Letter to Erin 20160416

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

Hi Erin!  How's it going today, my love?  I've been in the garden all morning.  My Mom said that there's a water ration tomorrow, so I had to gather water for the plants.  I also did some harvesting.  I remember saying in January that the heat means that there isn't any weather distortion, but I was wrong.  This drought is not normal.  But God brings blessings with this drought in ways that we can't see, praise be to Allah.  Just like my being poor right now is a blessing, that I don't wind up buying diamond rings for people who don't deserve it.  I heat up so easily though, and I wouldn't mind at all living where it never gets hot.  My power bill is feeling the burn.

I found a nice wallpaper from your page.  I did some editing of course, but I posted my edited wallpaper here for your fans to enjoy.  On my desktop, the clock is right above your head.  By the way, please don't go kissing guys then posting it on your page.  Maybe it was just a platonic friendly kiss, but it makes me look like a jackass and if I behaved with women the same way you behave with men, you would be furious.  You know you would.  So if you're serious about marriage then don't test my heart like that.  Yeah, go ahead and be true to yourself.  I am not allowed to inherit you against your will.

I'm writing this letter earlier than usual, before Friday prayer.  Probably because I chose to inspect your page, and you got under my skin.  I hate being angry, because it can take me years to calm down.  It's because I love you and I need you.  I have for a long time already.  Don't you realize that?  My parents bought me lunch today.  Roti canai (pronounced "chanai" because some big shots decided that "ch" should be spelled as "c" some decades ago), which is a type of India flat bread.  I wonder what's for dinner?  Ugh... I have heartburn.

Letter to Erin 20160415

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

I suppose you're thinking that you have to work harder, but that's wrong.  You need to relax and enjoy your success.  I'm not talking about celebrating and partying.  I'm talking about slamming on the brakes and slowing down.  Give your heart a break.  Hang on to your heart.  Hang on to yourself.  Work when you need to, and take your time.

Looks like I'm going to need a new wallpaper, so I'm going to pick one up at your Instagram page.  I like a black background, because it's easy on my eyes and monitor.  None of that naked stuff.  I prefer to with you in person when you're naked, so I can reach out and grab you and play doctor.  But for a wallpaper, do you have something artistic and moody with you in a purple dress and maybe a hummingbird in torpor perched on a willow with a full moon in the background?  Do you have that on your page?

I spent the evening with my trusty old weed whacker, cutting all the saplings growing at your house inshaAllah.  There must have been thousands of them, generated when I took down all the big trees growing on the west border,  The area is also inundated with hundreds of creepers, climbing over all the deadwood.  I need to go back there with the chainsaw and break things down properly so it would be easier to cut all those creepers.  What a nuisance.  Maybe I should just poison them all.

I made a batch of dough for my Mom this morning.  She let me have half the batch, so that's 4 small dough balls for my Mom and 2 large dough balls for me.  I may be a chick singer, but I need man-sized portions.  I think it's great that you're learning how to cook.  I'm a tyrant when it comes to cooking, I only like it my way, because I don't know any other way.  Over 30 years of feeding myself.  Lunch was noodles in soup as usual.  This time it's flat noodles in a thin broth, with egg drop.  Siamese hot sour soup, known here as Tom Yam.  Hey, come on over and share my food with me.  I love you and I need you.

Letter to Erin 20160414

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

Ach!  I was trying to upload some photos I took with my phone camera, when I accidentally turned your birthday pizza into my wallpaper!  I guess that means it's time for a new wallpaper.  Wow Erin, the media is going bonkers over your interview with Time magazine.  I didn't bother saving the videos in German and Turkish, though.  Congratulations on your being in Time magazine.  That's certainly a step up in seriousness from fashion and men's magazines.  By the way, I think your body is smokin' hot.

I bookmarked your Instagram page.  I visited it for the first time today right before dawn prayer, sorry it took me so long.  It made me very sad, so I wasn't able to go back to sleep.  I'll be back regularly to check up on you inshaAllah.

I had noodles in soup for lunch again.  Very Asian of me, huh?  I took a photo of the ingredients I used and also of how big my soup bowl is: I put my hand right beside it to show you how big it is.  Actually, it doesn't look as impressive as I thought it would be because my hand is so big and my phone camera is so crummy.  The bowl is one foot in diameter and 6 inches tall.  Anyway the noodles are rice vermicelli and the soup is chicken and egg drop, extra thick (like shark's fin soup).  You welcome to share it with me, of course.  I love you and I need you.

Letter to Erin 20160413

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

Hi Erin Sweetie!  How's it going?  My schedule has gone back to normal, and I don't understand why it had to go out of control like it did, but it did.  What's for dinner tonight, honey?  I had a big bowl of noodles in soup for lunch, and I made a batch of chili for dinner.  I had to make a quick run to the grocery store for a loaf of bread, but there's plenty of chili left over so you're welcome to that if you want.  I have a whole lot of encoding to do, and after I do that then I got to get back to "Woo Hoo".  There's always something to do around here.  Damn, I lazy.  I hope you're getting plenty of rest and eating adequately.  Please pray.  I love you and I need you.

Letter to Erin 20160412

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

That's what success is, right?  It's to be imprisoned by your success.  What's worse is to be successful and not have any money.  Hey, life isn't supposed to be perfect.  So please be grateful to Allah for your success, and please don't run away because I'm going to keep you.  Now that I've found you I'm not going to let you go.  Please be patient, and pray that Allah grants me the means soon to give you a happy and secure marriage.  I love you and I need you.

Elisa dressed up as a boy during the last day of her life.  He viewed her as a bro, not a girl.  So she dressed up like a "bro".  Whatever her faults were, she was highly intelligent girl, so she did her research and found him in LA.  He was a permanent resident of the Hotel Cecil, so she checked into the hostel.  She went to see his band play, and made contact.  Suddenly, new hope came back to her about the relationship, she became excited and postponed her plan to check out of the hotel.  That night, she played around with him on the 14th floor.  She was ready to give up her virginity.

Most of the action happened on the roof.  She got naked, got on her hands and knees, then had anal sex, cutting her knees in the process.  Judging from the severe damage to the anus, it is likely more than one man had anal sex with her, but her vagina was left untouched.  Afterwards, in humiliation but mostly in pain, she climbed up the water tank naked and entered the water to alleviate the pain.  She was instantly trapped in the tank, then soon lost consciousness due to bleeding, and drowned.  I have some clippings from her blog below that indicate that whoever was involved was familiar with her blog.  Several days later, they threw her clothes into the tank.

Poor Elisa.  From Allah is our origin, and to Allah is our return.  She was a pretty girl, don't you agree Erin?

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?