Letter to Erin 20160411

In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.

Hi there, my beautiful Erin!  How are you feeling, Sweetheart?  How's business today?  Are your rivals giving you grief?  Well, you can't be Boss Model without having competition.  You work in the sports biz, so you know that.  Yeah, I know who the old woman is.  But you are my girl, and I love you with all my heart.  You have my support, to me you are the most beautiful girl in the world.  I want you to relax, and have fun with your work OK?  When you're not working, just stay at home and stay safe OK?  My sweet Erin.  I love you and I need you.

I'm a firm believer that the manipulation of evidence is evidence in itself.  Like when they lost JFK's brain incriminated the entire hierarchy of those responsible for its safekeeping.  So one minute of footage is missing from the Elisa Lam elevator video released by the LAPD.  But that's not all that's missing.  If you were to inspect the Cecil today, you will discover that the place has cameras everywhere.  The Brainscratch guy proved that on the video below.  Certainly there is more video footage that has been withheld or destroyed that would prove that there was someone with Elisa the night she died.  There should have been eyewitnesses as to the Elisa's activities on the 14th floor, namely the permanent residents or guests staying on that floor.  She is a loudmouth after all, as she herself admitted.  Since the doctored video and lack of video footage were in the hands of the LAPD, then the hotel management also had a hand in the concealment of evidence.  There's also the issue of the missing rape kit.  But Elisa Lam was a nobody.  Nobody there would have had anything to gain or lose by her death.  Why would the LAPD, hotel management, staff and residents as a collective, all participate in non-disclosure?  It can't be political conspiracy.  Nobody important or wealthy would stay at the Cecil when the Biltmore is 2 blocks away.  What's left is prejudice.  Racism.

By the way, I checked the elevator video again and again for anything incriminating about the elevator floor, but I didn't find anything.  I guess we need to obtain the old elevator floor in order to find out for sure.  Thanks to Brainscratch for the tour of the Cecil.

Letter to Erin 20160410

In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.

How's it going, Erin?  How are you today, my beautiful little sweetheart?  I presume you are busy being Sports Princess.  Right now I'm watching TV: about an RC air show, particularly a remote control B-17.  I love those loud gasoline engines on RC planes.  I've always wanted to design RC planes since I was a kid.  I would probably never have the time in this lifetime to do so, but if I were able, I would design eccentric looking aircraft.  The type you would think would never fly, but does.  Dinner was noodles in soup.  I usually have that for lunch, but lunch today was pizza.  Today's flavor is chicken and mushroom.  I've been making the broth extra thick lately, with the help of corn starch, and it's been a winner.  Alhamdullilah.  So tasty!  I usually have a heaping big bowlful, but you are more than welcome to share my noodles with me, because I love you and I need you.

It rained one day last week, but it's gotten frikkin' hot again.  I might as well be in Los Angeles.  It almost seems as if God is making the desert follow me around, because I abandoned my post in the US.  And I HATE the desert.  But let's move on to the video evidence of Elisa Lam.  When I first saw it, I thought it was some kind of witchcraft.  I can totally understand if people get spooked watching it, and all the supernatural conspiracy theories spawning from it.  But after watching it a few times, those hand motions she did were like dance moves.  I remember seeing those hand moves in traditional Malaysian dance, where the female dancer would perform those moves in response to a male dancer.  Overall, she did not seem afraid.  I would have to agree with the people who say she's playing.  She's flirting.  She's flirting with someone she's familiar with, that is why she is not afraid.

Take a look at the video again, and recall that the autopsy stated that she had cuts and scrapes on her knees.  Do you see her knees cut or bleeding?  Recall that the autopsy stated that her anus was prolapsed and pooling blood.  Does it seem that she is in pain, especially when she bends over for a prolonged length of time pushing elevator buttons?  Clearly those injuries were acquired after the video was shot.  If you didn't already notice, the video footage released by the LAPD is slowed down.  Some people on YouTube sped the video up to natural speed, and discovered that it was missing a minute.  What was going on in that missing minute, or rather, who?

Letter to Erin 20160409

In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.

Hi Erin!  How are feeling today, my love?  You must be busy, being a sold out pinup girl and all, but how are you feeling?  Being busy is great, now that you're successful, but please make a stand for your heart OK?  Rest your heart, enjoy your home, enjoy your success, and keep safe.  Today, I'm making time to relax.  Yeah, trying to relax and slow down.  Oh wow, it's 11 pm and the elementary school down the street is having some sort of concert.  The sound of feedback and small kids singing piercing the silence of the night.  I wish you were with me, for I love you so.  And I need you.

Next, let's take a look at Elisa's autopsy report.  The first thing that caught my eye is the loss of blood.  Is it common to lose all that blood from drowning?  I searched for the connection on the Internet, but couldn't find any.  I recall that some people when committing suicide would slit their wrists then hold them down in warm water to facilitate bleeding.  But there were no scars on Elisa except:

The skin shows a 1 inch scar on the right knee and a 1/4 round abrasion on the left knee. (p.2)

The anus is edematous and shows pooling of blood in the subcutaneous tissues surrounding the orifice. (p.2)

The rectal tissue was prolapsed (Forensic Consultant's Report p.1)

The cuts on the knees were not large enough.  So once she was in the water, the blood loss must have occurred through the anus.  The naked body and the blood loss brings to mind the Black Dahlia murder.  Do you know that story?  From my interpretation, the Black Dahlia was a starlet who flirted with the mob and they killed her because she wouldn't put out.  Well, she couldn't put out because her vagina was deformed, but the killers dilated her anus anyway, among other things like beating her up, cutting her in half and draining all her blood.  The Biltmore (where Elizabeth Short was last seen) is just 2 blocks away from the Cecil.  But no, Elisa's death was not as slick as the Black Dahlia.  No mob involvement here.

As for the water tanks, they are 1000 gallon tanks that are 10 feet tall.  Once Elisa got into the tank, she wouldn't have been able to get out by herself.  Even if she had jumped, the water would have slowed her down.  As for access to the tanks, there are ladders available.  I don't see her climbing to the top of the tank being a problem unless she had been unconscious.  And her body wasn't bruised enough for her to have been dragged.  As for the sandy substance and other material throughout her clothes, that's just the dirt on the roof.  Who's going to sweep the roof regularly?  But for the stuff to accumulate enough be embedded throughout and within the folds of the clothes means that the clothes were left exposed to the weather on the roof for many days before being thrown into the tank.

Again, Toxicology indicates presence of her prescription but no recreational drugs.  Rape kit cannot be found on the Internet, probably never processed.

Letter to Erin 20160408

In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.

Hello there, my beautiful Erin.  How's life in New York City?  How's business?  I'll have to confess that I have no desire to visit NYC.  Perhaps if I had lots of money, then again I would probably go to Chicago instead.  No, I've never been to Chicago.  Bulls Fever!  I was tidying up the yard of your house inshaAllah just now, clearing out debris, and playing basketball with coconuts.  Coconuts don't bounce very well.  No, I don't really like big cities.  I like shopping, but I don't like big cities.  The only city I ever liked was Salt Lake City.  It's the mountains and the 4 seasons.  Well, I hope you are taking good care of yourself, because I love you very much.  Please eat and rest adequately, and please pray.  You are my wife inshaAllah, and I need you.

So Elisa made a journey to see a guy.  How normal is that, for a girl to do something dumb because of a guy?  With all due respect to her family, I don't believe she intended to end her life in LA.  And in defense of young men, it takes a lot of wisdom to overcome decisions made by the balls.  Ya Allah, please forgive me for the mistakes I made when I was young, I will never do those again inshaAllah.  It seems unlikely to me that she was murdered, but there are clues that could lead me to believe that, which I will discuss later.  And I don't think I could identify the young man, but I can surely try.

Elisa was a recluse with a short life, so it's not likely she would have a lot of serious relationships.  I guess only one: the young man she considered her boyfriend when she was around 20.  Here are some descriptions of the guy in her posts:

But if you notice things, he’s just…you know, very very very right (not going to say perfect)
- plays the double bass
- wears bowties (and suspenders!)
- plays L4D
- has an adorable smile
and you know since he’s a musician, he has a tormented soul and all the girls go nuts for thatSo the boy I am interested in, he recently got a tattoo and it was on his left wrist

WHICH coincidentally was the one place I contemplated for a tattoo of my own (that and the back of my neck but then how am I going to be able to sleep?)

COINCIDENTALLY I had written HUBRIS the day earlier and traces were still there

My boyfriend looks a bit like Charlie McDonnell.

Just me? Oh ok.

I’m still going to convince him to dye his hair red

Well, looking past the verbosity and the likelihood that he ever considered himself as her boyfriend, we are looking for a musician who wears a bow tie and suspenders, plays a double bass, has a tattoo "HUBRIS" on his left wrist, and looks like Charlie McDonnell (whoever that is).  He is also very familiar with her blog, the clues I will discuss later.  This the same guy who was with her at the Cecil that fateful night of January 31, 2013.  Yeah, she traveled alone and entered the hotel alone, but she wasn't alone.

Speaking of musician, I've been so active on this case lately that I haven't had much of a chance to practice, or do much of anything else for that matter.  Another few more letters, and I will be done with this inshaAllah.  Boss Model.

Letter to Erin 20160407

In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.

Hello Erin, my darling!  Hi, pretty girl!  No, I don't want any wine.  Muslims don't consume alcohol.  Rather, Muslims aren't supposed to consume alcohol.  I don't consume alcohol, and neither does my family.  How's business today?  It's great to be busy and make lots of money, but don't forget your well-being, because it's my well-being too.  Get lots of sleep, eat properly, and don't take unnecessary risks.  Please pray.  I love you and I need you.

Ach!  All this extended computer work hurt my right middle finger.  I switch the mouse to the other hand, now my left elbow hurts.  Anyway, I maintain that Elisa was a normal girl, with a normal heart.  If anything, she had a brilliant mind compounded with a love for reading, rare indeed it is these days to find a bookworm that young.  A philosophical mind at that.  Too bad philosophy is morbid in general, and what she read conditioned her young heart, and she was diagnosed with whatever it was.  If she had followed her heart (and received the adequate financing and support), she would have most likely become a famous Internet writer and philosopher, and perhaps lived a little longer.  However, all philosophy runs into the Wall of God, where one cannot run away from God: one can only run towards God.

Anyway again, gloomy existential thought met love somewhere around the age of 20, and we get a clue of what really motivated this kind-hearted but loud-mouthed young girl, who never boozed or did recreational drugs (as far as I can tell), to go to a hotel in LA that's right next to Skid Row.  She fell in love, then it's the end of the world.  But she didn't want her world to end, so she exercised her will to power, and set forth on a journey to find her man, in the guise of a West Coast meet-and-greet tour.  I can't find any indication that she lost her virginity, which means that I believe she was a virgin until she died.  If it is true that she protected her chastity until she died, then her death becomes a very serious matter indeed.  Her posts were not dated, but I think this post says it all:

I’m not sure why I am being so open with the internet all of the sudden.

It makes more sense to write candidly here than a
journal.

Probably because you know someone is actually
listening to your random thoughts. Anonymity helps too.

So I declared my love to a guy. And unfortunately he does not see me in that way.

I’m glad I did it. It was a bit irrational but I didn’t want to waste 2 weeks going in a circle of should I tell him/should I not tell him. Life is too short to be in grade 6 and not tell the person you like what our feelings are.  And I am heartbroken that he does not feel the same way. He views me as a bro, not a girl.

I have to be satisfied that he will be a friend and I can not ask for more.

But you know, it gets easier to deal with.  Much easier when you go out with friends and meet
some new people, meet a guy who likes the same odd things you do.  And that is life handing me a bone.

Thank you

I am not a mess of emotions like Sunday but shit life can you just throw me a bone and let me have a normal day?

And I am not at all seeking attention

This is truly one of the shittiest week in history 

Maybe it’s because I know that he is out there and that it’s just going to take a while to find him.  But when I do, I won’t let go of him and I have to hope he will hold onto me just as hard.

Letter to Erin 20160406

In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.

Hello, my dearest Erin.  Bulls Fever!  How's it going today?  I just had dinner.  It was awesome, alhamdulillah.  I have a lot of eggs right now, so I made a mushroom and cheese omelet, with Enoki mushrooms.  Also one of those hash brown pancakes.  I also had some baby lettuce hearts.  The combination is just great!  You must try it.  I'll make it for you someday, inshaAllah.  I love you and I need you.

I've been busy, too.  My computer has been busy, having to work 24/7.  I don't see what the rush is, but data quotas don't wait for anyone, so I have to keep an eye on my super hard working computer.  I told you before, I was walking around the neighborhood (via Google Street View) around the Hotel Cecil, now known as Stay on Main, because Elisa was on foot.  Two blocks behind is Skid Row, and two blocks in front is the Biltmore.  I saw the Last Bookstore, which just so happened to be Elisa's last bookstore.  It looks like one of those second hand bookstores that also sell used digital media, but I've seen bigger ones in Salt Lake City.  The buildings tower up to the sky, but on ground level are spaces to let.  No glitzy businesses at ground level: cheap eateries, drug stores, thrift clothing, and surprisingly an art gallery or two by the Cecil.  No rich snobs walking the streets: the highest class is the suburbia tourisma carrying shopping bags, and in all directions were the homeless, with their shopping carts and baby buggies, some sleeping on the pavement, others were sitting and waiting, waiting.  Creepers, creepers everywhere.  Why on earth would Elisa Lam want to go there?

Qur'an 20160406

In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.

183.  They said, "Allah took our promise not to believe in a messenger unless he showed us a sacrifice consumed by fire."  Say, "There came to you messengers before me with clear signs and even with what you ask for: why then did you slay them, if you speak the truth?"

(The Family of Imran 3:183)
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