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Saturday, January 17, 2015

Fiction based on Facts -- Take2

Please dear ER read my immediate PRIOR POST FIRST, there is RELEVANCE. You dare aRsEk where or what? Hey, get the here out of hell!

I will write the FICTION after you digest the following extract from via!

Treat the following as 


 sourced and attributed:


4:50PM Jan 15, 2015


Meet the killers of Altantuya

At last, almost a decade after the high-profile case of slain Mongolian national Altantuya Shaariibuu, the faces of the two ex-police officers convicted for her murder have been revealed.

Malaysiakini has today obtained a copy of their photographs, courtesy of the Bukit Aman police headquarters.
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DESIDERATA: Thinking Aloud/Allowed still, cun? 
You see now the TWO FACES above -- but how do you KNOW FOR CERTAIN these arethe two sentenced to hang? I don't know, you don't know until you were shown the photos courtesy of mkini, BUT THE Q REMIANS: Why Now after eigfht LONG years? 
OR writers should not ask questions? I remember Amnpour of CNN used to plug their programmes with one line -- paraphrasing here OK!  "We dare to ask the questions that should be asked (for the readers' benefit) -- especially those questions people are not willing to answer..."
FACTS-cum-FICTION that follows:
An alert fellow blogger asked me to read about the "hero" in the "TALE OF TWO CITIES"
by Charles Dickens: how this is relevant to The Takle of Two Malaysian Felons, One in Prison, and One on the Run Down Under, if you believe the Star and the iGP as disclosed in the precedent post.
Please bear with Desi while I google for what is referred above to by my BUMmer friend I fondly call DPP, Cun?
(To be resumed...) 


A Tale of Two Cities Summary

How It All Goes Down

It’s 1775. Trouble is a-brewin’ in the French countryside. Apparently, the folks out there don’t like to be starved and taxed to death. Who would’ve guessed it, eh?

As our novel starts, a very businessman-like British gentleman makes his way into the heart of Paris. He’s on a very unsettling mission. In fact, it’s almost enough to make a businessman cry. You see, eighteen years ago, a French doctor was imprisoned without any warning (or any trial). He’s been locked up in the worst prison of all prisons, the Bastille. After almost two decades, he was released – again without any explanation – and he’s currently staying with an old servant of his, Ernst Defarge. Today, Mr. Lorry (that’s our British businessman) is on a mission to the French doctor back to England, where he can live in peace with his daughter.

Dr. Manette may be free, but he’s still a broken man. He spends most of his time cobbling together shoes and pacing up and down in his dark room. Too accustomed to the space of a prison to understand that he can actually leave his room, Dr. Manette seems doomed to live a pitiful life.

Fortunately for Dr. Manette (and for Mr. Lorry, now that we think about it), he happens to have the World’s Perfect Daughter. Lucie, the child he left eighteen years ago, is now a grown-up, smiling, blond, perfect ray of sunshine. Everything she touches seems to turn to gold. Vomit if you’d like, but Lucie is indeed perfect. And she’ll need every ounce of that perfection to restore her father back to health.

Of course, she does manage to bring Dr. Manette back into the everyday world. We never doubted her for a second. Within the space of five years (that’s 1780, for those of you who are counting), Dr. Manette is a new man. He’s a practicing doctor again; he and Lucie live in a small house in Soho. They don’t have much money (Dr. Manette’s cash was all seized in France), but Lucie manages to shine her rays of wonderfulness over their lives. In other words, they’re pretty happy. And they’ve adopted Mr. Lorry as a sort of drop-in uncle.

As we pick up the story in 1780, Dr. Manette and Lucie have been called as witnesses in a treason case. Apparently, a young man named Charles Darnay is accused of providing classified information to the French government. English trials at the time resemble smoke-and-mirror tricks: Dickens takes great delight in mocking the "esteemed" members of the court. Thanks to Lucie’s compassionate testimony and some quick work by a man who looks strangely like Charles Darnay, however, our man Charles is off the hook.

A free man, Charles Darnay immediately realizes just how perfect our perfect Lucie actually is. He sets up shop in the Manette house, coming to visit almost every day. The Charles look-alike, a disreputable (but, let’s face it, really likable) guy called Sydney Carton, also takes a liking to Lucie. If Charles is shiny and good and perfect, Sydney is… not any of those things. He also likes to beat himself up a lot. (In fact, we’re thinking that he could really use one of those twelve-step esteem boosting programs.)

Sydney loves Lucie with all his heart, but he’s convinced that he could never deserve her. What does he do? Well, he tells her precisely why she could never love him. Surprise, surprise: she agrees. She’d like to help him be a better person, but he would rather wallow in his misery. After all, wallowing sounds like so much fun, doesn’t it? Wallow, wallow, wallow. That’s Sydney in a nutshell.

Charles, meanwhile, fares a little bit better. He marries Lucie. On the day of his wedding, he tells Dr. Manette a secret: he’s actually a French nobleman in disguise. A very particular French nobleman, as a matter of fact: the Marquis Evrémonde. Because everything in a Dickens novel has to fit into a neat pattern, it’s no real surprise that the Evrémondes were the evil brothers who locked Dr. Manette up in the first place. The good doctor is a bit shocked, of course, but he eventually realizes that Charles is nothing like his father or his uncle (the evil Evrémondes brothers). Dr. Manette is willing to love Charles for the man he is, not the family he left behind.

Things are going swimmingly in England. Charles moves in with the Manettes, he makes a decent wage as a tutor, and Dr. Manette seems to be as happy as ever. But wait, wasn’t this a tale of two cities? What happened to the other city?

OK, you got us. While everything’s coming up roses in London, everything’s coming up dead in Paris. We only wish we were kidding. People are starving, the noblemen run over little children with their carriages, and everyone is pretty unhappy. In fact, they’re so unhappy that they’re beginning to band together as "citizens" of a new republic. Right now, Ernst Defarge and his wife are at the center of a revolutionary group. We can tell that they’re revolutionary because they’re super-secret. And they also call each other "Jacques." That’s "Jack" in French.

In the village of the Evrémondes, the Marquis has been stabbed in the night. Gasp! The government hangs the killer, but tensions don’t ever really settle down. Finally, the steward of the Evrémonde estate sends a desperate letter to the new Marquis: because folks hated the old Marquis so much, they’re now throwing the steward into prison.

A bunch of fluke accidents conspire to make sure that Charles gets the letter. He’s the Marquis, remember? Even though he’s thrown off his old title and his old lands entirely, he can’t help but feel responsible for the fate of this steward. Without telling his wife or his father-in-law anything about what’s been going on, he secretly sets off for France.

Unfortunately for Charles, he picked a bad time for a summer vacation. By the time he arrives on the shores of France, the revolutionaries have overturned the country. The King is about to be beheaded. The Queen soon follows suit. Murder and vengeance and mob mentality are all boiling over. Immediately detained, Charles soon realizes that he’s made a big, big mistake. By the time he reaches Paris, he’s become a prisoner. New laws dictate that he’s going to be executed by La Guillotine.

Fortunately, Dr. Manette hears about his fate. With Lucie in tow, he rushes to Paris. It turns out that he’s something of a celebrity there: anybody who was falsely arrested under the aristocratic rule of old is now revered as one of the heroes of the new Republic. The doctor shows up at Charles's trial and wows the judges with his heroic plea to save his son-in-law.

Everything seems happy again. Sure, it’s the middle of the French Revolution, but the Manettes and Charles are in the clear. Or at least, that’s how it seems for a few hours. All too quickly, however, Charles is arrested again. This time, the Defarges have accused him of being a member of the nobility and a stain on the country’s name.

Frantic, Doctor Manette tries to intervene. The court case for Charles’s second trial goes very differently from the first one, though. Ernst Defarge produces a letter, written by Dr. Manette himself, which condemns Charles to death.

Wait a second! Dr. Manette? Impossible! Well, not exactly. Long ago, Dr. Manette scribbled down the history of his own imprisonment and secreted it in a wall of the Bastille. The history tells a sordid tale of rape and murder – crimes committed by Charles’s father and brother. Incensed, the jury of French revolutionary "citizens" decides that Charles should pay for the crimes of his father.

Before he can be executed, however, Sydney Carton comes to the rescue. A few good tricks and a couple of disguises later, Charles is a free man. He and his family head back to England in (relative) safety. Sydney, however, doesn’t fare so well. He takes Charles’s place in prison and dies on the guillotine.

Crazy, huh? The novel, however, thinks that his sacrifice is pretty heroic. And we’ve got to say, we agree.

Part Fiction/Part Factual and someting in-betwin:

DESIDERATA: Thinking Aloud/Allowed continues, cun2?

So can the creative in Desi spin a Tale of Two Modernist Countries, along with playing Modernist Sherlock Holmes&Olde DrWhatson?

MSherlock: Dr Whatson, my good companion -- you have a situation here in Malaysia, no?
One blighter Azilah was present in court and sentenced in court for the murder of a Mongolian gal on Malaysian soil who according to reliable immigration records never entered Malayia, how can that be?

Dr Whatson: I think in this Internet age, there is a possibility of the runaway felon being in TWO UNIVERSES; I think Dr Stephen Hawking and some of his weird professors of Nobelity believe this in a phenomenon termed PARALLEL UNIVERSE.

MSherlock: Ah, that's interesting. Arresting in fact -- the Police arrested him in Malaysia, then conveniently he was allowed to cover his face and anatomy top to toe in appearances at the High Court, Appeal Court and lastly/lustily, at the final Federal Court. No wonder the people of Malaysia are relieved to be ablt to see the FACES via PHOTOS published by
 (refer to shortest 5-starred extract***** above from the news portal -- this mousey writer called Desi , blarfy h**l!, can't even afford subscribin g to the news portal so we can't learn more like a full APB from CSI or Law&Order episodic American propaganda! Sorry, I digress:)

Dr Whatson: But where is this leading us? WQhat's the connection to the Malaysian court sentence of DEATH to the two blighters?

MSherlock: For that, you my dear Dr Whatson, go to the country named Australia down under. Dopn't take the MAS or AirAsia flight, OK!

Dr Whatson: OK, can I swim over, I have ancestry genes form Mount Olympus, you know?


Thursday, January 15, 2015

Fictional piece based on Facts: I am still Thinking, Therefore I still Exist


I dreamt I struck a Huge lottery, so I bought a first class ticket to fly to Paris. I wanted to show SOLIDARIDAD with my fellow hournalists-satirists-cartoonist who died  at the hands of B**tards that fateful morn whenn they stormed the office of Charlie Hebdo. The only one Malaysian satirst I had on my mind was Zunar, and there he was at the airport with a seat next to Desi's.

We took off. My heart was still bleeding so we did not engage in much conversation. Zunar drant some fresh orange; I drank some whiskey to forget my woes (last 365dies had been full of woes. dddD).

Just as we flew over the French capital, an annoucement came over the PA systrem -- we are turning back to where we started. I startled on hearing the words, I thought I was about to go back to that Blak Holde where I originated -- I just watched the story of Stephen Hawking last week -- you aRsEked whois that blighter? You dare???)

The plane lost direction and we plunged into the .....Ocean, I woke up, Zunar was no longer seated next to DEsi



Recently a Desi fan asked me WHY I had not been writing much. I answered that I am not thinking well nowadays, although I still exist. He sms-ed Desi: You think, therefore you are. I replied: Please quote where that came from, replacing "you" with "I"; I added that it's from my recalll from either of the following, all Greek, viz: Socrates, or Aristotle, or Plato. He claimed IGNORANCE, but it's OK, I was wrong on ALL 3 Counts -- on checking 5mins ago, it's from from Descartes:~~

From wikipedia, extracted here:

Cogito ergo sum

From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
Cogito ergo sum[a] (/ˈkɡɨt ˈɜrɡ ˈsʊm/, also /ˈkɒɡɨt/, /ˈsʌm/; Classical Latin: [ˈkoːɡitoː ˈɛrɡoː ˈsʊm], "I think, therefore I am", or better "I am thinking, therefore I exist") is a philosophical proposition by René Descartes. The simple meaning of the Latin phrase is that thinking about one’s existence proves—in and of itself—that an "I" exists to do the thinking; or, as Descartes explains, "[W]e cannot doubt of our existence while we doubt … ."
This proposition became a fundamental element of Western philosophy, as it was perceived to form a foundation for all knowledge. While other knowledge could be a figment of imagination, deception or mistake, the very act of doubting one's own existence arguably serves as proof of the reality of one's own existence, or at least of one's thought.
Descartes' original phrase, je pense, donc je suis (French pronunciation: ​[ʒə pɑ̃s dɔ̃k ʒə sɥi]), appeared in his Discourse on the Method (1637), which was written in French rather than Latin to reach a wider audience in his country than scholars.[1] He used the Latin cogito ergo sum in the later Principles of Philosophy (1644).
The argument is popularly known in the English speaking world as "the cogito ergo sum argument" or, more briefly, as "the cogito".

I am today thinking aloud for the first time this year, still allowed to my Blogger sify now MP for Jelutong Jeff Ooi. I was thinking on reading about the "guilty" verdict of the two blighters for unfortunately being charged for muder of a Mopngolian beauty. But the Immjigration Department said there was NO RECORDS of any entry into Malaysia by a girl named Altantuya Shaaribuu. DIGRESSING ONE BYTE, CAN?(You Tanya Siapa, my friend asked. I jawab I tak tnaya siapa, itu Press/loyar burok punya tanya punya!)

So Playing Sherlock Holmes, Desi to prove he's still alive and kicking, thought aloud: How can Altantuya be murdered on Malaysian soil IF THE MALAYSIAN AUTHORITIES STATED A LADY BY THAT NAME NEVER DID ENTER MALYSIA?

Okay, back to quoting The Star report plus pix, stressing on what the IGP said, the court's decison and reporatge is old stuff, hence not wworth my repeating here. If you don't like reading from here, please get the here out of hell! --YES, 5-starred relevant extract the Star follows!:


We will track Sirul down, says IGP

Death penalty: Bailiffs escorting Azilah away after the Federal Court verdict in Putrajaya.
Death penalty: Bailiffs escorting Azilah away after the Federal Court verdict in Putrajaya.
PETALING JAYA: Bukit Aman is on the hunt for former police corporal Sirul Azhar Umar, who failed to show up at the Federal Court yesterday to hear the verdict against him for murder.
Inspector-General of Police Tan Sri Khalid Abu Bakar said the police would track Sirul down following the arrest warrant issued against him by the court.
“We will use our resources in tracking him down. The law will be upheld without fear or favour,” he said yesterday.
Kuala Lumpur police chief Senior Deputy Comm Datuk Tajuddin Md Isa said his men would be deployed in the search for Sirul.
“We will leave no stone unturned. I trust that my counterparts in other states will do the same,” he said.
Quoting a source, Bernama reported that Sirul is believed to be in Australia and had “no money” to return to Malaysia.
However, according to the source, Sirul knew that the Federal Court would be delivering its judgment yesterday.
“He went abroad two months ago. (The guilty verdict) was not something that can be expected but it was necessary for Sirul Azhar to be overseas,” said the source.
In 2009, the High Court convicted Sirul and former chief inspector Azilah Hadri and sentenced them to death for the murder of Mongolian Altantuya Shaariibuu in 2006. The two were commandos in the police force’s Special Action Squad at the time.
In 2013, the Court of Appeal allowed their appeal against the conviction and sentence, which then led to the prosecution to file an appeal to the apex court.
Azilah’s former fiancee said the former police officer had been ready for the Federal Court verdict, no matter the outcome.
Norazila Baharuddin, 37, said Azilah had conveyed this to her in a phone call on Monday, during which he had also sought her forgiveness for their failed relationship.
“He was prepared to face whatever decision the court would take. Bad or good, he would accept it. He did not want to run away from it,” she told Bernama.
Azilah, added Norazila, also told her that he was thankful to his lawyer Datuk Hazman Ahmad for doing his best.

DESIDERATA: The stress in blue (HIGHLIGHTED THUS) above I had written here before asking why every time the accused duo were brough to court from the HIgh Court, to the Court of Appeals and the last, the Fedewral Court, wer allowed to cover their faces; I had NOT sighted any of the two accued by their PHOTOGRAPGH at all. WHY? WHY?? WHY??? the special protection given to these two? Even after the DEATH SENTENCE was handed down, the blighter facing the hangman's noose was obviously given cooperation by the POlice as shown in the Star pic above "to cover up"!

As for the other blighter reported to have allegedly flowbn to Australia, alll the Star had was a non-descript ARTIST'S IMPRESSION of the duo.

Hey, If the IGP was serious in getting the runaway convict, AN APB (ALL POINTS BULLETIN-lah, I learnt after watching those American detective series like Law& Order, CSI and whathaveyous?) should have been issued internationally, won't it? Yes, with the LATEST PHOTOGRAPH of the blighter, NO?

Q1: How do you know if you were to bump iunto Sirul at the Australian airport departure lunge and he was sitting next to you speaking bloken Inggeris he is a WANTED FELON?
Q2: Yeah, maybe based oin the Star artist's impression with SOME writer's imagination, aaa bright young Malaysian girl can ID him and seduce him to report at the nearest police station on landing back at KLIA? You know, some Malaysians are pretty(&)patriotic, I no.

FINAL THINKING ALLOWED: Well, maybe they will do it after a civic conscious Malaysian tycoon offers a RMXmillion reward for his capture? Many Malaysians,  MAY/will certainly take sabbaticat leave to play the Modernist Sherlock Holmes. Maybe out of a sense of patriotism,mybe for some desperado cowboys FOR A FEW DOLLARS MORE? For aMore!

QUIZ: If you answer correctly WHO WAS THE WRITER OF THE LAST QUOTE OF THE DAY hear withing the next 24 hours, you may get a copy flee of my next book in the making. Yeah, I am a bookmaker!
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