Letter to Erin 20160417

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

Hello, Erin.  I want you to know that I think you are very beautiful, and I love you with all my heart.  I didn't have a very productive morning.  Though I got up early, I slept most of the morning away after watering the plants.  With all that sleep, I should have rocked right through my voice training set.  But I think I'm getting better alhamdulillah, and it's wearing me out.  The increase in knowledge wears me out.  There's simply no perfection in this life.  We may think that because of our abilities or gifts, we deserve the best of everything.  But there's no  perfection in this life.  That's why we cannot keep all the friends that we make through life, for if they don't become corrupt then we do.  So there's no use in being conceited with what we have and have achieved.

Remember I told you that there were hundreds of creepers crawling over the deadwood that I chainsawed on the west border of your house inshaAllah?  I spent the evening breaking them down again with the chainsaw.  But there were too many army ants, so I soaked them down with bug spray.  But there were too many of them, I'll have to let the poison soak in before I try again.  No, I didn't take a photo of it.  Yard work is sweaty work, and I don't feel like handling a chainsaw and a camera at the same time.  I will eventually take photos of the area where I live and what will be your house inshaAllah.  I'm warning you that since I don't have any money, everything still looks squalid (which is not as bad as what it used to look like).  But with a vision of faith and imagination, then anything can be inshaAllah.  Then I had dinner at Ina's.  She has rice in RM1 portions, which I enjoy with iced tea.

I've been a lone wolf most of my life.  You have many friends and some powerful bosses, but none of them have any influence on me.  My Boss is Allah.  But you do have one friend that is with me all the time.  It's Floofy.  I can't explain it, but that cat is a devout advocate of you to me.  She always defends your actions, and always thinks highly of you.  I feel that she is more devoted to you than to me.  I'm just the guy who feeds and protects her.  When you meet her inshaAllah, make sure you thank her, always be gentle with her, and do whatever she asks you to do.

It's going to take me a while to process your Instagram page.  I know you would want me to go through the whole thing.  I'm still angry, and I don't want to consume too much at a time.  If you care about how I feel, then please make an effort to delete any offending posts.  It should be simple for you to understand me: I'm as sensitive as you are.  I love you and I need you.

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.