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 matériel, ce n'est pas grave, le monde prendra fin bientôt>>,  avait-il toujours répondu de cette façon.

C'est mon ami Ralf. Nous sommes allés à l'école secondaire ensemble, de l’ âge de 12 à 17 ans. Chaque 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 réponse, qu'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 Ralf. Nous avons des contacts sur facebook et je sais, en discutant avec lui de temps en temps, qu'il n'a pas changé. C'est toujours la même persone généreuse que je connaissais. Je sais que je ne peux jamais battre sa générosité, ni 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'air, et que tout le monde était autosuffisant , les guerres et les famines disparaitraient et nous serions tous heureux d’affronter  la fin.

Life and Happiness

Life and Happiness

Moments

Sitting on the grass, under trees’ shadow, sunbeams through the

leaves, inundates me.

Thoughts

Distant memories, current sadness crowding

Flying

As a bird floating up in the air, soaring.

Celebrating

The miracle of life, the nature.

Singing

The sweet lovely melody

Reminding

That life, like happiness, is an instant.

Ang Akwaryum

Ang Akwaryum
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 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............. 


 .....kinabukasan..... 


 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.

Friday and Summer Evening

7 p.m. Happy to end my week. It's the end of the month and it's a routine to process something important before going home. Today's one of these few days. Left by colleagues alone in the building, I feel my own footsteps. I walk fast to the parking area. Most cars are gone. I can count the remaining ones. I proceed to the bike shed. My bike's one of the very few left. I unlock my bike. I mount it. I open the shed door with my chipped-badge. I cycle homeward.



The street's empty. The sound of the wind is strong. The shower was so thin I can barely feel with the wind. The Vliet canal's quiet, no boat, no kayak girls and guys, no one. The team of fun-fishers camping along the canal during the entire week's gone too. No one, stillness, only nature and me and my bike.

The sky's darkening, I speed up to avoid stronger rain. Another street. The cars line the side of the street, everyone's home? Or everyone's away leaving the cars? No food smellfromhouses, no TV flashing views from the windows. No life. Still the wind blows. Warm from biking, cold from the wind. Mixed emotions.

The street's almost done. I have to cross and take another smaller street. Oh! Two souls! A father and a son on their respective bikes. Kiddie's too small. I think he's two. Dad's happy giving directions. They both have red sweaters. I bike past them. I have to cross the Sir Winston Churcillaan. Still quiet, a few cars while I cross. Calm. No heavy traffic. I am near home, still no one around biking. I could smell my dinner. Feeling warm. Feeling not alone. I arrive at my bike shed. I keep my bike, I run upstairs. Someone's there. Amore.

No more alone, no more mixed feelings. Only warmth and love. Summer in Rijswijk Netherlands, Friday evening.

Pain... at 17:05 26/07/11

Pain

Some hate it

some love it

some avoid it

some embrace it

Is it essential?

Is it immaterial?

Is it lethal?

But is it mortal!

Pain...

Pain..

It's nothing

But humane!

Chapter II. I Am The Messenger: That Last Day

It was a beautiful weekend. Sunny as always in the city where my parents and I lived. Being a lazy kid at school where all my needs was provided easily by my ever understanding and generous dad. School was not a problem either: my dad has connections and I was always failing in all the tests. Why should I care? I would surely pass and make it to the next school grade anyway. Yes, just like the year before and the year before that.

To inspire my little lazy dumb brain,and bad attitude too, dad and mom wanted to give me some special weekend treat. I chose to go out and do shopping with them, have them buy all I wanted. We have loaded everything into our car and decided also to head to the nearby restaurant for dinner that Saturday evening.

After dinner, I knew my parents were tired but I was always the deciding factor and after all I knew it was I they wanted to please so that I would study at least a bit. I was thinking back then, "Oh f_ _ k that s_ _ t! Why should I?"

Being a typical me, and to partially punish my parents for not leaving my ass alone, I opted to watch the last show in the cinema with them. I can't even remember what that stupid film was! It ends around 9:30 PM and it was so much stretched day for mom and dad. And I did not care, I was actually enjoying seeing their exhaustion.

It was already late when we finished the film or when we decided to get back home. It was just before ten o'clock at night.We were in the parking of the cinema building and I was still sulking because of my parents who forced responsibilities on me. At least the way I thinkof it that time. I really hated that.

As I was sulking, it was when my dad was about to open the car doors when two masked individuals shot him thrice: head, head and left chest. They did the same to my mom. I wondered why they did not shoot me too. They searched for dad's wallet, took all the things they could put their hands intofrom the car and they also took my mom's shoulder bag. They took all the jewelries and watches my parents were having on that day.

I was immobile leaning hugging one of the nearby posts as I saw my parents shot to death. I was in that position until the police and ambulance arrived. That was when my lazy and comfortable and wealthy life was ended...

To be continued

Chapter I. I am the Messenger

Chapter I. I Am The Messenger

No regrets. I am as I am. I am the messenger. Anyone who wants his message delivered, I am glad to offer the service. My service costs a lot of money. How much? One attache case of bundled cash is the minimum. And my services cost blood and breath. "I'll take your breath away." This is always my first message to my recipients. Then, I deliver the final message..."the message of the messenger".

Most of the time, my recipients would laugh at my very face. The usual reaction is to take my first message as a joke. But once they hear the final message, they try to panic. Yet, the confusion stays in their expression. I know what they are thinking... that I am incapable... yes, incapable of ending their lives. I don't want to make people suffer from confused mind, thus, I always shoot them between the eyes to make them not to get confused further or to be confused longer than 30 seconds.

It's been 15 years of service. Yes, 15 years as a messenger. When I was 12, I started this profession. It was harsher for me back then, but I learned my lessons and lasted to this very day. I am not aware how many breaths I ended, or how many gallons of blood I allowed my recipients to waste for all these years. I have no idea. I cannot even count. But I am sure I am okay with all those cash I received from those who availed my services. I got a few sacks of them at my place.

... to becontinued...

I am the Messenger Chapter II. That Last Day

Blue Moon

The nights's approaching. It's  nine o'clock and 15 minutes but they stayed still in the park. Spending the whole afternoon and early portion of the evening lying in the park's grass is a perfect moment. Who can imagine? Happiness need not necessairily be expensive. He noticed that all those movie moments, disco moments, special dinner moments, he cannot compare those feelings to what he's feeling right now.

Almost all the park goers have gone home for dinner. They're still there, lying in their backs on the grass, talking nonsense, talking about their dreams as they hold each other's hand.

"Are you hungry?" he asked her.

"No. Can we stay a few more minutes? I love the feeling that we are together with only the sound of nature around. Why? Are you hungry?" She asked him back with concerned tone.

"No. I was just thinking of you. We're here for quite some time."

"Indeed but the feeling to be in this way is amazing, y'know. Who knows what the future holds? We may go back in this park someday with our children..." She left the sentence hanging.

"Children??? You mean? You mean? I mean, why the concept of children came to your mind?"

"Oh come on!" She teased him as she pulled his face and deeply kissed him.

"I thought for quite some time about what you said and what you tell me almost everytime... that you really love me. We've been together for so many years and I want to say I appreciate everything. No one else cares for me as you do. I mean, what else should I look for? All is laid down good for me. It's you!"

"Are you sure you're not hungry?" He tried to relax himself and return the teasing though deep down inside he's feeling so nervous, excited and full of anticipation.

"No. I just want to tell you something important before we head for dinner. I love you, too".

"Oh God! At last I heard those words I've been dying to hear for years."

He pulled her close and they kissed for a long time. The moment they realize it's really getting late, they saw the moom so full and big and it looks like it's tainted with blue. It's a lovers' moom. They are meant for each other. His happiness tonight is so much that he could hardly breath. 

"Oh at last! Thanks God." He was whispering and grateful for this special night.

"Let's go and have dinner, Sweetheart." She pulled his hands and as soon as they're near each other, they walked with his hand wrapping her shoulders while hers is around his waist.