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16/04/2026

SALAMAT NAMAN AT MAY UMAMIN NA PO SA GOBYERNO; 🙏

Ng tunay na dahilan, kung bakit hindi po isinama ang gasolina at krudo, nang tinanggal po ang Excise Tax sa LPG at kerosene ng Palasyo. 🤔

At kakulangan sa pera po talaga ang tunay na dahilan nito. 🤔

Dahil mawawalan po ng P50 Billion ang gobyerno, at kailangan po nila ito, upang makapagbigay po sila ng tulong sa ilang sektor ng Pilipino. 🤔

Kaya kailangan ko nalang pong kumpletuhin ang kuwento, dahil kulang pa po ito. 🤔

Hindi po talaga matatanggal ang VAT ng gobyerno, dahil mas kumikita pa po sila dito, sa bawat pagtaas po ng presyo ng krudo. 🤔

Dahil tandaan po ninyo, na ang VAT po ay 12% ng kasalukuyang presyo nito, kaya lumalaki po ang nakokolektang VAT, habang tumataas po ang presyo ng petrolyo. 🤔

At tinatayang kumikita po ang gobyerno ng karagdagang P4 Billion, sa bawat buwang pumapalo po sa USD100 kada bariles ang krudo sa pandaigdigang merkado. 🤔

Kaya mas madali pa pong tanggalin ang Excise Tax dahil fixed po ang binabayaran dito sa bawat litro o kilo ng produktong petrolyo: P3 sa kada litro ng LPG, P5 sa kada litro ng kerosene, at P6 sa kada litro ng gasolina at krudo. 🤔

At tinataya po na mawawalan lang ng kita ang gobyerno ng P1.5 Billion kada buwan, sa pagtanggal po nila ng Excise Tax sa LPG at sa kerosene po mismo. 🤔

Sa madaling salita po, kahit tinanggal na po ang mga Excise Tax sa mga produktong ito, nagneneto parin po ng P2.5 Billion kada buwan ang gobyerno, dahil po sa karagdagang koleksyon po nito sa VAT sa krudo. 🤔

At ang extrang kita pong ito, ang malamang na ginagamit po nila ngayon, upang makapagbigay ng sari saring ayuda sainyo. 🤔

Sa madaling salita po, nakakapagpapogi po ang ating gobyerno, na tila wala naman pong totoong inilalabas ito. 🤔

Ngunit sinabi ko na po ito sainyo, na naiintindihan ko po kung bakit ganito po ang diskarte nila ngayon sa krisis na ito. 🤔

Dahil ganito rin po ang magiging diskarte ko, kung bangkarote po talaga ang ating pondo. 🤔

Kaya nga ang natitira ko nalang pong tanong ay nasaan na po ang emergency funds ng ating gobyerno? 🤔

Dahil ang kawalan po nito ang dahilan, kung bakit kinakailangan pa ngayon pumili nito, kung sino lang ang tutulungan, at yung mga talaga nang nahihirapan. 🤔

At ang gatasang middle class ay kanila na naman pong iiwanan, dahil sa tingin po nila ay kaya pa pong magtiis ng mga yan. 🤔

Samantalang kung may emergency funds po tayo katulad ng Thailand at Vietnam, eh di natanggal po sana natin ang lahat ng buwis na ito, para lahat po ng mamamayan ay makinabang naman. 🤔

At kung nasagot na po ng gobyerno kung nasaan na po ang mga nawawalang pondong ito; 🤔

Itatanong ko narin po sainyo, kung sino po ang nagnakaw nito, at bakit tila po wala kayong sapat na ginagawa upang habulin ang mga ito. 🤔

Dahil nasa P980 Billion pa po ang nawawalang pondo ng bansang ito, pondong nakapagbigay sana ng lunas sa krisis na ito. 🤔

Matatalino na po ang mamamayang Pilipino, at dumarami na po ang katulad kong hindi kayang paikutin ninyo. 🤔

Kaya sana po ay matuto narin kayong maging tapat at bukas, sa mga dapat pinagsisilbihan po ninyo. 🙏

Magandang umaga po, mga Ka-G ko! 🫡

30/03/2026

"Mam, nagugutom na po kasi ako."

These were the quiet words scribbled on a torn piece of paper handed to me not in class, but during my recess break. I am a Junior High School TLE teacher in a public school. My students are all in Grade 7. I also handle an advisory class, my small community within a larger system of young, growing lives. The letter came from one of my advisees.

It wasn’t the first time.

This student, quiet but respectful, had previously asked for help, sometimes ten pesos for pamasahe or pangmeryenda. And every time, I lent him the amount, and every time, he tried to return it. But I never accepted the money back. I knew it took more courage to ask than it did to receive.

That day, I gave him a hundred pesos.

I told him to buy a proper rice meal, to make sure he’d be full. To my surprise, when he came back, he returned 90 pesos and said he only bought biscuits. Biscuits. He could have chosen anything to eat, he was hungry, after all, but he chose to buy something small, cheap, and return the rest of the money. That act alone broke something in me.

It made me realize that hunger doesn’t just take food away from a child, it chips away at their dignity, little by little. And yet here he was, choosing honesty and humility over comfort.

He’s often absent. Not because he’s lazy. Not because he doesn’t care about school. But because he doesn’t have baon. His mother, he says, is always “gagawa ng paraan.” And yet some days, that “paraan” doesn’t come.

So I told him: just come to school. I’ll give you biscuits and water. Just don’t give up.

As teachers, our job does not begin and end inside the classroom.

We teach Science, Math, and TLE but we also teach hope. We become second parents, silent witnesses to invisible struggles. We are there when children don’t have slippers, when uniforms are worn thin, when hunger humbles even the brightest minds.

It’s easy to talk about academic achievement. About rankings, tests, medals. But what about the unseen victories?

The child who shows up despite having nothing to eat.
The student who walks to school because there’s no fare money.
The young boy who borrows ten pesos with shame in his eyes but honor in his heart.

Those are victories, too.

We live in a society where teachers are expected to do everything but are often given so little. Still, we give anyway. Because we know that for some children, we are the only steady hand in their otherwise unstable world.

I’m not sharing this for praise or attention.

I’m sharing this because I want people to know what it really means to teach in the public school system. It’s not just about lessons or modules. It’s about catching those who are quietly falling. It’s about feeding both the stomach and the soul. It’s about staying in the profession even when your own pockets run empty because you know your students have even less.

So to my fellow teachers those who have given their baon, their time, their energy, even their peace of mind, thank you. You are changing lives in ways you may never fully see.

And to the child who wrote me that note:

You taught me more that day than I could ever teach you.

Let’s remember: sometimes, the most important lesson we give isn’t written on a blackboard, it’s felt in the heart.

-GalawangFrancisco

•Photo credits to the rightful owner (teacher-uploader)