond, blue-eyed, and white.

comment: Where did she get the concept? Hello Barbie! Blonde…Blue eyed…

Baseless fact: You decide. Barbie dolls favorite requests pang balikbayan box.

Screenshot Courtesy: ALL BARBIE!

Screenshot Courtesy: ALL BARBIE.com!

Wikipedia Barbie!

She was born on March 9, 1959.


I thought if I just wished hard enough and was good enough,

Photo Courtesy: Phil. Jesuit Vocation webpage

Photo Courtesy: Phil. Jesuit Vocation webpage

I’d wake up on Christmas morning with snow outside my window

Gimped? or Photoshoped?

Gimped? or Photoshoped? Photo-ops should be done with precision. The whole operation should be done in 10 seconds from a waiting VAN with heated warmer, brewed coffee, and a chicken soup.

Comment: Let me speak in a Christian tradition and culture so I will not be charged of politically incorrectness. Man conceived the song “I’m dreaming of a white Christmas”. It was born on January 1940. This song has nothing to do with Christian tradition but adaptable…wink! Why not? Read the NPR’s “Still Dreaming of White Christmas” THE SPIRIT OF CHRISTMAS!

Who in their right minds would like to spoil Christmas spirit! But to fantasize for a White Christmas in a TROPICAL COUNTRY is not a sin either…Hey, kids are allowed to fantasize! But how can anybody think of White Christmas where I could not reconcile how Santa was so stupid enough, sneaking at night while my eyes were wide open! I could not tell them that there was no Santa! I have to believe, otherwise NO GOODIES FOR ME! Then thanks goodness we never talk about Santa again. We stayed with God; Jesus; Holy Spirit;Mary the Mother; sometime the Father Joseph but most of the time baby Jesus.

. . . and freckles across my nose!

Comment: The woman from the other side of the room responded, “The magic of make-up hides the freckles. What’s the use of dreaming, freckles? Don’t look at me…What have we done to our kids? Why are they thinking that way?

Photo courtesy: images.celeb9.com

Photo courtesy: images.celeb9.com

More than four centuries under western domination does that to you.

Tag: Disneyland, musical, pop culture

Comment: What about those who did not submit? Those who resisted? Can we at least talk about them and watch the old video?


Together we sing…

Citizen Soldier

Comment: Speech continuation…

I have sixteen cousins.


In a couple of years, there will just be five of us left in the Philippines,
the rest will have gone abroad in search of “greener pastures.” ingodwetrust

Anchorman: Darbs

Anchorman: Darbs Dear Email Man: Here is the face of the faceless.Side view...This portrait was taken around 2000. Think back these years...2003- 1994- 1992- 1986 - 1983 - 1973

It’s not just an anomaly; it’s a trend; the Filipino diaspora.

screenshot courtesy goes to "si kwan" ??

screenshot courtesy goes to "si kwan" ??

exodians_87Faces of the Exodians: Ang Exodiano Karon

911 happened…I was there…watched as the tower crumpled into the ground!
I shouted! YOU M*T**RF*C**RS!!!!!!!!! (whoever “they” may be…)
“Why did you do that!!!!!”

Ah! go to the carribbean; Disneyland; Canada; GO GET YOUR VACATION!

When the the “Dream Vacation” was over…

Oh no! WAR IS ON!

“All young men must go!”


At war... "Parents, lovers, wives, sons and daughters should never expect nga makabalik ang ilang sundalo...Laum pero ayaw pagsalig" "Cry and move on!" ug isinggit KAHON! Please choose: Peace or War...

Screen shot courtesy: Big Dream

Screen shot courtesy: Big Dream Video

Today, about eight million Filipinos are scattered around the world. There are those who disapprove of Filipinos who choose to leave. I used to. Maybe this is a natural reaction of someone who was left behind, smiling for family pictures that get emptier with each succeeding year.

Desertion, I called it. My country is a land that has perpetually fought for the freedom to be itself. Our heroes offered their lives in the struggle against the Spanish, the Japanese, the Americans. To pack up and deny that identity is tantamount to spitting on that sacrifice.

Or is it? I don’t think so, not anymore. True, there is no denying this phenomenon, aided by the fact that what was once the other side of the world is now a twelve-hour plane ride away. But this is a borderless world where no individual can claim to be purely from where he is now.


My mother is of Chinese descent, my father is a quarter Spanish, and I call myself a pure Filipino — a hybrid of sorts resulting from a combination of cultures.

Each square mile anywhere in the world is made up of people of different ethnicities, with national identities and individual personalities. Because of this, each square mile is already a microcosm of the world. In as much as this blessed spot that is England is the world, so is my neighborhood back home.

Seen this way, the Filipino diaspora, or any sort of dispersal of populations, is not as ominous as so many claim. It must be understood. I come from a Third World country, one that is still trying mightily to get back on its feet after many years of dictatorship. But we shall make it, given more time. Especially now, when we have thousands of eager young minds who graduate from college every year. They have skills. They need jobs. We cannot absorb them all.

A borderless world presents a bigger opportunity, yet one that is not so much abandonment but an extension of identity. Even as we take, we give back. We are the 40,000 skilled nurses who support the UK’s National Health Service. We are the quarter-of-a-million seafarers manning most of the world’s commercial ships. We are your software engineers in Ireland, your construction workers in the Middle East, your doctors and caregivers in North America, and your musical artists in London’s West End.

Nationalism isn’t bound by time or place. People from other nations migrate to create new nations, yet still remain essentially who they are. British society is itself an example of a multi-cultural nation, a melting pot of races, religions, arts and cultures. We are, indeed, in a borderless world!

Leaving sometimes isn’t a matter of choice. It’s coming back that is. The Hobbits of the shire traveled all over Middle-Earth, but they chose to come home, richer in every sense of the word. We call people like these balikbayans or the ‘returnees’ — those who followed their dream, yet choose to return and share their mature talents and good fortune.

In a few years, I may take advantage of whatever opportunities come my way. But I will come home. A borderless world doesn’t preclude the idea of a home. I’m a Filipino, and I’ll always be one. It isn’t about just geography; it isn’t about boundaries. It’s about giving back to the country that shaped me.

And that’s going to be more important to me than seeing snow outside my windows on a bright Christmas morning.

Mabuhay and thank you.


4 Responses to “Blonde and Blue Eyes by Patricia Evangelista”

  1. jeniffer said

    ganun talaga siguro, di na maiwawala pa sa mga Filipino ang pagnanais na makapunta ng ibang bansa.. pero marami pa rin naman ang mas piniling paglingkuran ang ating bayan, kesa umalis ng bansa.. very well said.. and xmpre ang galing din ni patricia..

    • exodians said

      Salamat sa pag bisita. Again, congrats! Kudos sa iyo at sa lahat ng mga Bagong-Nurses ng Bayan…woo!

      Kagaya ni Patricia ito na rin ang highlight moment! PARTAYY! Ilusyon ay buhay na buhay! Ang ilusyon ay tunay but you have to work on it. “Oath Taking Ceremony For New Professional Nurses!” is just another facade in life. BUT HEY, ENJOY THE MOMENT!

  2. jarlsweb said

    I got citizen soldier for 3 doors down. I got u those lyrics u wanted

    Link: http://songntunes.wordpress.com/2009/03/28/citizen-soldier/

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