Rated: PG

for my first statement on this blog, i've decided to ask it in the vernacular...for more impact and direct-to-the-point hit: bakit ba may mga taong patay gutom?

patay-gutom (PG). user-friendly. manggagantso. usurper. freeloader. kapal-muks. ultra-utilitarian. call it by any name, but it's relatively the same banana: people who are so thick-skinned and with calloused conscience (that's on the premise that they still have something left of what resembles a conscience), who thrive on the kindnesses of other people--where they literally "leech" on these people's good will or generosity (which, usually borderlines naïveté).

these PG's are notorious for fraternizing with you if and only if they know beforehand that you have some form of utility or benefit to offer them. free access to your gadgets, designer clothes, high-priced items, car, services in general, money, etc. name it, if you've got it, the PG's are bound to flutter around you like a moth to a flame...only this time, even if you're the flame, you end up getting burnt. why? because after all the kindheartedness and selflessness you've offered to them, you end up being, well, used.

with all these dj montano-brian gorrellish scandals creating such a clamor in the web, one can't help but think, yet again, bakit nga ba may mga taong patay-gutom?

personally, i would subscribe to the pseudo-psychoanalysis that i've made of these people--basing these assumptions, of course, on my own personal experience with someone named Fitz Mitchell Tanhuetco (obviously, not the real name but you get the glaring insinuation about the proper identity). nuknukan ng kapal ng mukha. came to me almost literally empty-handed. i helped...asking nothing in return. after some time, i realized i was getting pilfered of my stuff, money included; my almost new jack spade bag that i took care of with all my might suddenly was torn and dirty and not even ukay-ukay worthy; my designer clothes missing from my armoire; and most recently, my mp3 player which was supposed to be for my little girl, he was claiming i gave to him (with that amount, and that purpose [to be given to someone else] in mind, i seriously doubt i would've forgotten a declaration that i've given that to him).

Fitz is a classic wolf in sheep's clothing--the seemingly-sweet facade throws your sense of caution off; he makes you fall for the el shaddai-worthy charisma so you'd end up trusting him and giving him your very soul (makes you wonder if the mumbojumbo hypnotist going around stealing people's money in the malls and Fitz are one and the same...). apparently, his partner, Alessandro, was a "sucker" himself, as Fitz likewise leeched a good amount of money, "chauffeuring service", clothing and other intangibles as well. this, to a man who housed him, provided him with great care, and unconditional love. now THAT's what i call utmost kapatay-gutuman molded and kneaded with kawalan ng utang na loob.

now, the cheap psychoanalysis: Fitz grew up with almost literally no affection and accolade or approval from his family. he grew up with scanty resources, was made to work like a commonfolk in a hick environment amidst all sense of simplicity. fast forward to the cosmopolitan environment where Alessandro (and eventually, myself as a good friend and landlord) introduced him to the razzle dazzle of the Klieg lights. with all of these never-before experienced sensations and spectacles, Fitz just literally got devoured by the blinding lights. an apt filipino word for what he wanted to do with all those things and experiences would be "kamkam". yes--all these things new and foreign to him, all he wanted to do was to kamkam. mine-mine-mine was his unending mantra...and it never seems to end.

to date, Fitz is already supposedly a successful model and performer on various shows. he now flaunts a newfangled apple macbook, an up-to-the-minute iPod, a two-bedroom condo unit of his own... and i, on the other hand, am yet to receive payment for his long-time no-interest monetary debt from me, get my mp3 player for my daughter which he claims i've given him and refuses to return to me (because he has most likely given it away to his fellow soil-tillers in his province), and aless, is yet to hear from him for all his debts, his borrowed clothes, and other things any other decent individual would've already returned and/or paid for.

i guess all PG's think and work that way: mine. mine. mine. PG's are people who seem to champion the scarcity mentality, i.e. "there is not enough for everybody". they will stop at nothing just to get what they want--at the expense of other people's welfare. and the disheartening part of this is that, with their surpassingly calloused conscience, they have every reason to believe that there is nothing wrong or evil with what they are doing...and they can sleep soundly at night.

until there are fitzes and dj's in this world, the word "fair" will never be upheld or appreciated. i just heartily hope that, in the greater cosmic scheme of things, their karma for every single remissness they have done awaits them in the corner--with a firm bite in their ass...at isang kinakalawang na kalawit.