Saturday, February 19, 2005


This is not the first time a roomate of mine left. About fifteen years ago, my mother's youngest sister who lived with us for most of her life migrated to the US because her petition came. Being the youngest, I think my mom treated her more like a daughter than a sister. She was only a few years older than me, thus, I also treated her like my ate more than an aunt. We fought like sisters and we were as close as sisters. I adored being around her. We went to the same school and I remember I'd wait for her no matter how late it was, just so we can go home together.

I was eleven when she left, and the night before she left, I was devastated. It was like my heart was being torn in half. I was thinking how I could survive being alone, an empty bed reminding me of her absence. I remember making my mom cry too because I couldn't stop crying till she left the next day. As she went in the car, I was still clinging to her. Every night after that, I would carry my sleeping little brother to her bed late at night because I couldn't bear being alone in our bedroom. He would wake up surprise to find himslef in my bedroom instead of his. It took a long time before I got over her leaving. There were nights I would cry myself to sleep because I was missing her so much.

Now, she has three lovely daughters. They're my favorite baby girls because they're so affectionate. Whenever I would visit them in the US, they'd fight over who would sleep beside their ate.

But this is not the end of it. Another of my mom's sister and her family will be migrating soon too. They're actually our last relatives here. They're just waiting for the papers and will move to Illinois. Eventually, all my mom's sisters will move there. Even my grandmother and her husband. And we will be having white christmases in a few years since it will be easier for us to visit them than them coming here in the Philippines. But it will take awhile because we can't leave our sick grandfather behind.

I will probably cry again. My ten-year old cousin, the youngest, is closest to me because I got to take care of him from infancy. Sometimes he'd call me and use his charms to get what he wants... movies, new toy, or Jollibee Chicken Joy.

I post here Patricia Evangelista's winning speech "A Borderless World" which seems to echo my sentiments right now.

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

I thought -- if I just wished hard enough and was good enough, I'd wake up on Christmas morning with snow outside my window and freckles across my nose!

More than four centuries under western domination can do that to you. I have 16 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." It's not an anomaly; it's a trend; the Filipino diaspora. 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 12-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 United Kingdom'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 that 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 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 window on a bright Christmas morning.

Mabuhay and thank you.

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