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.
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.