Anatomy of a Filipino

• When I hear the National anthem being played

  My heart thrills
• When I see our flag fluttering in the breeze

  My Blood Rises
• When with girlfriends/friends who are girls, I talk to them in English
• If they are thirsty, I buy them a Bottle of American coke
• If they are hungry, I treat them, to an Italian Pizza pie
• When I have the money, I give them a real Chinese Lauriat
• We are the end products of our history
• Polyglot influences in our history

  • Malayan
  • Chinese
  • Spanish
  • British
  • American
  • Japanese
• To believe otherwise is to indulge in fantasy
• I am an extremely confused, and Bewildered young man
• Wherever I am, whatever I may be doing, I am Bombarded, on all sides, by people who want, me to search for my national identity
• They urge me to do away with things foreign to act and think, and buy Filipino
• In art, I am getting bothered and Bewildered
• Rizal used Spanish, when he wrote, Noli and Fili
• We are what we are today, because of our history
• In our veins pulses blood with traces of Chinese and Spanis hand American, but It does not stop being Filipino, because of these
• Our culture is tinged with foreign influences, but it has become rich thereby
• This mingling, in fact, could speed us on the road, to national greatness
• Look at America, it is a great country, and yet it is the melting pot of Italian, and German, British, and French, or Irish and Swedish
• Filipinism

  Is in the heart
• If that heart beats faster, because the Philippines is making progress, if it fills with compassion because its people are suffering, then it belongs to a true Filipino
• It throbs with pride in our past, if it pulses with awareness of the present, if it beats with a faith in the future, then we could ask for nothing more; all other things are unimportant
• I have an American First Name
• I have, a Chinese Last Name
• I am proud, very, very proud, - because underneath these names beats a Filipino heart