altantuya’s ghost again? the taxi driver picked altantuya last night, was it her spirit? this is what she relate to him read on…..
Edit.AS THE TAXI DRIVER SAW…ALTANTUYA’S LAST HOURS.
What she told about own P.I WHO abandon her at the last moment, she was helpless? As the taxi stop she was grabbed and bundled into that car and driven off. If only they had waited, for the taxi go then they had grabbed her, they could have pull off the perfect encounter.
With her name erased from the immigration entries, she will be in the missing persons list. But god was on her side that day, because she had to be scarified, in order to bring to open the evil forces that are planning to rule this country. But to PAS PRESIDENT it just a murder why we have to make it an issue out of it? The taxi driver went back to the stand at hotel Malaya to be confronted by the victim’s cousin sister to whom he gave the vital informations. The Rest is history………………………… can you belief this last night the same taxidriver picked this strange customer along the high way close where she was c4ed she related to him what happen after the time he drop her at baginda’s house thia ia her real story
‘I don’t know where they are taking me. At first I thought they would take me to the police station and question me, but we seem to be going away from the city. Maybe they are taking me to the airport and throwing me out of the country. More than half an hour later the car enters a gated driveway leading to a double-story bungalow in a big garden. It’s a very quiet area and I have no idea where I am. I feel very worried about the situation, but I try my best to look calm.
One of the men tells the lady something in Malay and she nods and returns to the car. The men then push me inside the house and force me to go upstairs. I am beginning to feel frightened, because this is definitely not a police station. What will they do to me?
One man opens a bedroom door and the other pushes me inside. I fear they may try to rape me as we appear to be alone in this big house. The men ask me for my handbag and they take away my watch, cellphone and jewelry. Then they push me inside a big empty wardrobe and shut the door. It is very dark and musty inside and I hear a key turning in the wardrobe door. I hear the men’s voices discussing something, then they leave the room, and I am alone in the total darkness. I can hear my heart pounding very loudly. The sound of traffic from a great distance tells me we are quite far from the city.
I have no sense of time. I may have dozed off after an hour, I can’t be sure. My stomach is growling, so it must be long after dinner time. I feel stiff and uncomfortable and my bladder is ready to burst. Amy must be wondering why I am not back at the hotel yet. I hope she will call Ang to enquire about me at the police station. That Razak is a coward. He dare not face me. Instead he has asked the police to kidnap me….
There are voices in the room and a key turns. The wardrobe door opens and I see several figures as my eyes adjust to the light. They are wearing black hoods and I can see only their eyes - but two of them are women. I am dragged out roughly and pushed on the floor. Now I am really scared. These people are dangerous, they are not behaving like police officers at all, more like members of a secret society.
While one of the hooded men lifts me off the floor, the large woman is shouting angrily at me, calling me all kinds of names. Suddenly she steps forward and slaps me very hard across the face - again and again and again - while my arms are held tight by the men. Tears sting my raw cheeks and totally crazy, like a demon. Sometimes she shouts at me in English and then she says something in Malay. The other woman steps forward and tears the front of my dress with great force. She pulls off my bra and gags me with it, and then she yanks down my panties, so they are around my ankles.
The men push me to the floor and take turns raping me. One tries to sodomize me but gives up and forces himself into my mouth instead. I bite him and he screams in pain and hits my head very hard, till I almost lose consciousness. This is a horrible nightmare. It can’t be happening to me! Who are these insane people? They can’t be policemen! They are monsters! I can hear the large woman laughing like a witch…
Suddenly I am looking at the scene from somewhere above. My body is badly bruised and almost numb with shock. It’s a strange feeling, to feel so detached from my body. I feel no anger. Only sadness and pity for my attackers who are so depraved they are no longer human. I know I will never see my family and friends again, because these people intend to kill me.
I am back in my body and it hurts all over. The woman is mercilessly beating me with a cane and kicking me while the others stand back. She keeps whacking my genitals until I feel nothing… then I am thankfully out of my body again.
I watch my unconscious body being carried downstairs. They tape my mouth shut and tie my hands and feet tight with plastic rope. Then they throw me into the back of a 4-wheel-drive and slam the door shut. The vehicle drives off, followed by two other cars.
After a long time the 4-wheel-drive stops and a few people climb into it. The road is very bad and bumpy but I am hovering close to my body, observing everything that happens. There is no more sound of traffic. We must be in the jungle somewhere because all I can hear are insects chirping loudly, and heavy breathing as my body is placed on a stretcher and carried by two men along a jungle path.
When they finally stop and put down the stretcher I hear the woman’s voice again. Cold water is thrown on my face and I return to my body with a jerk. Slowly I try to open my eyes but I can’t focus on anything because it is very dark, except for the flashlights carried by a few of my abductors. The woman’s voice is very close to my ear as she hisses: “So long, Aminah. Lovely to meet you at last. Have a pleasant journey.” She laughs grotesquely and rips off the tape covering my mouth. “I want to hear you scream. Do you have any last words… dear Aminah?” She has removed her hood so I can see her face. It’s a very cruel face indeed. The others are not wearing hoods but I don’t know who they are, but the large woman is obviously their boss.
Out of the corner of my eye I catch the metallic gleam of a gun near my face and I know this is the end of my story. I gather my strength and say as calmly and clearly as possible, so they will hear every word: “You are evil people. I curse you forever. You will never know peace again.” I feel myself transforming into a mother wolf, ready to pounce in defence of her cubs…
Then I hear a click and there is blinding flash. I am floating ten feet above my twitching body. After a while I see someone attaching something to my now lifeless body. I cannot believe they intend to blow up my corpse with explosives, so nobody will ever find my bones!’ please sent my regards to RPK AND HIS LAYER WHO HAVE BEEN FIGHTING FOR MY CAUSE MY SOUL WILL NEVER REST IN PEACE UNTILL ATHAT FAT MAMA IS PUT IN PRISON THANK MR TAXI DRIVER REMEMBER ALL WHAT I TOLD IN OUR LAST TIMES WHEN I HAD USE YOU SERVCE AND ALSO TELL THE NAUGHTY BOY RAMESH TO TAKE THEY ARE GOING AFTER HIM .
but who ordered this?altantuya’s ghost spotted in parliament!
Can a 12 month suspension of MP Gobind Singh drive the ghost of Altantuya away from Parliament?
No sir, it wont. What it will do and has done with the announcement of the suspension today is to revive her spirit.
If some quarters believed Najib Tun Razak and Rosmah Mansor had nothing to do with the heinous crime of blowing out her body, well, with Gobind’s punishment today, some may start to believe that maybe there might be some truth in it.
Or else, why such an action against an MP? Isn’t 12 months a bit too long? What about his constituency? Wouldn’t this be eventually punishing his people?
Why should Najib be afraid of being called a ‘murderer’? Get Gobind to prove it in Court!
But there are too many unanswered questions about the case and if not cleared up anytime soon, Najib could become a caricature for everything wrong about a Malaysian politician. (Malaysian Insider)
You see, I did not say that. But I am sure that many are thinking on similar lines. The suspension only enforces Gobind’s allegations, it seems. That Najib may have something to fear.
So was it wise to let Gobind Singh have his cake and eat it too, Najib?
The DAP and Pakatan Rakyat will crow about this ‘injustice to an MP’ to high heavens, from today until kingdom comes.
What more, Gobind’s dad, Karpal Singh (Lion of Jelutong, etc) will be (has been?) slapped with a sedition charge(d) over his plan to sue the Perak Sultan over the Perak Crisis.
Why do the papers say ‘threat’ to sue? The word connocts something ‘violent’ whereas it is just a citizen’s right to use the law to protect him/herself, isn’t it?
If ordinary citizens can’t even plan to do this, I must say, we have totally lost it. And along with this, will investor confidence in the country be lost too.
Who dares to invest here, when they perceive that justice could not be fought for in this land?
Meanwhile, Karpal and the DAP are sure (already happening) to gain alot of political mileage out of these two incidents.
So is this a wise act, Najib? Seems like you may want to rid the world of Altantuya, but she lives on even more eerily in the dungeons of your mind.
hard to blow off stench of allegations
MARCH 16 — From Padang Besar to Tanjung Piai and to Kudat across the South China Sea, people are talking about Musa Safri, the disappearance of P Balasubramiam and Datuk Seri Najib Abdul Razak’s link with the Altantuya Shaariibuu case.
Well maybe not in Parliament anymore after today.
DAP’s Gobind Singh Deo received the full brunt of the Barisan Nasional’s simple majority today when they voted to kick him out of the Dewan Rakyat for a year, hoping the innuendoes and aspersions will go away with his 12-month suspension.
The first-term Puchong MP’s crime was to cast aspersions on the incoming Prime Minister with the murder case which has rocked the political establishment since 2006.But there are too many unanswered questions about the case and if not cleared up anytime soon, Najib could become a caricature for everything wrong about a Malaysian politician.
From Malaysia Today website editor Raja Petra Kamaruddin to opposition politicians on the stump in Election 2008 and the two by-elections since, allegations have been repeated ad nauseam that the words Altantuya, Mongolia and Najib’s name appear as many times as ‘reformasi’ and ‘takbir’.
The deputy prime minister had even sworn on the Quran to quell the allegations during the heated campaign in the Permatang Pauh by-election last year but to no avail. The innuendoes returned to haunt him in the Kuala Terengganu parliamentary by-election campaign and possibly in the next campaigns for a slew of by-elections on April 7.
While his aides insist he swore on the Quran and ended any speculation of links to the case, the testimony of the two policemen, Inspector Azilah Hadri and Corporal Sirul Azhar Umar, over his aide-de-camp Musa’s role has thrown up more questions.
The disappearance of private investigator Balasubramaniam, who recanted his sworn statement a day after making damaging allegations about Najib, has further deepened the mystery and tainted the next Umno president.
Gobind’s disappearance from Parliament will further set tongues wagging just as Najib prepares to assume Malaysia’s top political office which he had been prepared for since his father’s death in 1976.
Blowing off the stench of allegations will take more than keeping Gobind away from parliament. Najib and Barisan Nasional will have to do more than that or forever have the Mongolian beauty tagged with his name for the rest of his life.
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