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Heinous Crimes in Malaysia: A Brief Overview

I am simply blogging a re-account of what had transpired, summarized as well. I will cover two because these two murder incidents are the ones that made truly scared me shitless and believe me I am not one to freak out easily.

1. The Mona Fandey Apologue

She was originally a pop-singer who never made it big in the entertainment industry. She turned to witch crafting and eventually, a murderess.

In 1994, an aspiring politician Mazlan Idris who wanted to make it big in the political world has sought the help of Mona Fandey who promised a booming career. An appointment for a ritual was arranged and on the day of the ritual, the late Mazlan Idris met his demise in the most gruesome way possible: he was told to lie down and Mona showered flowers on him and asked him to wait for the money to "fall from the sky". 

Her assistant, equipped with an axe - chopped off the victims head and dismembered other parts of the body and hid the mutilated body parts in the storeroom of the bungalow Mona Fandey was residing.

Mazlan's disappearance was quickly made public and Mona's arrest ensued soon after. It was revealed that Mazlan had given Mona half a million ringgit as an advance and she was noticed to have gone on a lavish shopping spree and a noticeable face-lift. Speculations spread around at how an unpopular singer could suddenly have so much of money. 

The highlight of this story was not the severity of the murder. No, Mona confessed to the murder all right but it was her peculiar behaviour throughout the trial that garnered some uncomfortable whispers.

Mona Fandey enjoyed the sudden attention given to her. It's almost as if she thinking "LOL, I killed someone, now I'm all over the papers. I'm famous, bitches!". She was seen smiling from ear-to-ear outside the courthouse, even chatting up with a few spectators and carried herself like a celebrity who was about to give her audience a good show. I can think of no other explanation for her behaviour other than a) she is an incurable nut who had a breakdown and b) compensating for the disappointment received from the lukewarm reception to her first and only album in 1987. My guess is the latter. She loved singing. It was her dream to be a famous singer but the poor reception to her first album must have impacted her deeply than anyone cared to bother.

Mona Fandey was hanged in the gallows in 2001. Her last words were "aku takkan mati' - I will not die. No one is sure what she meant of that statement but my verdict is that she's right: she's not dead. She will always be remembered the first woman in Malaysia to receive the death penalty and the murderess of an unthinkable murder.

Mona Fandey: singer, witch doctor and murderess

Link to her only existing example of one of her song in her sole album:

 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YoyQaDCvRLY

2. The Nurin Jazlin Murder

Nurin Jazlin was an 8 year old who had gone off alone to the nearest night bazaar(we call it pasar malam in Malaysia) to purchase some hairclips. When Nurin did not return after some time, the usual parent would shit bricks in their pants and immediately involve the police. Nurin's parents were worried sick and the next day Malaysia had witnessed yet another gruesome high-profile murder trial, years after the Mona Fandey one(dont get me wrong there were a few prolific murders in between but none that impacted me this much). She was missing on the August 20th 2007. A nationwide search ensued and the public was in an uproar. Mothers with daughters were skeptical about letting their daughters out, some went as drastic as having a house arrest for the daughters, fearing their safety. 

On September 2007, Nurin was finally found. She was packed in a blue travelling bag. Her lifeless body was defiled in the most inhuman way possible(she was naked, beaten and bruised, clearly raped and sodomized, she had foreign objects[vegetables] inserted in her genitals). Her face so badly contorted from all the abuse she received she was unrecognizable to her own parents. The parents, understandably refuted that it wasn't their daughter due to lack of some scarring and birthmarks she had on her body. But DNA tests had proved otherwise. 

It was Nurin. Murdered by some sick psychopath who had never been caught and is still on the loose. Various leads have turned out into nothing. CCTV footages revealed nothing except for the silhouette of a man getting down from a motorcycle and leaving the bag on the staircase where her body was found. The footage was not able to reveal the license plate numbers of the motorcycle. An Indonesian woman was arrested after much investigation and she reacted by swallowing a SIM card that is believed to contain vital clues: SMS's that connects to the murderer. They were not able to retrieve the SIM card as the Indonesian suspect refused to intake laxatives that would otherwise flush down the SIM card. By the time she relented, the SIM card was rather digested and was useless.

Five years have passed, and the killer walks free among us. Who knows he could be living right next to you and you wouldn't know.

Murder victim Nurin Jazlin. Al -Fatihah.

On Handling Social Loafers

Picture source: www.all-about-psychology.com

We all have that one guy who a) offers to do the easiest part of the assignment, b) never offers to do anything as a matter of fact and c) the lurker who appears at the very last minute to tell everyone else what to do and d) the guy who just lurks and waits for someone to give him something.

I loathe all of these types. It's like I put my sweat and fart into doing this shit for all of us and you still get the credit of everyone else's hard labor.

Talk about being a dick.

We have all been there heck, maybe I have unknowingly been a social loafer myself but none that I remember. I am always careful to take one of the heaviest workload so as not be labelled as one.
It's one of the biggest insult I can give to myself of my pride, respect and credibility.

How do you handle these leeching creeps? Keep on reading.

1) Hint/suggest lightly that you'd like everyone to take the same amount of workload to be fair to everyone.

Use the guilt trap. They should know that you know who is the culprit and you mean business.

2) For types (b), (c) and (d), give them one of the heavier workload.

This is a rather hands on approach. Rather aggressive too. This method should only used if they're refused after the method in (1).

3) Ask the lecturer/educator to require to list down their work partition in the front page.

Amidst doing the assignment, one of you should email the lecturer and ask that you'd like to list down the pages that the members have done.

 Example:

This would scare the shit out the pants of the one guilty as something would definitely reveal who did(or did not do) what. Some of the subjects in my own university advocates the use of this method/format - which I think is a good idea. 

Commence the elimination of leechers!!

Six Decades of Love

~*The story was not written by me, I found it in my Facebook newsfeed and thought it would be a waste to not share it*~

A LETTER IN THE LOST WALLET


As I walked home one freezing day, I stumbled on a wallet someone had lost in the street. I picked it up and looked inside to find some identification soI could call the owner. But the wallet contained only three dollars and acrumpled letter that looked as if it had been in there for years.
The envelope was worn and the only thing that was legible on it was thereturn address. I started to open the letter, hoping to find some clue. ThenI saw the dateline--1924. The letter had been written almost sixty years ago.
It was written in a beautiful feminine handwriting on powder bluestationery with a little flower in the left-hand corner. It was a "Dear John"letter that told the recipient, whose name appeared to be Michael, that thewriter could not see him any more because her mother forbade it. Even so, shewrote that she would always love him.
It was signed, Hannah.
It was a beautiful letter, but there was no way except for the nameMichael, that the owner could be identified. Maybe if I called information,the operator could find a phone listing for the address on the envelope.
"Operator," I began, "this is an unusual request. I'm trying to find theowner of a wallet that I found. Is there anyway you can tell me if there is aphone number for an address that was on an envelope in the wallet?"
She suggested I speak with her supervisor, who hesitated for a moment then said, "Well, there is a phone listing at that address, but I can't give youthe number." She said, as a courtesy, she would call that number, explain mystory and would ask them if they wanted her to connect me. I waited a fewminutes and then she was back on the line. "I have a party who will speakwith you."
I asked the woman on the other end of the line if she knew anyone by thename of Hannah. She gasped, "Oh! We bought this house from a family who had a daughter named Hannah. But that was 30 years ago!"
"Would you know where that family could be located now?" I asked.
"I remember that Hannah had to place her mother in a nursing home someyears ago," the woman said. "Maybe if you got in touch with them they might be able to track down the daughter."
She gave me the name of the nursing home and I called the number. They told me the old lady had passed away some years ago but they did have a phone number for where they thought the daughter might be living.
I thanked them and phoned. The woman who answered explained that Hannah herself was now living in a nursing home.
This whole thing was stupid, I thought to myself. Why was I making such abig deal over finding the owner of a wallet that had only three dollars and aletter that was almost 60 years old?
Nevertheless, I called the nursing home in which Hannah was supposed to be living and the man who answered the phone told me, "Yes, Hannah is staying with us. "
Even though it was already 10 p.m., I asked if I could come by to see her."Well," he said hesitatingly, "if you want to take a chance, she might be inthe day room watching television."
I thanked him and drove over to the nursing home. The night nurse and aguard greeted me at the door. We went up to the third floor of the largebuilding. In the day room, the nurse introduced me to Hannah.
She was a sweet, silver-haired old timer with a warm smile and a twinkle inher eye.
I told her about finding the wallet and showed her the letter. The secondshe saw the powder blue envelope with that little flower on the left, she tooka deep breath and said, "Young man, this letter was the last contact I everhad with Michael."
She looked away for a moment deep in thought and then said Softly, "I lovedhim very much. But I was only 16 at the time and my mother felt I was tooyoung. Oh, he was so handsome. He looked like Sean Connery, the actor."
"Yes," she continued. "Michael Goldstein was a wonderful person. If youshould find him, tell him I think of him often. And," she hesitated for amoment, almost biting her lip, "tell him I still love him. You know," she saidsmiling as tears began to well up in her eyes, "I never did marry. I guess noone ever matched up to Michael..."
I thanked Hannah and said goodbye. I took the elevator to the first floorand as I stood by the door, the guard there asked, "Was the old lady able tohelp you?"
I told him she had given me a lead. "At least I have a last name. But Ithink I'll let it go for a while. I spent almost the whole day trying to findthe owner of this wallet."
I had taken out the wallet, which was a simple brown leather case with redlacing on the side. When the guard saw it, he said, "Hey, wait a minute!That's Mr. Goldstein's wallet. I'd know it anywhere with that bright redlacing. He's always losing that wallet. I must have found it in the halls atleast three times."
"Who's Mr. Goldstein?" I asked as my hand began to shake.
"He's one of the old timers on the 8th floor. That's Mike Goldstein'swallet for sure. He must have lost it on one of his walks."
I thanked the guard and quickly ran back to the nurse's office. I told herwhat the guard had said. We went back to the elevator and got on. I prayedthat Mr. Goldstein would be up.
On the eighth floor, the floor nurse said, "I think he's still in the dayroom. He likes to read at night. He's a darling old man."
We went to the only room that had any lights on and there was a man reading a book. The nurse went over to him and asked if he had lost his wallet. Mr. Goldstein looked up with surprise, put his hand in his back pocket and said, "Oh, it is missing!"
"This kind gentleman found a wallet and we wondered if it could be yours?"
I handed Mr. Goldstein the wallet and the second he saw it, he smiled withrelief and said, "Yes, that's it! It must have dropped out of my pocket thisafternoon. I want to give you a reward."
"No, thank you," I said. "But I have to tell you something. I read theletter in the hope of finding out who owned the wallet."
The smile on his face suddenly disappeared. "You read that letter?"
"Not only did I read it, I think I know where Hannah is."
He suddenly grew pale. "Hannah? You know where she is? How is she? Is she still as pretty as she was? Please, please tell me," he begged.
"She's fine...just as pretty as when you knew her." I said softly.
The old man smiled with anticipation and asked, "Could you tell me whereshe is? I want to call her tomorrow." He grabbed my hand and said, "You know something, mister, I was so in love with that girl that when that letter came, my life literally ended. I never married. I guess I've always loved her. "
"Mr. Goldstein," I said, "Come with me."
We took the elevator down to the third floor. The hallways were darkenedand only one or two little night-lights lit our way to the day room whereHannah was sitting alone watching the television. The nurse walked over toher.
"Hannah," she said softly, pointing to Michael, who was waiting with me inthe doorway. "Do you know this man?"
She adjusted her glasses, looked for a moment, but didn't say a word.Michael said softly, almost in a whisper, "Hannah, it's Michael. Do youremember me?"
She gasped, "Michael! I don't believe it! Michael! It's you! My Michael!"He walked slowly towards her and they embraced. The nurse and I left withtears streaming down our faces.
"See," I said. "See how the Good Lord works! If it's meant to be, it willbe."
About three weeks later I got a call at my office from the nursing home."Can you break away on Sunday to attend a wedding? Michael and Hannah are going to tie the knot!"
It was a beautiful wedding with all the people at the nursing home dressedup to join in the celebration. Hannah wore a light beige dress and lookedbeautiful. Michael wore a dark blue suit and stood tall. They made me theirbest man.
The hospital gave them their own room and if you ever wanted to see a76-year-old bride and a 79-year-old groom acting like two teenagers, you hadto see this couple.
A perfect ending for a love affair that had lasted nearly 60 years.

Someone's Been Copying My Blog Epilogue: Thank You Blogger Removal Team!

I cant express my gratitude enough.

Hey Guys, remember this asshole? http://visioncarecolor.blogspot.com

Yeah, a quick recap - I stumbled upon his blog by pure chance and found that the bastard copied 200+ of my blog posts and there was a big drama etc. I made a complaint to blogger copyright infringement team and  the whole process took approximately one week. 

If you look at Mr.Culprit's blog now, only 3 of my blog posts are left. But none that are too important because they're just inane diary entries of sorts so I'll let it stay for a while there before I spam Blogger Removal team with another copyright report. They have been angels. 

And Mr.Culprit...did you know that if you're a repeated offender your blog will be removed? Yeah, sucks to be you man. I hope you have learned your lesson and stop copying other people's hard work and get cheap traffic. 

Anyhoo, it has been a great day because just the day before I had somewhat of a tumultuous day due to it being an assignment due day. So I woke up this afternoon and found this good news and to be completely honest it just made my day helluva lot better. 

I think this blog post should be useful for those who had been in a similar situation or are going through the same shit like me.

If you have any questions, simply comment I love talking to my commentators. <3

Chronological:

Part One: http://talesofaluciddreamer.blogspot.com/2012/06/someones-been-copying-my-blog.html

Part Two: http://talesofaluciddreamer.blogspot.com/2012/06/someones-been-copying-my-blog-part-2.html

Someone's Been Copying My Blog! Part 2

I have been writing to Google Removal Team and I managed to get a reply but they only removed ONE out of the 200+ blog posts that was directly stolen from my blog.

I am rather disappointed because I clearly described how my entire blog had been stolen and that was only one example that had been stolen. I don't know how things work around there and I am not one to question someone's expertise.

While I am extremely grateful for their prompt action in removing that one content - I wish they had paid attention to the rest of my reporting of the copyright infringement. Clearly removing one content wouldn't have much impact on the culprit. If they had removed the entire blog itself I would have been happier and thoroughly grateful than ever.

Although the guidelines did mention that repeated offenders will be removed, I should think I'd rather have to report once with thorough explanation(which I have been doing) of the blatant plagiarism than have to report each one of my 200+ copied blog posts to the Google Removal Team.

I hope this suggestion gets into consideration and that Google team would take my plight seriously this time.

I am sure they would understand that it is disheartening to see your brainchild in someone else's posts and getting rep without being accredited to it. ='( And the best part? Blog posts that I have deleted long ago in a 'blog spring cleaning' appears on Mr.Culprits blog. These are blog posts that I regret writing and have deleted yet with him copying my posts those embarrassing posts still appear. Of course I have mentioned this in the report as well it's up to Google Removal Team now to act.

This is the motherfucking copycat who shamelessly took my posts and increase his traffic. Shame on you, asshole: http://visioncarecolor.blogspot.com

If all else fails I guess I will take matters into my own hands and somehow track down the offensive bastard.

Or do the sad thing by keep reporting the bastard until google team finally notices that the culprit had copied more than one of my blog posts.

SOMEONE'S BEEN COPYING MY BLOG!

http://visioncarecolor.blogspot.com/search?updated-max=2011-10-01T08:42:00-07:00&max-results=7 

This is the despicable culprit.
He/she had been copying my blog verbatim - right down to the images I used.
I'd like to seek your cooperation and report this blogger for blatant plagiarism.

This is creepiness of the highest order, what kind of sick mental person copies others' brainchild without their permission? To think it had been going on for FIVE FUCKING YEARS.

It started with this post: http://visioncarecolor.blogspot.com/2011/09/anime-crushes.html

You have no idea how shocked I am too see that my blog posts have been copied word to word seeing the exact same shit on another site sure unsettled my intestines.
 Just look at it! Right down to the writing style and motherfucking date!

These are just several examples. I have written hundreds of posts for the past 5 years can you imagine the amount of blatant plagiarism that went on for so many years without my notice? Good Lord! 

My initial response was to write a somewhat scathing comment of my plagiarize post but then I thought better and this time I wrote a more civilized ORDER demanding them to remove blogs posts that they have taken from my site!

After calming down a bit.

I have reported this abuse to the google blogger team and is looking at other websites as well to help me remove these villains immediately because for one to copy my blog posts for FIVE years is just too much!

PS: I woke up this morning just KNOWING something will be wrong. I haven sent TWO report abuse message to google team to make sure they get it because I was that angry! I want this scumbag of the universe to really get it big time. How dare he simply copy paste my work and use it to as his own??? I had to scour the entire night looking out for a html/java script that disallows people from copy-pasting my blog! I am so upset by this. T^T