Wednesday, 30 May 2007

I Feel Like Somebody's Watching Me

Usually, cranked messages are offensive and can be terrifying but mine are just plain stupid, funny and weird. Every once in a blue moon, I will receive stupid text messages on my phone from someone I know.
It started in 1999, when I kept receiving expensive gifts from him - a couple of gold rings, gold pendants, crystal ornaments and cash worth of RM1500. Not even a time I received these stuff on my birthday. So why were these things sent to my door? And for what reason? How did he get my office address? Thinking this was just some agressive admirer doing his things, I chose to ignore. Not long after that, things got weirder and alarming when people at site discovered a book full of his writings on Islam, snakes, Jesus, Prophet Muhammad, Imam Mahdi, his bad dreams, snakes again and a whole lot of snakes. Some words were written in red marker to represent blood. My name could be seen written at every page. He even drew my face in one of the pages and at the bottom of the sketch it said, “The Greatest Woman Of All - Heaven and Earth”. I was supposed to feel delighted upon hearing the words but this was way too scary for me to appreciate. Yes, no doubt, I am the greatest woman on Earth (cocky! cocky!) but for the Heaven part, I have my fingers crossed! hee… hee… hee…
I have moved out from the old house and I no longer work for that company. No more gifts. No more weird stories. So the only way he can show his adoration to this so-called Greatest Woman on Earth, is by sending text messages. He speaks things such as snakes, baby Alif, Prophet Muhammad and his bad dreams. I have tried many times to ask him to stop doing that but to no avail. It’s sooooooo annoying. Very annoying! He even catches me at the wrong time - while I was in a meeting, in the middle of the night while I was asleep, while I was having a romantic dinner with my soulmate and so on.


I keep updating the Police Department his frequently changing phone numbers. One funny thing about him is that everytime he changes his phone number he does not make any effort to hide his true identity at all! Why eh? On purpose? What purpose? Nowadays, whenever I receive his text messages, I just ignore and delete them right away.
Dealing with stalkers like this one is not easy. You just don’t know how to react when you are in a situation like this. If you are facing a problem like the one I am facing now, try these few useful tips:
1) The first thing to do is to say “no.” You need to tell your harasser in firm and unambiguous terms to stop the malicious behavior. However, do this only once because the harasser is trying to get a reaction from you and repeated contact. Don’t shout at him because by doing so you will encourage him or her.
2) The second most valuable lesson I learned is that the victim should never feel shame or embarrassed. Share your fear with someone you trust. Don’t go through this trauma alone by yourself. You must know that you are not to be blamed. People are not stalked because they have done anything wrong. They are victimized because someone in their lives for example, an ex-lover, a co-worker or a total stranger becomes romantically or otherwise obsessed with them.
3) Instead of changing your phone number, get a second unlisted one for friends or family and hook the old one up to an answering machine that can preserve a record of the harassing calls (I’d better start doing this soon). Have someone at your workplace to screen your calls and never accept any anonymous package.
4) If the harassment becomes worse, contact the Police Department and get a restraining order against your harasser.
5) Always ensure you carry your cellphone everywhere you go, even to bed.
6) Take a course on self-defense (like GTF Tae Kwon Do). This tip is only useful when your stalker does not carry a gun. If he does, you’ll die-lah!
If you have tried the tips and they’re still not working, my last advice to you is to PRAY A LOT and BE EXTRA-PATIENT. Soon the stalker will get tired and fed up.

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