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Tracking Down a Hacker

The Bedroom

It was dark, apart from the glow of an LCD TV and lights from an Alienware gaming computer on a white Ikea table. The fact that this person had a high-end gaming machine hooked up to a 40 inch TV didn't bother me too much. What I was interested in though, was on the wall opposite his computer; a collage of newspaper articles, pictures, diagrams and maps. From where I was standing, it looked like a conspiracy theorist's bulletin board, complete with circles, scribbles, and question marks. It did not make any sense.

I was still staring at the wall when he told me to sit anywhere, so I chose the bed. As I sat, I snapped a picture using a D-SLR camera that I brought with me. it was either he did not notice, or he did not mind. So I kept quite.

I continued to look around the room, and at that very moment, it finally sank in. I have actually managed to track down a real hacker.


The Story

So how did I end up in the bedroom of a hacker? To explain that, we need to go back more than a year. June 15th, 2011 to be exact. I bet if I asked random people on the street if they remembered what they were doing on that day, most wouldn't be able to recall. Or some might just remember it as a normal day, where they go to work, attend classes in college, or did house chores. 

It was pretty much the same for me. It was a Wednesday, and I was frantically trying to finish up an assignment for my Media Law and Ethics class. The topic of the assignment had me doing research on the Malaysian Communications and Multimedia Commission. So I typed in 'skmm.gov.my' into my internet browser, expecting to be greeted by the standard boring layout of a government website. Instead, I was presented with something totally different and unexpected.


Operation Malaysia is claimed to be organized by Anonymous

This clearly is not the website of the Malaysian Multimedia Commission, I thought, as I realize that this is clearly the work of hackers.
I sat there in front of my laptop, annoyed that someone had hacked the website I needed to finish my assignment, but at the same time I was also impressed by it. So I took a screen-cap of the hacked website. The next day, the Internet and newspapers were buzzing about 41 government websites being 'compromised' by hackers, and life went on as usual, and the picture was forgotten...

Until two weeks ago. While looking through my laptop I had rediscovered it and upon closer inspection I realized that the picture had an e-mail, "xNJx@hackermail.com". From the picture I also used my excellent deduction skills to figure out that this "xNJx" group are also Malaysians.
I needed to find out who these guys are.

But then something else dawned on me. How am I supposed to track down people that do not want to be found? The first thing I did was actually find out if "hackermail" is an actual e-mail host. And Google helped me to confirm that it is, surprisingly, a real e-mail account. The second thing I did, was figure out how do I go about arranging an interview with a hacker. Do I take the journalistically ethical approach of being honest and tell them I am conducting this interview for a college assignment? Or do I make up an elaborate story of how I am an intern from a certain tech magazine and I was writing a feature article on Internet Freedom and Hacktivism?
Regardless of my method, I was adamant to make dialogue with these people, and I got a simple and brief reply. 

"Hi. The xNJx is dead. I was a former member. I want to help you write your story but I need to make sure you can be trusted. Check your Facebook."
The moment I read that, my heart stopped for a second in realization of what I had done. In the midst of my excitement I had forgotten who these people were; they were hackers. I had used my personal e-mail to contact the people that had somehow replaced a government website with a YouTube video. All they had to do was google my name. They probably knew everything about me at that point. Thinking that I had 'blown my cover', I checked my Facebook and noticed that I had a friend request. "Captain Sparklez" has added me. He had no display picture, and no other friends. I clicked confirm.

"Facebook will probably delete this account in a few hours." He sent a message to me a few seconds after I had accepted his friend request. I said hello and thanked him for adding me. He did not say hello or you're welcome, but instead he added; "This isn't safe. Come over to my place if you want your interview."

Before I could reply he sent me a link to a google maps page, followed by "I'm nearby."
I clicked the link to find out that he was indeed nearby, the apartment building was about 10 minutes by car to be precise. It was only later that I realized he actually found out where I live, but that is beside the point. Trying to sound cool and journalist-like I replied with a simple "When?" 
"Now. I'll be waiting at the guard house. Don't waste my time." He replied and went offline right after.

The Interview

Back in the bedroom, I was still staring at the bizarre collection of stuff stuck to the wall. The hacker broke the silence by offering me something to drink, which I politely decline. I asked him how he would like to be addressed  as he has not told me his name or even his hacker handle yet.
"Captain Sparklez." He said plainly. I tried not to smirk, while I scribble it on my notebook.

"So are we doing this? Are you going to take pictures?" Captain Sparklez asked as he gestured toward my camera. I asked him if he wouldn't mind if I took a few pictures. Instead of answering, he stood up, turned on a table lamp, and grabbed a "Guy Fawkes" mask from on top of his dresser and wore it with his hoodie up. "No, I don't mind." He said as he sat back on his desk chair.


"I am a hacker."
"I do things with a computer and an internet connection. Things that others aren't willing to do."
"I've been doing this since I was 13, and I am 21 now." 

I asked  him if 'Operation Malaysia' was one of those things.

"Operation Malaysia was just the tip of the Iceberg." He answered.
"I've hacked websites from all around the world, stolen credit card information, and turned thousands of stranger's computers into 'little zombie minions' that do my bidding."
"All the bad stuff hackers do, I've done it" he added while chuckling.

My next question was a more serious one; I probed into why he does it.

"When you are a hacker you have to choose sides. Some people label it, like 'black hat', 'white hat', or 'grey hat'. The way I see it, hackers have to stand for something. If you do things just for destructive purposes then you are just criminals and you deserve what ever that's coming for you."

"I try to balance out all the bad stuff that I do with things like 'Operation Malaysia', where my actions are part of something bigger. So in some ways you can say that I'm a 'grey hat'. I like to call myself, a 'chaotic neutral'.

"I did it to send a message. I did it to feel that I belong. That I belong to a group of people that can do something to impact our world. And we did it the only way we know how, which is hacking."

I then asked him to talk about 'xNJx', hacktivism and the whole Anonymous movement.

"No Joke, was a hacker group that I was a part of. It is disbanded now. It was basically a collective of ten hackers, five of which are Malaysians, and the other 5 were international hackers."
"The reason we disbanded was because of some internal conflicts. Some of us disagreed upon the direction the group was heading towards."

"Like I said, hackers are nothing but criminals if all they do is for personal gains. Anonymous gives us that 'something bigger' that I was talking about. See, the beauty of Anonymous is that it is everyone, and at the same time, it is no one. I am a part of Anonymous, and if I take off this mask and give it to you to wear it, you can be Anonymous. Your 15 year old kid neighbor can be Anonymous. Your brother, your sister, even your dad can be Anonymous."

I nodded in agreement, and I took another glance at the wall with all the things stuck to it. "You're probably wondering what all that is about, right?" Captain Sparklez said as I turn back to face him.

He turned to look towards the wall and added; "It's just something I've been working on. You will probably think I'm really paranoid but all those things on the wall are connected. Lets just say it has to do with certain 'secret societies' and a global conspiracy. But I don't think there's anything concrete." 


"I think it's funny that the only thing people know about hackers is from a movie. The fact is, we are normal people. We are a part of society" he said with an earnest tone in his voice.

He took his mask off and I took it as a sign that the Interview is over. After lighting a cigarette he turned to his computer and clicked his iTunes to put on a song.
 "Thanks for coming over" he mentioned. I said you're welcome and that I appreciate him taking the time to talk to me. He sent me to the elevator and I went on my way.

Captain Sparklez gave me his interpretation of what its like to be a hacker in this modern world, and that hackers are not all bad people, although some are. He gave me different perspective toward hacktivism and Anonymous. An inside look toward an otherwise shady and underground world.
Talking to Captain Sparklez made me realize that hackers are people too and that they are part of our society with their own morals, ethics, ideologies and most importantly, a story to tell.



Copyright Zahir Zamani, 2012.

1

Fight Club



It was three weeks ago, the eve of the Malaysian independence day.
Questioning why I was there in the first place, I find myself pointlessly wandering the streets of Changkat, in Bukit Bintang at 12 something PM. It was the 3rd time I was there and I still couldn’t manage to enter any of the pubs, bars or clubs.


The main reason was because I don’t drink. Another, is because I think it’s pointless and boring. Sitting around, listening to horribly distorted techno music in a dark, cramped space.

So while my friends were somewhere in the vicinity getting wasted, I walked the streets like a zombie.
It was a Friday night and Changkat was packed. I had to struggle my way through crowds in front of the more popular clubs. I somehow made it to a more quieter part of the street, where I took refuge in front of a 7-11.

Sitting on a makeshift bench in a form of concrete blocks, I sort of dozed off, until a voice woke me up. “Heading to ‘Fight Club’ bro?” a friendly looking presumably Indian dude in a fitted cap, said while he hands me a flier.

I took the flier which had a picture of Tyler Durden on it, with the words “FIGHT CLUB” at the top. Underneath it was the location, “Bakita.”


“It’s just across the street.” The guy added, as he pointed over his shoulder.
I asked the flier dude what type of music they will play.

 “Moobahton, Dubstep, Electro-house. Cover charge 10 Ringgit." he said in a cool voice.

I was sold. Bakita sounded better than sitting on concrete blocks next to a convenience store.

The main floor of Bakita is mostly a Bar slash hangout place where people go to drown their sorrows or have meaningful conversations with acquaintances.

The slightly hidden entrance to the upper level of Bakita, which is located at the side of the building for unknown reasons, was guarded by a not so friendly looking bouncer. After a flash of my ID, payment of 10 bucks cover charge and an invisible stamp on my arm, I was granted access.

You know that feeling when you hear a song you really like on the radio and you get all excited? That was me at the bottom of the stairs, heading up to the club floor. A robotic voice drones; "Destroy them with lasers!" followed by a flurry of bone crunching bass beat, inter-looped with samples of laser pew-pew sounds.



The DJ was playing a song by Knife Party, an Electro-House group that I have been listening to religiously. Before I knew it, I was part of the crowd. Part of the mosh pit, as though I was there from the beginning, like I belonged there. Nobody seemed to notice that I just joined, everyone was too busy enjoying the music.

Bear in mind, I had no idea who the DJ was, I had no prior information of this event before that nice dude handed me a flier. But I liked what I heard, and I know what I was hearing, and that is important to me. You can't really force me to have a good time listening to music I don't like or am not familiar with. I'm sure this applies to many people.

The DJ, who I later find out is called DJ Nesh, was playing songs by Mustard Pimp, Feed Me, Benga and surprisingly even Skrillex. He had me bumping my head with a mix of euphora and adrenaline. I blame it on the thrill of stumbling upon something that I can relate to.


DJ Nesh

30 minutes into the set, I started to look around a bit at the crowd and I noticed that everyone seem to be in clear appreciation of the music that was being played, as was I. Heads were banged, hands were in the air, the crowd of approximately seventy people were moving in unison to the thumping bass coming from the speakers, as I joined them in shouting "FIGHT CLUB!" at the top of my lungs.





An hour or so into the event, I was still at it. Enjoying the moment, and taking in the atmosphere.
Hearing bass music how it was meant to be heard, loud and in your face. Even though I was alone, it was truly a moment worth reliving.

A midst my joyous pumping off fists and incessant hopping, I felt a vibration in my pants. It was my cellphone. I made my way to the quietest place I could find, the men's washroom, and answered it to find out that my friends are somewhere on the streets of Bukit Bintang drunkenly trying to find me. I was the designated driver. 
Therefore my night in Fight Club was abruptly cut short. 

After a few weeks have flown by, Fight Club was still on my mind. So I decided to do a bit of a follow up research. From the flier I deduced the organizer of the event to be the Malaysian Dubstep Alliance.

Through the magic of the Internet, I got in contact with a nice lady that basically "is" the Malaysian Dubstep Alliance. Miss Michelle Daphne Khoo, 22, is the person behind the MDA. 
I asked her some questions about Fight Club and to talk a bit about the MDA, and this is what she had to say:

"MDA will be 2 years old in November. Currently a girl (me) is running it. It was founded by 2 of my guy friends, which they aren't really doing anything as of now for MDA. Started taking over somewhere in the middle of last year."

Malaysian Dubstep Alliance, made up of
Michelle and former members turned
headlining DJ's H3 and Nas-T
"I try to gather up all local bass music dj/producers on Fight Club/H3AVY. Stopped H3AVY the event in Vertigo Club, only focusing on Fight Club now."

"I always believe in starting off with what is locally and prepare our followers with the right kind of mindset, to always be open to new different style of music."

"We have more and more new faces that turned up for our event and definitely faithful supporters who come in each time for our event. We feel that our Bass scene pushers are getting recognized and being respected even more than the rest of the other Electronic Dance Music genres, mainly because we stay as one and support each other's events."

"One of the main reasons why MDA was created was to educate us Malaysians to be aware and to share good tunes with one another. To be honest, we've never earn loads of money doing events; We have always been passionate in pushing the scene. Just our love for bass music. Our motto: Support Your Local Music Scene."

Now that I know the people behind this event, I begin to understand it's purpose more. It is simply, the love for a different kind of music. Music that is not on the Radio. Music that you have to find yourself, or in some cases, music that finds you. 

Looking back, even though it was just a random night out for a bunch of my buddies, for me, it was the night where I found out there is a place for people like me to belong; in front of a DJ blasting the type of music that I like.

"Rule number one, you do not talk about Fight Club.
Rule number two, you DO NOT talk about Fight Club."

I guess I know where I will be this coming 28th.



Copyright Zahir Zamani, 2012.