Philippine-outsourcing is NOT ‘wicked’
Posted Tuesday, July 18th, 2006 5:20 pm by Arnold Gamboa
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Just so we can set things straight for our foreign visitors: NOT all outsourcing companies in the Philippines are like Wicked Innovations who was called by a UK company a “scam”. The Philippines is still one of the best outsource locations.
Elwin of Inq7.net was trying to get in touch with WickedInnovations (according to his column). I think, if the owners of this company is somewhere in cyberspace, they need to come out and clean their name.
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Reading this article makes me think… wanting me to post one of the speeches written by a girl who made it in London. But anyway, it’s funny however that we hear a lot of ranting when Filipinos do some shitty things… Funny they never make an issue out of some other asian countries and if they do, they’d be dead after several weeks. I think practically, after all these years that lots and lots of Filipinos have been migrating abroad as laborers has proven SO MUCH of how poverty can make people work their asses for a BETTER LIVING. So I think it would be unfair to put in generalization some mistakes done by a few countrymen (if there were, which by the way have been mistakenly pressed due to some irresponsible reports made by some irresponsible writers).
With regards to the person who commented on Filipinos who cannot be trusted? well… nevermind… it would make me sound more of a racist… NEVERMIND
Reading this article makes me think… wanting me to post one of the speeches written by a girl who made it in London. But anyway, it’s funny however that we hear a lot of ranting when Filipinos do some shitty things… Funny they never make an issue out of some other asian countries and if they do, they’d be dead after several weeks. I think practically, after all these years that lots and lots of Filipinos have been migrating abroad as laborers has proven SO MUCH of how poverty can make people work their asses for a BETTER LIVING. So I think it would be unfair to put in generalization some mistakes done by a few countrymen (if there were, which by the way have been mistakenly pressed due to some irresponsible reports made by some irresponsible writers).
With regards to the person who commented on Filipinos who cannot be trusted? well… nevermind… it would make me sound more of a racist… but rather let this winning speech speak for itself by Patricia Evangelista.
BLONDE AND BLUE EYES
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 upon Christmas morning
with snow outside my window and freckles across
my nose!
More than four centuries under western domination
does that to you. 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.” It’s not just 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 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
travelled 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.
Reading this article makes me think… wanting me to post one of the speeches written by a girl who made it in London. But anyway, it’s funny however that we hear a lot of ranting when Filipinos do some shitty things… Funny they never make an issue out of some other asian countries and if they do, they’d be dead after several weeks. I think practically, after all these years that lots and lots of Filipinos have been migrating abroad as laborers has proven SO MUCH of how poverty can make people work their asses for a BETTER LIVING. So I think it would be unfair to put in generalization some mistakes done by a few countrymen (if there were, which by the way have been mistakenly pressed due to some irresponsible reports made by some irresponsible writers).
With regards to the person who commented on Filipinos who cannot be trusted? well… nevermind… it would make me sound more of a racist… but rather let this winning speech speak for itself by Patricia Evangelista. A 19-year-old, Mass Communications sophomore of University of the Philippines (UP)-Diliman, did the country proud Friday night by besting 59 other student contestants from 37 countries in the 2004 International Public Speaking competition conducted by the English Speaking Union (ESU) in London.
She triumphed over a field of exactly 60 speakers from all over the English-speaking world, including the United States, United Kingdom and Australia, reported Maranan.
The board of judges decision was unanimous, according to contest chairman Brian Hanharan of the British Broadcasting Corp. (BBC).
BLONDE AND BLUE EYES
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 upon Christmas morning
with snow outside my window and freckles across
my nose!
More than four centuries under western domination
does that to you. 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.” It’s not just 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 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
travelled 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.
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