Saturday, December 01, 2012

Ralf et les prophéties de Mayas pour 2012 - Webbielady

<<Pourquoi es-tu si généreux?>> avais-je l'habitude de lui demander.
<<C'est juste quelque chose de matérielce n'est pas gravele monde prendra fin bientôt>>,  avait-il toujours répondu de cette façon.

C'est mon ami RalfNous sommes allés à l'école secondaire ensemblede l’ âge de 12 à 17 ansChaque fois que nous sommes allés  déjeuner ensemble, il a payé pour tout ce que j'avais commandé. Le Taxi, les transports en commun ou les petits frais de scolarité, il payait aussi tout cela  pour moi. Il avait toujours la même réponsequ'il n'avait pas besoin de garder des choses matérielles pour lui-même. Il croyait vraiment que le monde devrait se terminer bientôt. Alors, il n'y avait aucun intérêt à  garder quelque chose de matériel pour l'avenir.

Maintenant qu’on parle beaucoup de la prophétie célèbre des Mayas, selon laquelle le monde se termine cette année, j'ai pensé à RalfNous avons des contacts sur facebook et je saisen discutant avec lui de temps en temps, qu'il n'a pas changé. C'est toujours la même persone généreuse que je connaissaisJe sais que je ne peux jamais battre sa générositéni aucune personne que je connais ne pourrait le faire. Sa  générosité est tellement profonde et émane de sa personalité . Si une bonne partie de l'humanité était comme Ralf, le monde serait un meilleur endroit pour vivre.

C'est vrai que le monde peut se terminer cette année. Cependant,  s'il n'y avait aucune cupidité ou avidité  dans le  caractère des humains   et s'il y'avait de la générosité dans l'airet que tout le monde était autosuffisant , les guerres et les famines disparaitraient et nous serions tous heureux d’affronter  la fin.

Thursday, November 01, 2012

This is the summary The Ghost Town by Webbielady

I used to have them. How much I enjoyed listening to their ideas, seeing their brilliance, feeling their concern for me, their love for the nature, their everything. Now they are gone, gone to far away places and I miss them. Those kids, they broke my heart to pieces, really chopped it thinly and then pulverized it real good. The only consolation I have is the fact that they did break my heat but unintentionally. Yes! They were forced to do so. I know it pains them to know my situation and I know that. This is the reason why I keep my silence, I don't want them to come back here just for me. I want them to be happy, I wish them a happy and fulfilled life.

They left five years ago. I see them probably twice or thrice since then. Everytime they go back home, it relieves me to see how contented they are, how successful they are. It makes me happy listening ot their stories of their adventures, their tales of the lovely lands they went too, their bragging against each other who got the best land of choice. At the same time it disturbs me, it makes me think no one of them actually remembers me nor cares for me. But deep within me, I know them, I know that they care, I know they love me, but they can't blame me if I doubt it, sometimes they are just too loud about their contentment somewhere else than here.

Ten years ago, they were just starting their university days. These kids were restless, full of passion for their studies and their focus towards success. Sometime they stay at night and make their presentations for their university projects and it used to cheer me to no limit hearing their lines in the middle of the quiet night, how they see the future, how they plan to share their minds and soul for the better of their motherland. Those days are gone. I have no one here left. All I have are memories, beautiful memories, their dreams fulfilled with me as a collateral beneficiary. It's painful.

These days, what I hear around are relatives of these kids bragging about the latters' success. They spend here, they brag there, they throw parties everywhere. Their kids are abroad, earning so much money so these people here think they can drink unlimited and can gamble all day. Or worse, the younger ones don't study as hard since they don't feel the hardships their older brothers and sisters went through to attain success. These people here have no future, they are lifeless! I hope they wake up one day and realize their mistakes. I hope they get back to life. As of now, they are nothing but living dead. I call them ghosts. And I am the ghost town. I am a town in the Philippines!

Wednesday, October 24, 2012

Ralf and The Mayan Prophecy by Webbielady

Why are you so generous? I used to ask him.
It's just something material, it does not matter, the world will end soon, he'd always answer this way.

That's my friend Ralf. We went to secondary school together, ages ranging 12 to 17. Whenever we went to have lunch together, he'd pay for everything I ordered. Taxi, public transportation or even sometimes small school fees, he'd cover for me. He had always the same answer, that he does not need to keep any material things for him. He actually believed that the world was to end soon so no point in keeping anything.

Now that the popular Mayan Phophecy, about the world ending this year, I thought of Ralf. We have facebook contact and I know, by chatting with him from time to time that he did not change. He's still the same generous person I used to know. I know I could not beat his generosity. nor any person that I know alive could do that, it's just so deep and from within him. If a good proportion of humanity is like Ralf, the world would be a better place to live in. This world may end this year, but if no greediness is in everyone's character and generosity is in the air, and everyone have their fair share of material belongings, no war and famine would be necessary. This way, we'll all be happy to face the ending.

Saturday, September 01, 2012

In the tropical island by Webbielady

In the tropical island  by Webbielady

It can't be true! It can only be a dream.  

Hmmmmm... how relaxing.. how lovely... Mmmazing... The warm white sand soothing my naked body feels like ecstasy. At arm's length lies my fresh coconut juice in its own dehusked shell. I took a couple of sips out of it, slowly savoring the fresh sweet juice. It's sheer pleasure. Sitting like a Roman against the sun-bathing rattan chair, I could completely enjoy the view of those coconut and other palm trees casting the shadows of their dancing leaves against the warm white sand.

And I said to myself, "I love this dream".

I continued to "devour" that marvelous situation as the scent of salty waters filled my nostrills while the sea breeze, fresh, mild and aromatic at the same time, hit my naked physique like a mild Shiatsu. I inhaled deeply feeling the healthy oxygen the breeze was offering to my physical being for nourishment and for my soul to survive.

I affirmed to myself, "it can't be real".

Ohh how relaxing, how pleasing, how mind-relaxing. I almost moaned out loud with the moment's pleasure as three perfectly shaped and tanned ladies passed by, smiling at me sweetly. Oh those inviting smiles! And those glorious skimpy bikinis made me whistle out of tune. Those warm eyes seem to challenge my masculinity. "What a paradise it is here," I thought and I repeated for the last couple of times, "it can only be a dream. It can only be a dream." 

I slowly opened my eyes and turned my head in the direction of my office window. There's no hope outside, it's gloomy, cloudy, drizzly and windy as always in my EPO office location in Rijswik, Netherlands. What else can I expect in the middle of winter? I can only dream. Or worse, I can only day-dream! 

Wednesday, March 21, 2012

Life and Happiness

Life and Happiness

Sitting on the grass, under trees’ shadow, sunbeams through the
leaves, inundates me.

Distant memories, current sadness crowding


As a bird floating up in the air, soaring.

The miracle of life, the nature.

The sweet lovely melody


That life, like happiness, is an instant.

Tuesday, March 20, 2012

At the Festival: a cross-cultural love story

"Dad, why Mom looks different?" 

"Son, it's because mom is from Asia." 

"What is Asia, Dad?" 

"That is a continent, just like Europe or North America. We are in Germany and it is in Europe. Grandpa lives in Canada and that is North America. Asia, Europe and North America are all continents." 

"Hmmmm... but why? Can we go to Asia Dad? Maybe I can take the train again? I love it!" 

"Maybe this summer, Son. I will discuss it with mom so you will be able to see your relatives there too. And that takes an airplane, just like when we had our trip to uncle in Turin three months ago, remember?" 

"Wow! That's even more exciting then! Okay dad, I hope we can go soon, I really would love to fly again!" 

It seems just yesterday when I met Sharry in the Philippines. My friends from Germany decided to see this festival in a city in middle Philippines. It happens every third week of the January and there are just so many activities and contests that happen during this festival. Not to mention of course the "to-die for" beaches in that country. 

First, we went to a paradise-like beach called Boracay for one week. That was the second week of January in 2005. The week after, we visited Iloilo to enjoy this "Dinagyang Festival". It is a religious and touristic festival at the same time. Deeply, I am not so aware why this festival came in mind but maybe my friends have more ideas about this. All I can remember is that it was full of fun and people were all happy and nice. 

After the festival, we were supposed to go back to Germany. However, I got some virus from tropical water and I had to be admitted to the hospital. My friends did not have any choice but to leave me and take their return flights. My condition was hopeless. No relatives, no friends, weak health condition and no family member was there to attend to my needs. 

Sharry was one of the nurses monitoring me in the hospital where my friends brought me in. I was lucky to have mentioned to her my problem. She made it a point to make my life easier: helping me in every means she could and trying to comfort me that things would go all right. After a few days, I was back to normal. I did not go back to Germany that time. Sharry and I spent a little bit of time to know each other further. After 3 weeks I finally went back to Germany and Sharry went on with her work in the hospital. 

From the very moment we I was alone, I could not stop but to think of her. A year later, I went to witness Dinagyang Festival in Iloilo agian. I went to the hospital where Sharry work and lucky as I was, she was still there. We dated and and we got married a year later. 

Now we have our belowed son. It seems just yesterday but Dinagyang Festival had it happen

Thursday, March 01, 2012

Cherishing 2009 European Patent Office Temp Job Experience

European Patent Office (EPO) Experience, Cherished
Originally posted in my another site, in 2009 and all typos and/or mistakes are left unedited....
Where should I start? Where should I start?
. __From my left, right, north or south?
. .___I better start to those offices adjacent to mine
. .____As they all are cherished in my heart and mind.

. ._____To Mr. D as I call Dave Bax
. .______Who’s always there to make me laugh
. ._______I was his Karate kid to the max
. _______.As our funny tournaments were a good way to relax.

. _______.To Filip Demuinck who’s an intelligent person that hired me
. .______I always thank that moment when you agree
. ._____That I’d be the one to be there in that office
. ____.Despite that very short notice.

. ___Anna Maria Mauri is never forgotten
___With my hard trying Italian to her I’ve spoken
__Anna, veramente mi manchi tanto
_Spero che ci vediamo piu presto.

To dear Christian Jaskowiak who’s like a father_
Listening to his life’s experiences is always a wonder__
I always love it when he tells tales___
About his family, his wife, son and daughters.____

Now let me start in another side of the hall_____
Where Ton Brabander’s office is behind that wall______
Ton is always fun to talk to_______
And I never forget that he sings great too!_______

Now let me see what’s there in the corner_______
Where Luis Pereira and Ian Sanford were______
I have nothing much to tell about you two_____
But I always am thankful to have worked with both of you.____

Back to the other side of the hall with Frederique Musson___
She was the one who taught me the first booking lesson__
I never forget her patience and perseverance_
I wish to thank her personally if I get the chance.

_Together with Fred there comes Chritèle Lorho
__The SAP expert who’s willing to help me or you
___Chritèle, I greatly salute you
____For being such a SAP guru.

_____A wall apart is Marga de Bruijn
______She is the one who erases our frown
_______She brings color to every corridor
________And I always find it strikingly cool.

________Not to forget the solid trio
_______Clarice, Rachid and David number two
______For you three, I can’t say nothing much
_____But it’s always great to have worked with your lot.

____Iana Teneva is the ultima
___How can I ever thank her and her Bulgarian aura?
__She helped me so much with everything
_And I’m glad that we’re still connected through blogging.

Eric Redout is the man_
If we need information or direction, he’s the one.__
Thank you Eric for all the laughter___
I wish your kites would always be there, higher and higher.____

Chris Corney is never forgotten_____
Even though in the Hague he’s rarely seen______
I always think that his home-base is in Munich ______
But I can say that his people skills is really great._______

What can I say more than thank all of you?_______
My stay was really great at EPO______
How I wish I can return_____
But if that can happen, it’s still not known.____

Tuesday, February 28, 2012

Ang Akwaryum

Ang Akwaryum
Isinulat ni Webbielady

 Pagod na pagod na ako. Ayoko na. Ano ba naman ang importansiya ng buhay? Hindi ko talaga maintindan. 43 anyos na akong solo sa buhay. Wala lang, buhay nga ba 'to? Oo nga, buhay ba ang tawag dito? Buhay nga ako pero patay naman ang kaluluwa ko. Araw-araw na trabaho, walang pagmamahal, walang pag-aaruga, as in wala! Pagod na talaga ako sa routine na 'to! Ano pa ba ang pwedi kong gawin? Walang-wala na! Ang umanidad ay nakakahiya! Ang pulitika ay nakakasuka! Ang mundong ito ay playground lamang ng kasamaan at nakakasukang katotohanan. Ayaw ko nang manatili dito. Ayoko na.Gusto ko nang tapusin ang lahat! Papano nga ba?

 Ano nga ba ang best way ng pagpapakamatay na hindi kailangang magdusa? Tama na ang pagdurusa ko! Nakakahiya naman kung bibitayin ko ang sarili ko, pangit ang dating. E, laslasin ko kaya ang pulso ko? Yay, bloody nga naman! Ayoko din nyan! Lagyan ko nalang kaya ng lason ng daga ang gatas ko mamaya. Oo nga, tamang-tama! Bingo! 

Kaya lang... saglit nga! Papano ang mga isda ko? Sila lang yung nagpapasigla ng araw ko at sila lang ang nagpapasaya nang konti ng malungkot kong buhay. Sigurado magdudusa sila pag wala na ako. Kawawa naman itong mga minamahal kong isda! Hindi ko to matitiis! E, papano na ngayon? 

Makapagisip nga. Ayaw kong magdusa ang mga minamahal kong isda ng mas matagal kaysa sa pagdusa ko. Saglit! Hmmmm... Sa tingin ko, bawasan ko nlang yung tubig ng akwaryum, tapos ilagay ko sya sa kusina at buksan ko yung gas.... Tama! Ayan! Isara ko yung mga bintana at sa kusina ako matutulog kasama ng mga mahal kong isda sa kahuli-hulihang pagkakataon sa mundong ito. Bukas wala na kami dito............. 


 Oo na, oo na, alam ko! Buhay pa din kami! Hindo ko kayang patayin ang mga mahal kong isda! Wala na akong choise kundi mamuhay sa nakakasuklam na mundong to.

Thursday, February 16, 2012

The Aquarium

The Aquarium
 by Webbielady

 I'm just tired. I can't continue anymore.What's the point of living!? I cannot really see it. I am alone after all. At 43, I've just existed. Yes, ONLY existed: I work each day of my life but no passion, no love, no life, nothing! I am so bored of this routine.What else can I do? There's just nothing out there. Humanity itself is embarassing! Politics is a dirty game. This earth is nothing but a playground of egoism, betrayal, and horseshit?

Why should I belong here? I really don't want to. I want to cease my existence! How? How can I take my life without suffrage? I have suffered more than enough! Hanging myself is embarassing, it doesn't look pleasant after all so don't like that! Cutting my wrists? Oh, that's bloody! I don't want that either! I think I'll just drink a glass of milk with high concentrate of rat poison in it. Yeah, that's it! Eureka!

But... but...wait! How about my fishes? They are the only ones who cheer my day all these years and the only creatures that makes me happy a bit. They will suffer without me! Oh my poor ones! I can't let them suffer. What can I do now? Let me see. I do't like my beloved fishes to suffer any longer that I do. Wait! Hmmm... I think I'll just reduce the water in aquarium, place it in the kichen and I'll open the gas... Yes! That's it! I'll close the window and sleep in the kitchen with my fishes for our last moments on earth and together. Tomorrow my fishes and I will be not here anymore.........................

 ...the morning after...

 Yeah, yeah, I know! We're still alive indeed... I can't afford to kill my beloved fishes! I just have to face living in this disgusting world.

Wednesday, February 08, 2012

Labor and Humans

by Webbielady on 8 Feb 2012

Fingers aching...
Triceps sufferring...
Lower back burning...

Yes, people in the office
Sticking to their sitting places!
Why don't you move?
So blood circulation will improve?

Yes, labor is painful
But when money's plentiful
Humans are contended
Surely it's not greed!

Principle o feconomics
Humans are insatiable
So what can we do?
Nothing! Life's so!