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@tao-tayo
“Stay faithful to the stories in your head.” - Paula Hawkins Keeping alive the spirit of writing by the previous batches, we, the Batch 2021 of the Humanities and Social Sciences Strand of Holy Spirit Academy of Malolos, are ready to continue the legacy of the Tao Tayo Blog. Though we may be confined by the four corners of our room due to the pandemic, our imagination our stories, and our ink are set to be shared to the world beyond.
WASTED TREASURE
Another death Oh the wasted wealth. Wish he had the opportunity, To share his treasure to the community.
The language that was once considered rich. Is now lost in the abyss. Another wasted treasure That we could never recover.
The loss of a life, The death for a language. Globalization’s effect, We tend to neglect.
- Shanellee Valencia
Abang Kaaba-aba
Sa lagpas pitong libong isla sa bansa, Natatangi, isang mala-mutyang lupa. Dito nananahan, babaeng si Aba, Masaya’t payak, subalit nag-iisa.
Libangan niya’y hardin, dagat, at bukirin, Habang sa kabila ay kalakal at screen. Mga luhong kailan ma’y di nanaisin, Mga bayang walang balak bisitahin.
Iba kung magmahal si Aba sa isla. Ni pag-ikot ng mundo’y di makakontra. Di bale nang buhay ay di masagana, Kakayanin nang walang tulong ng iba.
Ngunit may magagawa pa ba si Aba, Kung alon na mismo sa kanya’y nagdala, Bangkang tinangay ng bagyong bumulaga, Sa karangyaang di niya nais makita?
Puting buhangin sa kanyang talampakan, Mga wikang sa pandinig ay dayuhan, Mga gintong palamuti sa bulwagan, Magagarang damit, nagkakasiyahan!
Pilak na alahas, nagpapasikatan, Presyong merkado, tila ay ginintuan. Medisina ay tanyag sa kahusayan, Mga taong mayaman sa kaalaman.
Tila bato na napatigil si Aba. Damdamin niya’y di mawari ang timpla. “Aba! O kay tagal ko nang nagdurusa! Maginhawang buhay ay posible pala!”
Kaya’t sa kanyang bangka, bumalik siya, Bawat yabag, nagtataglay ng pag-asa. Umuwi sa lupang minahal nang sobra, At handa nang buksan ang palad sa iba.
Lupa ni Aba, binisita ng masa. Sa yamang lupa’t tubig, namangha sila. “Aba! O kay sagana ng iyong isla! Kay gandang taniman ng ekonomiya!”
Buong pusong niyakap, mga dayuhan. Isa, dalawa, libo-libong nanahan. Yapak ng iba ay masusing sinundan, Lumaon at nabalot ng karangyaan.
Tunay ngang guminhawa, buhay ni Aba. Masayang nakisalamuha sa iba. Siya ay walang pagsisisi ni isa, Pagkat di na nahuhuli sa karera.
Ngunit lumipas ang ilang mga taon, Si Aba’y napukaw ng realisasyon. Halo-halong kulturang agaw-atensyon, Subalit sarili naman ang nabaon.
“Nasaan ang lupang minahal ko noon? Pagkakakilanlan, di matanaw ngayon. Ako ba’y mali, nakainom ng lason? Patawarin nawa ako!,” kanyang tugon.
O, Aba! O, Aba! Ano ba’ng nangyari? Pagmamahal mo’y bakit di na mawari? Nabulag ng ginto, pilak, at salapi, Masasabi nga bang ikaw ay nagwagi?
Kay ganda kung nagtutulungan, hindi ba? Ngunit ‘wag limuting tumayo mag-isa. Ang dapat na kaibigan lang, sinamba na! O Aba! Tunay ka ngang kaaba-aba!
- Yochebed Tamayo
Officer
Officer, all I wanted was some bread, To feed my family so close to famine. Officer, why are you wishing me dead? I only wanted to ask for someone else’s help. Is it a crime to question the way you’ve been led? Camouflage arose instead of coats in this cruel time. Officer, I just wanted to get up from bed And test my luck on the road with a job so genuine. Officer, tell me, should we really be begging to be fed?
- Lia Rufino
Under the Table
For your heart is full of greed, in my land you intercede. Spewing flowers that breed, With its thorns I shall bleed.
Pulling reigns into motion, you do things without notion. You smother devotion, to void insurrection.
Freedom spoken but not seen, leaving us in in-between. Doubt rises from fake serene. This time, I shall intervene.
With a battle cry I fought, for freedom is what I sought. Reaching until it is caught, All efforts are not for naught.
It is not long ago that I was free, when once again you had me by my knee. You had tricked me to agree, Into a deal I can’t flee.
I just had overcome your invasion, yet you’re here with another intrusion. In strings you play my nation, whipping into submission.
With trust I had you accommodated, But with treachery you had me dominated. I suffer your exploitation without redress. Under your spell, your whims I was forced to address.
- Justine Quizon
HIRING
Everyone here is confused Wondering why this is happening Hundreds of professional people were gone, Migrated to different countries
In every building, I can see a poster, A poster that says "we are hiring" The companies lacks of employees Wondering where they all went
Why are they gone? They live here, Yet where are they? Thoughts running in my mind as I see the news
People migrated. That's why there are only few Who are here in the country, working
Professional migrates, To look for better opportunities, Yearning for freedom and justice Wanting to have a better government, a better leader
After the news, I just realized that, People migrates 'Cause all they want was not within The reach of our country
This is the problem right now, An insufficiency of professional individuals
A brain drain, They said
- Zcheloy Martin
One, yet divided
What was once identified as one, common identity is now gone. Treasures of the pearl of the orient, divided in culture and environment.
Terror attacks, oh what an aversion! What a cost to get lost in translation. Oh! Sultan cried for liberty, battle scars not a priority.
Evidences of trail of death, a scene that we won’t forget. Dear Marawi wailed in pain, forty years wasted in vain.
Hear me, protect from the wicked! War made our land a battlefield, but our heart will not bleed. Mindanao is ours, won’t surrender in defeat! - Vanessa Colson
Lost
It was like a vivid dream. A mystery that was untold it seemed. The trees that were once gracefully dancing, Continuously vanish as if it were struck by lightning.
What lies below the sea, Is not something you would like to see. The blue green color of the glistening water, Now seems to be getting darker.
As I walk through the earth and ask if it could be just like it was at birth, the wind just blows as if saying "I don't know." - Yannah Carreon
Pandemic is not a Joke
We should still focus on our situation On going first wave is not a good sensation Waiting for the vaccines sounds stupid We have thousand cases everyday Try to have an alternative solution Government doesn’t here people They are really approachable at this time Our government should have an award to their hardwork.
Where are the respond before the Pandemic? Making jokes at the start not making any move You are now seeing people nearly dying, Are you still blind on what you are doing
Government why are you always like that Never again that you will be at your throne Focusing on other things You are like clowns being blinded by you own imagination - Junelle Tecson
DUST OF THE ORIENT
Two distinct worlds drifting to meet, One succumbs to the other in tragic defeat. Richest of cultures endlessly blend, Would their fragments of identity still come to mend?
The barong of Tagalogs now stitched with wool, Visayan melodies infused with Hangul. Tan-colored skin tattooed by foreign hues, With all glory to gain and a pure heart to lose.
Imported lens worn by brown native eyes, Blindsided by sheer bliss in subtle disguise. Horizons of west will soon hold the Eastern sky, Could the soul of any other nation ever satisfy?
Yesterday's heritage - a timeless monument, Of dear'st motherland, Pearl of the Orient. Essence decayed by the bright local scene, Fear it fades into dust, left forever unseen. - James Sarmiento
The Cost of Rationalization
Men, believing what the world should be
Fast, a system of effiCiency
White, Designed for uniformity
What’s unique is now Ordinary
Grass iN the middle of greenery
And now, this system Applies to you
Then, Labor is the end of us too
The gooD it wants to be, forgotten
The mask of equalIty, broken
It Zaps away the value of craft
And replaces it with something drab
Product, you’ll geT what I’m consuming
Clockwork, methodical In working
Time, more Output in little passing
Humanity, gone and Now fading - Jian Olvida
The Equation
The disconnected land,
where blood is in demand.
I do not understand,
can someone please expand?
They cannot be added.
The rich just commanded,
and the poor were not granted.
The powers are not equally distributed.
The colors are subtracting,
only one shade mixing.
The other side is not cooperating,
they are just discriminating.
Multiplication of culture and histories,
combining like calamities.
It is full of tragedies,
everyone agrees.
Divide the line.
Find the equal sign.
The map does not have a design,
so please be benign.
This exam I cannot take.
The calculator, I will break.
The North is awake,
while the South is at stake.
The equation does not exist.
The developed ones resist;
the underdeveloped was put in a twist.
The answer to the solution was dismissed.
Please be one, put down the gun.
Solve and share, it’s not a pun.
it’s not about money, it’s about unity, equality and fun.
Every country has its own run.
- Queenie Manalansan
#SUPPORTLOCAL
Burgers, Pizzas, Fried Chickens, and Kit-Kat.
Oh, how yummy is that?
Zara, Sephora, H&M, and Forever 21.
Shopping! Isn’t fun?
Japan has McDonald’s Ebi Filet-O.
Australia has Kit-Kat Chunky Cookie Dough.
India has Vegetarian Thali and Chana Snacker.
Wow, foods really make us drool all over!
All of these sums up into one word,
it’s glocalization around the world.
Globalization plus localization is equals to glocalization.
It is just like mathematics’ addition.
Glocalization won’t always be a good thing.
Our country is slowly changing.
It is something we don’t realize,
but let’s not act like we’re surprised.
Philippine weddings, fiestas, and birthdays,
Coca-Cola is there for these special days.
Lambanog, Sago’t Gulaman and Samalamig,
Are these still served on the table anyway?
Tons of money are spent in foreign brands.
But how about the local brands?
Foreign products are not always bad.
Still, we must remember the local we always had.
Philippines has a lot to offer.
Let us not neglect what our country has.
Remember the locals.
Support local.
- Patricia Maceda
Glitch
I feel like I am on the opposite side of the world.
All the clicking,
All this twitting,
All the messaging.
This is all that I have been missing.
The growing gap between us,
Those who have and who do not have.
The privileged and underprivileged,
Wish I have a chance,
To search and tweet about France.
They dress like a retro,
And I dress like a weirdo.
They carry laptop and iPad,
And I carry this burden of feeling bad.
They all have internet,
And I only have pisonet.
There are so many things that I do not know,
As the gap between us continue to grow.
Will this define my future success?
If I am unable to have an access.
- Gia Laderas
Moral Universalism
Ethics that applies to all people
No matter what culture or religion
Used in all the nation
For their lives to be stable
Applicable to all humanity
Transcends to all sanity
Contrast between ethics and norms
And it can be seen in different forms
- Rona Gregorio
The Message of the President
For now just trust me,
I know that you defy me
I've been planning for days,
Waiting for someone to trust thee
Everyone's getting hectic because of this pandemic,
Nothing is gonna happen if we go panic and hide in the attic
So let me spit out the verse, the actions which we agreed on
And let me show you the problem that we see as canon
If we don't work together, we'll see our names on a television
With no work, no food not even a crayon
I know that this tough, I know that it is hard
All I see are bunch of rants because of bats that invaded us
I sent out all the words, I sent out all the plans
The vaccines and the discipline is our only chance
It's hard being hopeful for this years sickness, let the wind wipe our tears
We're Filipinos no need to show our weakness, for we are as strong as gears.
- Charlene Flores