[#3 POST] FULL TEXT IN GREATER DETAIL, “I AM THE WINNER” [Words; 1,994] It’s been a long while ago I’ve been trying to get the story of my life out of my chest that really, really disgusts me for years. It’s a vast body of deceit my stalker and her crewmembers thought is dead and buried. But, still alive and kicking while walking it’s way straight out of the grave of lies and deception. For the whole wide world to hear her death threat and how my enemies were scheming my downfall with the use of police department [NYPD] and the court system to carry out deportation of innocent person on my audio voice recorder as BHANG, BHANG, BHANG GOES the story about my stalker who wants me desperately in her life after she had found out about me through her friends. Note that I’m a US Citizen. Furthermore, our attitudes and views are diametrically opposed on most things as she made several attempts to get me, be that as it may, all her plans failed as all hell broke loose when she wanted to take me out on a road trip desperately for weekend getaway in New Jersey. She paid for hotel reservation and all, and then told me that, “I had made arrangement plan for our weekend getaway in NJ” afterwards. And then I said to her “go ahead and cancel that hotel reservation and everything else, and that, I’m not interested, and I’m not going anywhere with you, ok!” That’s all I said, right from then on she got mad, and everything fell apart, and unleashed madness out of her, like a outta control mad dog of a Pit-bull that got broke out right off the chain in the back yard, and run through the neighborhood with killer instinct to target its prey. And then, she was like, “I ain’t having it; if I can’t have you, can nobody else have you, I might as well set you up n****r”. To nip this incident in the bud, the very 1st day this incident happened I was inside my apartment, when she was stalking me at my apartment door. Suddenly, I heard a continuous loud bang on my apartment door like someone got jimmy in his hands in a way that seems like my door was going to be knocked down out of the door frame, so I immediately took a quick peep through the peephole to see who that was, and then turned out to be my stalker I’ve been avoiding for a while like an outbreak of plague, while her friends are on the ground floor waiting to see me come out of the building, and ready to kill me. Without delay, I called 911 7th times back to back for more than 3 hours, it took entire lifetime for police (NYPD) to arrive at the scene, while I’m recording everything, her death threats, scheming plot discussion over the phone against me with her friend Lisa, 911dispatchers over the phone, and when police finally arrived on my audio voice recorder while I’m inside my apartment. Clearly, when police finally arrived, no arrest was made. Instead, she was warned by the cop and let go, but she wouldn’t listen, that if she ever comes around again she would be arrested. To put my story down to experience, and the sudden realization of what my stalker had done to me, is the fact, that, dysfunctional families produces children of a bad product who don’t care about anyone, as they continue to plague society by causing trouble and antisocial behavior problems everywhere they go. In the same way, a week after she violated police order and came back and did it again at my apartment door, made up a scene in the presence of my neighbors, posing death threat and all, while I’m recording her threat statements on my voice recorder inside my apartment, at this time, she knew already, that I’m going to seek protection for filing a restraining order against her. So, she quickly reported to police department false accusation of felony crime against me that I did never commit, before I reported her violation of police order, in order to prevent me from filing for an order of protection against her. Therefore, I filed an order of protection against her as a plaintiff. Surprisingly, I was denied. Then came to found out that she had pulled a stunt plot with misleading statement of deception, THE NYPD ITALIAN UNDERCOVER COP deliberately fell for my stalker’s scheme to skip arrest for my order of protection as he ignored all clear convincing evidence to proof my case in my arms, and brought me to trial for felony crime I’d never commit without any investigation. Couple with, the Italian undercover cop told me that she had reported 10 minutes earlier before I reported to the police department at another location in Queens Borough, that, this is the reason why this case is in favor of her as a complainant, and forcefully reduced me to a defendant from the 1st complainant. So, my earlier 911-phone call when police failed to arrest her makes no effect in this case to them, it’s like I never call 911 at all. Jeez! Oh, I get it. N.B - I bet that the moment you finished reading this part, just go straight to the audio CD player as it’s now available on CD, and listen to the entire drama took place at my apartment door, especially her scheming plot against me, as all her threat statements played out like a scene from Hollywood movie as she was stressing that she’s going to set me up and use both the NYPD and the court system to do me dirty and nasty and that I’m going to die soon, everything is 100% accurate as the drama continues, and then you’ll be shock beyond belief with a wow factor dripping out of your lips. Honestly, I played by the rule and regulation of the State of New York. As I refused to open my door for my stalker to forced herself on me, and to forfeit my right to liberty for the crime I never commit, as it is my responsibility to prevent anyone from taken away my right to life from me, which is my right not to be punish, and my right to be fairly protected by the power of the state. As a matter of fact, at the very moment, I was denied an order of protection against her, she was all out to set me up at my college, my workplace not even to mention my East NY apartment where I lived back then, as she had assigned longtime friend of hers that worked at maintenance department in my apartment building, to watch me secretly as her informant and covert surveillance who knew all the ins and outs whenever I’m stepping in and out of my building lobby by giving her an on the spot phone call. Quite intriguing, the NYPD undercover cop brought me to court for trial based on invented lies and deception. I had to act with competency immediately, and hired myself a competent lawyer to fight for my struggle since May 2008. To stand a better chance to win this case, and to avoid being set up, I realized I’ve got to get out of here and move out of New York. At the point in time when this case came up, I was supposed to win Coca cola scholarship for my college essay writing, I had already submitted my essay with the expectation that I’m going to win that scholarship, and the only way to win this scholarship is to register for the following semester. So, I had already registered, which I was forced to cancel that registration for my safety afterwards. And then took immediate transfer to HCC, then moved out of my New York apartment with all my belonging straight up to Houston with a lot of money. Soon as I arrived in Houston, I bought myself a truck to get around for job search, and paid off my tuition fees cash straight out of my pocket, I couldn’t find any job, because of net jobs loss in employment market as recession hit home everywhere like skin covered in a rash. Even, the pending court case played much more of a hindrance than a help to get a job. To point out, whenever I have court date, I made travel arrangement plan, booked my flight and hotel reservation, flying back and forth between Houston and NY just to hear the Judge to bring the court into session, while waiting on the outcome just know what is next for over a year straight. As crazy as it seems, money running out like a scene from banana republic of a nation at the verge of bankruptcy whose financial lifeblood is running dry. I still tried hard to go to college after I had transferred from NY BMCC to Houston HCC attending classes regardless of my homeless situation until my homelessness started affecting my college grade and dropped down a notch. So, I had to stop for a minute to fix my accommodation problem hoping to resume back to college anytime soon. In essence, the frustration of my innermost feeling, that I don’t have a say in my court trial proceeding has made me suffered for 4 years straight out of my life wastefully. By all means, I refused to be subjected to arrested development, and I’m thankful for the court for taking their time to look for the truth, and gave their verdict in favor of me, that, I’M THE WINNER. My enemies thought they’re going to be the one to make decision. But, it’s not them as they have no vast idea, that we live in the governing system of the world, that only the rich and powerful got the final words to make decisions, and that we also live in the world only those who are smart in the way of the world, that can strongly stand their ground, will struggle to survive, and those who are not will get blown away with the wind. In the same vein, my stalker still never quit coming after me in the aftermath of her lost the battle in court, threatening again with police, because of my younger brother and I declined her Facebook friend request. And yet, she secretly going through my Facebook friend list and continues to make friends with my Facebook friends to use them to connect with me. The moment I spot them, with no hesitation I just deleted them out of my Facebook friend list like exterminator does to those roaches. Moreover, Facebook reporting privacy setting to block Facebook stalker remains as a toothless tamed lion, regardless of several reports on any potential Facebook stalker. At the moment, I’m still keeping all those harassing messages I got from her on Facebook, which is just like getting upsetting phone calls messages from an unfriendly psycho over the phone. Above all, I wrote the song titled “Champagne Moment” this song is written out of the story of my life titled “I’m The Winner”. Also, I wrote another song an oil deal rap lyrics titled “Black Gold” plus other 17 songs now posted on my Facebook. As there two schemes in both stories, which made it two stories in one. Most compelling evidence, is the fact, that, the song titled Black Gold tells another story with explicit explanation about an individual I happened to deal with on an oil deal business that was scheming to cheat with secret intension to take other people money and run, while others are hoping for a better pay deal after lengthy negotiations. Therefore, I decided to breakaway and moved on without looking back in the slightest. Shortly afterwards I started my own business, and life has been so good to me ever since. Thank God it’s a new day!
Posted on: Sat, 14 Sep 2013 21:33:24 +0000
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