Si Jim, si Jeff atbp (p-2)

....the continuation

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Unlike Jim, I met Jeff personally and tasted the ravage of his scams. The maverick gangster was our neighbor before he wander and plunder from one street to another. To describe him a little, - he is talk dark, slim, who would smoke like a cogon’ (grass used for thatching) causing His lips to black and so are his gums. After what he did, I avoid now those who own one. The superstition on someone having maitim na gilagid (black gums) seemed so TRUE in his case. (what you think? )

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Speaking of nerve, guts and LIES. Man, this Guy has TONS of it. “I am a product of decent school (i.e., San Beda & Mapua) and of big-paying corporation” are just among his fabricated lies meant to pillar his evil motive. Truth is: he was an undergrad from a school I even never knew existed, has been jobless, visa-less and passport-less for a year or so after absconding from a travel agency who sponsored his toxic visit in the country. The Agency also stake claim to victimhood after this Guy left their business in danger, and them, in debt.

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“I am smart, I wont be duped!”…

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“Don't bank on your confidence” my friendly tip. You never really know when he will strike and how you’ll fall in his trap - he is damn good in the lying field. Anybody saw Channel 2's (Kalye) documentary on hypnotism?. It also ring true on his case. A good acquaintance of mine find himself withdrawing cash from his credit card upon the hypnotic’s command, while mine w/c I hardly saved for a new laptop and mobile had gone missing :(.  The [supposed] bday gift for myself were replaced w/ anger and disappointment by the money-sucking crook. He betrayed my trust, battered my kindness. And I was so stupid to believe & entertain the thief, lier, and god knows what else. I was freaking mad. But once melted by his drama when he does it w/ matching tearjerk. I did gave him the chance to change. "Start a new life, I plead". After the shedding of crocodile tears, however, he went back FAST to his “job”, had better prospects, gain more earnings - and more raging enemies at that. Dang!, I can't believe he would feed his Kids in such a way.

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His victims are growing…

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Jeff’s looting case breed each time he would knock at someone’s door and befriend a stranger in the street. He was a salesman yesterday, a businessman today and a Kabayan-in-need tomorrow. Vanguard your emotions!, - there is he would play. Dont be fooled w/ his tactics, - he works like an Agent of a Pre-need Plan.  Woe to his latest prey - an old woman who labor 14 hrs a day, 7x a week in a small chinese resto'. I was saddened to know she's never been home for many years, but more saddened  to find out that this Jeff  duped her too.  He's been hunted as well by his housemates and landlord, after collecting the rent - and running it away. I know. I've spoken and barter bad stories to a number of them. Japok's name & photo was longtime sent to Police for blotter. But the case had since turned cold. As of this writing, He remain at large and in "business". Tsk.
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In  memory of Jim, Jeff & their League, I came up with this slogan I dedicate to every Pinoy, (OFW especially)...

"Saan man tayo sa mundo

Doble-ingat sa manloloko

Ingatan ipon at pitaka nyo

 Huwag basta magtiwala,

sa Kabayan man o Banyaga,

Nang sa huli di maging kawawa"

Si Jim, Si Jeff at Ibpa… (part 1)

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Haaay... Pinoys in the Emirates are in troubled water again. And the name we've been struggling to re-build were jeopardize - besmirched, and tainted anew.
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Thus, I set aside my Ramadan reflections this month for a more grave but unholy issue - talk about JIM & JEFF - our erring Kabayans of  the season. The duo's alleged [cash-related] crimes have been the cause of shaking-heads in our scandal-prone community and an added source of PAIN and yes, HATE among their robbed-prey (count yours truly).
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My blogsite's been itching to expose their plundering case. I was only reluctant due to its sensitive nature and in thought of my non-Pinoy readers. As possible, I 'd shun away from this tale of humiliation & indignity as it is tantamount to milking my own blood and vilifying my own state. I am uncomfortable as much as you are. I made a pact w/ myself, however, not to ‘cry wolf’  had my facts were’nt valid and proofs arent’ strong. W/ hodge-podge of follow-up reports drawn against J & J by the Media, Internet, and the victims themselves, I know I'm not barking @ the wrong tree. And w/ the negative impact to every OFW san the moral damage this notorious Jeff has personally given me, i decide to finally break my silence and surface out of my shell - for VENDETTA justice, honor and public awareness' sake. I post ‘em here now without fear & prejudice. NOW or NEVER.

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Kabayan, Kabayan, Bakit mo Ito Ginawa??

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Si JIM
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                                       According to his Resume', 31 yrs old Jim Abanto Miranda have been working in the Country since 2006  and later was employed as a Relations Officer for a Dubai-based financial industry. He has proven himself an absolute jerk few weeks ago after allegedly sprinting-away his loot, leaving his Pinoy Officemates in real mess and in distress. How much the rowdy cat dragged from their Company?  JUST Dhs. 250 thou or a staggering 3.3 Million Pesos - serious cash more than enough to pay the investment & leisures of his dream.

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A month after I had emails of his alleged looting case, his "saintly" mug shots were headlined on Balitang Middle East. I did call and speak to the raging bro of JIM's beleaguered colleague - "Solon", who is a new fellow in Town. He was asking for immediate SUPPORT in disseminating the shocking info' aim to trace the newly-millionaire's whereabouts back home.
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Had the latter's sis was the one who recommended the said culprit for the job - whose duty includes encashing checks upon his sister's endorsement. He feared now for her future as she was the one facing the very wrath of their Employer who seemed not to ever want Pinoy workers anymore. Imprisonment's looming like a dark cloud to that lady and to the rest - once Jim's looted million not returned. "Good Job", Jim. Look what you've done. Tsk.

Up Next ... SI JEFF -

Rubbish Tale 1: Truth Smells

Each living and non-living thing has a story to tell. “They” that lived with me in this decaying part of the City, certainly have one to share.

Location: Al Khan St. in Sharjah: (City of Forbidden Silver)

When my big sis' Bing chose to left me here for Canada, I was thrown into a new building to join a sharing flat. Eventually, my excitement of living-out in a new jungle (aka setting) had turned sour - when the pedestrian-friendly pavements I walk and run each Office day start showing-up its true color out by its stark and “smelly” truth - both AMUSING & IRRITATING.. I tell you.
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They are common & familiar sights, scene-stealing from dusk till dawn, and been begging my mobile to hand them a photo-shoot ...
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Like a suspected rapist in the darkened corner, they've been smiling and winking @ me the moment I rush my feet through them…

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And like a starving vagrant outhere, I am too, was smitten by her charm - and potentials...
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I can't blame him, Because if you cares to look, you’ll see their stereotype are not always an eyesore..
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but some of them could actually keep your earthly treasures...

and would help you laid your tired back after a long day...

some of it could be your health-buddy outdoor,….

or intimate partner indoor..

Everyday, THEY and MORE are basking in glory there for the wandering eyes to see, and for the diligent hands to grab - all COST & TAX FREE.

BE WARNED, ... HOWEVER.

They are either second or third-hand, so might be plagued already with crawling bugs or stagnant germs. Therefore, the smart choice belongs to those who are dirham-pinching nowadays on whether or not they take them home - prior to City's "Concerned" Department advent.

Dang! 'Guess I’m back on my crazy week. Whose freaking toilet bowl is that by the way?

Related Article: Silver no More in Sharjah

From INDIA w/ Love (part 1): “Babies from the Roof"

As an antidote to a murky week that was, I'll be posting series of Odd Tales I plowed [this time] from the beautiful soil of Sushmita Sen and Aishwarya Rai. And because I normally wallk and rub-elbows with gazillion of them in this country, It is just ethical or rather “safe”, to say No Pun intended in the issue.

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The Ritual...
Baby-dangling scenes were captured anew in a remote village of Maharastra giving the global viewers a good shock of their lives. The same triggers intense media scrutiny calling the circus show, nay,.. the pagan rite to stop it's public staging immediately.
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The poor toddlers, as young as 2 years, were on the verge of loosing their tiny tonsils due to wild screaming as Ritual Masters in the shrine's rooftop dangled ‘em up in the presence of a rejoicing crowd and throw ‘em down - to a stretched canvas sheet held in pride by a cluster of faithful “catchers” waiting 50 FT. below. Their respective Moms on the other hand, also looked-up and waited for their naked little ‘angels’ or capeless super-babies to plummet fast like a shooting star. Perhaps praying to Gods that their fragile newborn would land the sheet safe, sound – AND ALIVE.

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The ancient folklore, I found out, have been a common practice in Western India by its Hindu-Muslim aborigines. In fact, a much-awaited event for 500 freaking years now - most noted in rural corners where child mortality rate counts the highest. The Fall (they say) ensures GOOD HEALTH for the Baby and PROSPERITY for the Family.
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So far, no injured little limbs, bones or torso were reported dismembered, injured or broken, and because of that, the throwing-ritual lives on ...

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UNBELIEVABLE! (the no-injured babies, I mean) ...to be continued

Shades of Gray 2: That Lady in Yellow

It was 1986. Rain just fell and sky was bright. The Dictator’s despotic tenure in the Palace by the River, were numbered. I was dressing-up for my afternoon class when suddenly, commotions leaks from outside. I peeped through our windowpane and check where the torrent of squeals are hailing from. I witnessed a lion’s share of frantic feet, big and small, all casted towards the town's center street. Could it be a Fire or a Gang-war that made ‘em (my neighbors) dumped their chores and flee their homes? “The wife of Ninoy’s coming”!.. yelp an omen-believing Elder.
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CORY!, CORY!
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From a distance, I stood in dignified silence while my tribesmen are chanting a woman’s name. (My freaking folks are a picture of blood-hungry spectators cheering for clashing Gladiators in a Mortal Combat). The ear-defeaning chant of theirs get bigger and heavier as the Party’s campaign-float drew closer. Finally it passes our respective border and in the blink of an eye, conquered each and everyone. Lean and small, I was overshadowed by the tall and fat ones, so I needed to crane my neck like a giraffe to grab a better glimpse of that simple-looking woman in geeky glass whose short hair’s wavy, skin's flawless tipping-off a wealthy background.

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An Encounter w/ a Hero,

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To my delight, she gave a me quick nod and a sweet smile as she does generously for everyone. I sighted: her two hands are diligently making an L shape - for FIGHT or “Laban” accordingly, to which everybody (except for me, I guess) have gladly mimic on the spot. Incredible! My young mind wonders "what kind of charisma this woman possessed to freak and enchant my townsmen?".

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As for me, what star-strucked me the most is the vivid paint of the blouse she’s wearing - a beautiful YELLOW, so eye candy and magnetic - eventually became a special symbol of her extraordinary legacy in the concrete jungle that is Politics. Soon I learnt, she is the Leader in disguise who beckon thousands of feet and hands in unity and spearheaded 'em to revive freedom & democracy. The grieving mom and widow of a noble man who became the prime instrument in ousting the country's tyrannic-aging ruler and his Imeldific-shoe collector wife to leave the High Office they and their loyal cronnies had occupied & looted terribly for 20 years.

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it was a defining moment. 23 years ago when I first saw her, the President. and the rest, they say is History.

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Tie the yellow ribbons,

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From million miles, I could only see her now in TV and in print. Lifeless and colorless this time after a month-long of battle and defeat with the Big C. She's being mourned greatly, missed sorely by millions of Local & Global Filipino as patented by showers of yellow confettis and ribbons everywhere - to both lament and honor her passing. I could also see "crocodile tears" amongst those who sobbs and siffs. Those who question her indecisive leadership in social and economic reforms. Those whose expectations she "failed" when the agrarian program fell short in ending land domination of the Elites. Those cynics and hecklers who joked and guffaws upon the rumors of her alleged "hiding" beneath the bed to shield her head of bullets in the apex of an opposing military coup', ...among others.

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Against all odds and tides, that Lady in yellow remain affloat and in usual kind self - respected, beloved, remembered and shining as ever - even in her sickness and in death. The International Merits Awards she garnered during her time are nothing compared to the hearts, spirits and souls she has earned - "Us" whom she taught and inspire to believe again in the moving power of Hope, Faith and Integrity. OF FIGHTING A GOOD FIGHT TILL THE VERY END.

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I am one of those who say "Salamat po and PAALAM Tita CORY".