Attack of the Clogged: The Evil Strikes Back

How long can a man holds grudge against an innocent another? How long can a man harbors bitterness over an unintentional snub? How long can a man gets over something that should otherwise been a simple case of lapse in judgment? Two months? A year? A lifetime? Or til he realizes at least some of the objects of his frustrations? Two months after the horrible dedication to avenge what's for him "was the greatest sin you could ever commit", the man in black is getting more furious and relentless in his evil endeavor to destroy the fruitful chico.

The saga continues. He is so upset to read the messages my friends and some anonymous people left in the blog I wrote about him. He finds it difficult to accept that despite all his efforts to exaggerate things , his pathetic and inventive lies are getting eclipsed by the true circumstances about his motivations. He is so disgusted that no one seemed to believe his story telling. He is jealous to know that I am more loved and trusted despite his labors to make me look unlovable and trashed. He is hating me more than ever as he grips more tightly to the angst and anguish of his desperate soul. He is so mad to see me happy and living life to the fullest after all that he has done.

His latest threat? Hacking onto my friendster account and messaging all my friends (250+ of them) and telling them lies and vulgar stories about me. Then using the same account for the nth time, he is joining gay forums and starting threads telling things he expertly does on my behalf. Finally this, he has found his way to our company email address directory and now he started sending my officemates vulgar stories about me with matching obscene photos and malicious representations. I would not be surprised if tomorrow the same email would find its way to the mailboxes of our senators and the office of the President! How gross!

He even takes pride to say that he is my mortal enemy. Well, he is wrong. I never consider him as enemy. Though he may have done damage to me, I view it as his way to appease how I have made him felt during the snubbing incident. In as much as I want to hate him and get even, my conscience dictates me that doing so is unchristian and unbecoming of an educated person. So instead of blaspheming him accordingly, I choose to fill a big heart for a troubled soul and I maybe right.

Someone left me a message on the blog and he shared me something about this guy that should make me understand him more. This guy, who has hated me for the longest time has actually been through a lot in life. He was a product of a broken family and since childhood, has been house hoping just to live each day and survive. At early age, he's been exposed to the "dirty jobs" and through this and some ambition to improve his life, he was able to finish an education degree and fact of matter is, he even graduated magna cum laude in some school in Cebu. Sadly, he had never been given the opportunity to become a teacher as he was more inclined to do things beyond the boring classrooms of ABC. He has tried some modeling stint and been joining male beauty contest here and there. Just the same, no light had shone on him. So he was forced to go back to his old self and doing his "dirty jobs" so he could survived. He's been involved in a lots of runaway robberies in Manila and Cebu before he decided to go to Dubai. But his sad luck continues, the company that sent him to Kish (where we have met) and where he has worked for some months, didn’t pay his salary so he was forced to resign and do what he does best, this time in Dubai, so he could survive another day.

With what he's doing, I feel little afraid. No, not for my self for facing all those humiliations and embarrassment but to him for the way he is evolving. He's troubled and as days pass, he's showing signs of mental deteriorations. It seems difficult for him to move on. He's still clogged in that one moment in time that he's trying to shake my hands and shook the air instead. I feel sorry for him. Now I realized, there could really be more to that hands shaking. It could have been another Kimi Dorish moment where he's trying to tell me…" I am just little gay, standing in front of a boy, asking him to love me…." Hehehe. Again, sorry for that. I have no plans.

So how long will he be going to do this? Well, I have no idea. I just wish he could find a better and decent paying job so he could be busy with something else productive. At least now, I understand where it's all coming. He has his reasons and I just wish him to realize that there's still more to life after all the aggravations and frustrations. It's not too late to move on and start over.

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“It is a simple but sometimes forgotten truth that the greatest enemy to present joy and high hopes is the cultivation of retrospective bitterness.”
- Robert G. Menzies

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The Evil's Advocate (Attack on an OFW Part 2)

So it's true what they say that you can never be too careful in the choice of your enemies. Sometimes, out of no where, people will just run into your life and hate you as if you have caused them their entire life's desolation and search for purpose. Honestly, I am just starting to regain and rebuild myself and dreams after a very long time when I decided that money alone wouldn’t make me feel happy as an OFW ( I quit my previous job that paid me more and where I did less almost nothing). Haven’t gone far enough though in my new job, then here comes the haters and bashers. Out of no where and out of just reasoning, suddenly I was nailed on the cross of indiscriminate internet assassination. It was desperately done, leaving no stones unturned and no acquaintance apprehensive.

Who is this person and why has devoted all his life trying to make me suffer? Well, I don’t know him personally but let us take a look at where his everest high abhorrence and pacific deep abomination is coming. During the many months that I was jobless in Dubai, I have made three exits to Kish (Iran). In all those times that I was there, I would have lost my sanity if not for the friends and company that I have met there. HE WAS ONE OF THEM. Some kabayans would arrive from Dubai and left the same day, some spent weeks, some stayed for months, while some, sadly, were forced to go back to the Philippines. But it never really matter, the amount of time couldn’t measure the bonding and camaraderie each of us felt while waiting for our visa back to Dubai. At each time that I would be back to Dubai, I was hoping that I could see some of them again.

So it happened, unexpectedly and untimely. Along the busy Al Riqa Street, our path crossed one time last June. He said hello and kumusta ka? I barely recognized him and I was having a hard time recalling where we have met. He reminded me that it was in Kish, he spent five days there and checked in the same building as ours though he's in a separate room. Before I could even recall and shook his hands back, my thought got blocked by some other ambiguities and I decided togo away. I left his hand hanging in the air. I have no idea that it's going to be the grounds of his relentless attack and passionate obsession to kill me at least on the internet. I never thought that he's going to take that simple lapse in judgment as a serious matter worthy of all his time and efforts.

A week after, I could no longer access my yahoo account. I didn’t bother. But the succeeding manipulations were just too obvious and malicious to ignore. I don’t know how he got the password to my account (he knew so much about me because he asked for my CV before he went back to Dubai). With the access on his hand, he started sending malicious and thought provoking emails to my friends and relatives. Then he took control of my friendster account and he posted there some very private pictures of mine he found on my email. He also made a very disturbing and destructive shoutout that somehow fell almost in the category of unbelievable. The he hacked into my Facebook account using the same ID, changing my profile picture and posting again a very malicious and front status. Then finally, he entered my life through my blogs. He changed my blog name and edited my profile. He deleted all the recent comments and left self destructing messages in my blogrolls' chatboxes. That’s the reason why I was forced to transfer my old blog and created this new one. Luckily, I have a back up of all my past entries, blog roll and widgets.

Me as a person, I know when to say sorry. So I apologized to him if I might have embarrassed him or caused him any harm or hurt without my knowledge. But he refused to accept my apology. It even fuelled his fascination and madness to create some more mess towards my complete humiliations. He created five more friendster account where he posted my alleged and photoshopped nude pictures. Then he joined forums and started threads saying that I have STD and I worked as a callboy ( and you know what callboys do, especially here in Middle East). He later transformed my old blog account that used to house the monologues of the desert dude into an empty blog that expressed the things that he's doing and made it show that I was the doing it. Inevitably, there would be people who have read and seen all the updates he's doing on my social networking accounts. I couldn’t help but explain. And I couldn’t explain to all, luckily, I have friends who know me better than the internet, I have a family that understand and I have faith in God that soon this will be over.

Now my blog is safe. As for the rest of my accounts, may he found time to think that he's doing more harm to himself than to me. I know God is watching him. I have apologized sincerely to him and I have rested my case. Whether he accepted or denied that, it's beyond my conscience to bear what's doing. I am working decently and happily. Some people are just too selfish and insecure to pester someone else as if I owe him a world for making him feel so unimportant and immaterial. I could not wish him to just die because I know it's bad. I just pray that he realizes sooner that he could not forever hurt me and destroy me. I am standing alone, complete, earning, capable, healthy (without any STD), trusted and most of all, LOVED.

At the end of the day, I could afford to smile. I could very well be a celebrity, with haters and bashers trying to stain my popularity and fame. Kalevel ko na si Katrina Halili na may sex video, pati yung ibang artista na may nude pics sa nga ninakaw nilang celfone. Am I that important? Am I that big? I am too busy to care about. But what’s this blog? Well, let's say I just want to let loose. Actually, this is the easiest blog that I have ever written, less than an hour. Why? Because I don’t have to think, it just comes freely and flowingly, and that is naked truth.

Attack on OFW (Part 1)

Looks like the world is getting darker and ruder. The light that was there in the beginning was so powerful that some were blinded and shunned away from it. Slowly, the world is being hostaged by people who, in their desire to profit the easiest way, have already traded cards with the devil to live the lives they have been desperately wanting to have, money from trusting and hard working people, instant spotlight by degrading the OFWs and even bad mouthing others to outlive their bitterness and anger. Everyday we witness the birth of someone conceived innocent and clean and now have manifested their alliance with the evil, not just in real life but in the blogosphere as well, not just in the Philippines, but in places like Dubai, where some Filipinos tricked fellow kabayans for money, for attention and self loath revenge.

OFWs are now called as our nation's new heroes. Just as we work hard to send money so that our loved ones back home could live in a decent house, eat a delicious meal, wear some nice clothes, go to decent school and enjoys some life beyond just surviving, some parties seemed to be not happy and please with that tag. Either by jealousy, bitterness, angst, own experience or plain insecurity why others can do this and they can only do that, it doesn’t really matter at all, for any heartless and hurtful opinions, false bearing against someone else and taking things that don’t belong to you shouldn’t at any time be tolerated and left at will.

Opinions can never be wrong or right because it's an opinion, plain and simple. When someone gives an opinion on something, he's expressing his thought however misguided, unintelligent or unfounded it is. To him and him alone, that's his view and we can never say he's wrong or right. But we can opine on their opinion to defend what their saying is in contrast with what we believe in. Especially if what they're talking down was about us, about the "profession" that we all try to endure and perfect despite the hard fact that it could never be, we can do more that just say a counter opinion, but share our lives and experiences to belie and disproof this opportunist's claims and hurtful atrocity against the image of Filipinos working overseas.

MUKHANG PERA, that is what he's saying about US. That money is the only thing that motivates people to work abroad. NO MORE NO LESS. That we are "makakapal ang mukha katulad ng sa dinosaur" because we are willing to do things we don’t normally do back home such as washing somebody else's ass so we could earn a living. That OFW deserved to be abandoned and fooled by their wives/husbands back home because we ourselves are more inclined to get involved with that kind of affairs with other people. That it is undue and unsolicited for politicians and people back home to sympathize when an OFW falls victims of their employers especially the maid and caretakers. That because OFW are paid to serve their sirs and maams, torture and inhuman acts come part of its package and that it should not stir anyone to complain or react. What a heartfelt opinion, really. I felt it in my heart because I am an OFW myself. I felt so offended, hurt and enraged.

Now here's my opinion on his blasphemous opinion he said he initially wrote down in pages of yellow paper. Hindi kami mukhang pera, rather MUKHA KAMING PAMILYA. Love for the family is the reason why we left them and we hope to provide them better future though it means sacrificing ours. It's not kakapalan ng mukha when we wash someone else's ass to earn money, it's TATAG NG KALOOBAN to do everything so that no one on our family will feel hunger, get sick, and everyone will feel happy and well provided. We didn’t decide to work abroad to find another wife or husband, we came for a noble cause of helping our family and country. When our loved ones traded us for another, we don’t deserve that gratitude in any way. When one of us gets maltreated and harassed by the people that we work for, we don’t deserve that either. Yes, we are paid, but that is to take care of their children and manage their homes, but not to serve as punching bags or sex slaves. When one of us suffers beyond measure and death, we are not asking to be objects of late commendations, political manipulations and kababayans' pity and sympathy. Just the same, we don’t want to get lambasted by our own fellowmen. With had enough pain and we don’t want to feel some more when people condemned our sad fate, we never had it coming.

This blogger's opinion on OFW was based on his experiences as an OFW himself. How ironic! He was there yet he never realized the real meaning of how it was to be there. He never looked beyond the window outside of his probably fruitless experience as a factory worker in Taiwan and a welder in Saudi. Maybe his opinion was for his experience alone, cause majority of us OFW are happy and happy being of help to our loved ones back home. Maybe he's just frustrated. Maybe he's just sour graping. Maybe he' just wanting more attention to his blog, if you may call it one. OR MAYBE HE"S JUST DRUNK.

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"A crusade against OFW is a crusade against HOPE, FAITH, SACRIFICE and LOVE."

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