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Panahon ng Paglimot
kapag ang pusong umiibig ay di na tumitibok…
at ang isip na pagal ay suko na sa pagsubok…
kapag ang dating halik ay di na singtamis…
at ang malambing na bulong ay naging hinagpis…
kapag ang init ng yakap ay di na hinahanap…
at samyo ng pagmamahal ay di na nalalanghap…
mayapat oras na, upang pag-irog ay lisanin…
isuko na ang dating marubdob na damdamin…
walang patutunguhan ang pag-ibig na sikil…
salat sa pagtingin, at sa pag-unawa ay pigil…
mahusay pang harapin ang hamon ng panahon…
at hayaang ang puso ay maging mahinahon…
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katha ni: jundy raga @ 2009
June 26, 2009
So, after I finish my PhD (if I do finish it), I plan on taking up law (civil law to be exact, so I can be more useful to my neighbors). Many of those to whom I have shared this plan have asked me why I am so persistent with studying and why I don’t seem to get tired of going to school. I just smile and tell them that I like it, but the real reason is that I’m addicted to it. I just can’t stop it. This is because my study, enables me to sustain the only three valuables that I have in life, these are: (1) My Family, (2) My Education, and (3) My Principles. Although presumably, study seems to be linked only to the second valuable, all three are actually interlinked and interdependent. Thus, any factor that supports one of them, actually lends support to all. Allow me to explain.
Studying provides one with education. Education enables one to accumulate knowledge. Knowledge leads to learning, learning leads to proper discernment between what is right and wrong, just and unjust, truth and falsity. This discernment in turn serves as foundation for a proper set of principles; principles which inevitably one uses to raise a good family, a good family which then contributes not only to one’s contentment in life but to the overall improvement of society itself.
So you see, I am addicted with my study because it powers the person that is me. However, my study is not just a quest for myself, but actually an endeavor that attempts to infuse a positive outlook on society and eventually, to the world itself. There is a very good adage:
“If you want to change the world, you better start with yourself”.
This is exactly how I view my study; it’s about changing the world through “me”. Sadly not many people share the same perspective in studying. Most people see only the aesthetic value of education. They earn a degree, they use the degree to land a good job, they get a good job so they can earn a big salary, and they want a big salary so they can buy a lot of property. Accumulated property that, when they die, they just leave behind. Where is the legacy in that? This is the reason why many people stop studying as soon as they earn a degree. Because you don’t need that many degrees to earn a good job, you only need one (if you’re really that good).
But degrees and jobs are mere sedentary extracts of studying. They are just mere markers that you pick up at the end of the line. Like anything good in life, the true value of studying is in the journey itself. The actual act of studying is what molds you: the interaction with peers informs you, the trials and pressures strengthen you, and the entire concept instills humility and meekness into you. Yes, jobs also provide interaction and pressure and there are also trials and difficulties there. But jobs are repetitive tasks, you do the same thing over and over again and soon you will find that even the most difficult of tasks becomes the easiest of chores. Soon, after you’ve been with a job for sometime, you realize that you’re expertise in that job removes the humility from you and replaces it with a certain level of egotism.
Like any other type of addiction, my addiction towards studying compels me to seek it because it clings on to a specific desire that I have. And that is the desire to raise a good family. A good family which, long after I have gone, will still remember me. And that is what I call a legacy.
May 15, 2009
What do you do when you know you no longer have the strength to do the things that people expect you to do? What do you do when the body who has served you so well have lost its rhythm and developed an awareness of its own mortality? What do you do when even the mastery of pain no longer shields you from the worries of its repercussions?
You pretend! That’s what you do! You pretend that you still can fulfill the expectations of people that depend on you. Pretending may be imaginary, but it gives you hope. Hope not for yourself, but for the people you love. And you don’t lose hope for these people! Not even when the connection between your mind and body starts to fade.
You push! You exert more will into that body of yours so as to meet mortality with honor and in grace. Life is a continuous battle and we are all warriors in its field. Some warriors plead, some tremble in fear, some are stoic of death’s wake. But death too is a warrior! Valiant, honorable, and undefeated! It only gives dignity to those who fight it head on and humiliates the cowards with a somber experience.
You prepare! Knowing that the reason we will die is because we are alive… It is the single most natural and universal truth of our existence. And yet, very few have grasp or come to terms with it. The unparalleled virtue of the paradox of death reveals itself only to those brave enough to look it in the eye. It touches the heart of anyone who by sheer lack of reluctance has come to embrace the value of death and has come to see it as an opportunity to make life even better. Death making life better… no paradox have ever been deeper, and much as I would want to expound, the inability of many to accept would surely hinder their understanding.
What do you do then? Nothing and perhaps no more… life is but a cycle and focusing too much on the prospect of non-being distorts the rhythm of that cycle. In the end, after all the good words have been said, it is so much better to enjoy life as it is and to face death in a question-less state.
April 28, 2009
Life would be so much simpler without the burden of family. I can do whatever I want, I can go anywhere I will, and probably pamper myself with any leisure I desire. But fact is, I just can’t live without them. I can’t imagine myself traversing this plane of existence all by myself – not caring for anyone, not looking after a loved one, not showing compassion for the ancestry that defines the very root of my being.
It is true, caring for my family lays additional yoke on my shoulders. But they also ascribe within me the person that I want to be. They define the set of beliefs that I adhere, conserve the will of fortitude that keeps me in my pace, and envelops and enlightens even the remotest memories of my past.
The images I conjure of what I would be without my family are both poignant and restrained. Laid out on some cold pavement… crying alone… devoid of all the vigor and voice in life, suffering from all the foolishness of youth. Wanting to surrender to the perplexity of old age but being too afraid to vanish in the wanton negligence of eternity.
How I dread those images. That is the reason why I’m keeping my family no matter what the cost. I’m lending a hand, sacrificing whatever I can and struggling to keep the ties bind. Because a family is not a commodity neither can it be replenished, but they are always on the brink of extinction under the mistaken impression that life would be so much better without them.
April 22, 2009
I’m thinking of what to write but I couldn’t write. This crappy friendster space has gotten all the will to write out of my system. When they emailed me about this new set of blog themes they created they said it was going to be better than the old one. As it turned out, they only tried to improve the aesthetic of the site, not the features itself. For one, the pages of the previous design was much wider, accomodating more text in a single line. For another, they removed all the pictures which I exerted so many efforts uploading. They didn’t even had the courtesy to inform me that the pictures will be removed. Lastly, the format of my old posts doesn’t fit into the format of the new one. Most of the text of my old posts got garbled up for some reason I don’t know. Do they expect me to clean those posts up again one by one?
This is crap. They promised improvement but it seems to me like all i got are downgrades. I know this site is free and that I probably don’t have the right to even complain about the policies I accepted before using it but I think the friendster blog staff should have first consulted Spencer Johnson’s book about moving cheeses before they implemented their so called upgrades.
Just spilling out my grudge!
November 23, 2008
To get married, two people need to say “I do” to symbolize their acceptance of each other’s love, devotion, and responsibility. They usually do this in public (or in front of their witnesses) to declare to the world of their resolute to their vows. Family and friends of the bride and groom usually greet the couple with the usual “Congratulations and Best Wishes” phrase. Well, my sister is getting married soon and I have been giving it some thought on what I should tell them on their wedding day. The poem below is an expression of my thoughts. To Jerry and Emy, when you say “I do” to each other on your wedding day, I will be in the back saying “I agree”.
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CopyRight @2008 JundyRaga
September 2, 2008
August 29, 2008. Today all schools in the Philippines celebrate a very important event, the “linggo ng wika”. It is a week long activity which aims to inculcate into the children a sense of love for their mother tongue. As part of this celebration, schools hold various kinds of competition that showcase their students talents and skills.
One of these competition is the poetry narration contest on which Yani was fortunately chosen to be one of the participants. There were eight students who was initially chosen to compete in this contest, four of these were eliminated during the preliminaries, and only two was found to qualify for an award by the judges. Yani was one of the two who got an award.
This is the first time that Yani joined in a competition and we never really expected much from her, so I was really ecstatic when the emcee mentioned that he would be awarded the 2nd place. But it doesn’t stop at that, the day prior to the competition teacher Shane told me that he noticed that Yanis temperature was slightly high, and true enough, that evening Yani was burning feverishly at 39.4 degrees. We gave her the usual medicines for her fever and gave her a towel bath to suppress her high temperature. 
When Yani slept that night her temperature was still at 38 degrees, it was still within this range when she woke up at 5 a.m. But when I told her that we wouldn’t go to school to participate because she was sick, she refused and told me that she can still make it. She assurred me that she can still make the contest. At 6 a.m. her temperature started dropping down to below 38 degrees so I decided to give her the benefit of the doubt. We hurriedly ate breakfast, prepared her costumes (Filipiniana) and had one last practice for her presentation. At 9:00 am before Yani was called on stage I asked Jenny to get Yani’s temperature again, it was 37.8 degrees and Yani was complaining about stomach aches. We later found out that she had loose vowel movements and that at the time she was narrating on stage, her stomach was actually crumbling. That, I said to her was a very brave thing to do for a five year old girl, to not use her sickness as an excuse to do her responsibilities.
Yani won the silver medal for that contest, but I told her that I will be giving her another medal, a gold one. She asked me what for and i told her its for showing bravery and courage. But more importantly, the medal is for giving us, her parents, the honor of having her as our daughter. Oh, by the way, one of the participants in the finals who did not get an award is an experienced contestant and already won a place in a previous poem narration contest, I just happened to know it. Call it bragging or whatever, but I suppose its only fair for parents to brag about their kids, talented or otherwise. Just another page added to a proud father’s lifetime.
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