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One day I went to the place.  There was a group of students who had pizza before me.  They were about to leave.  I ordered a slice of pizza.  That pizza I ordered was served on a paper plate.  I placed it on the table and I was about to sit down and eat just like other students did.  

 

The man(either the manager or the owner) at the restaurant  came and snatched the pizza from the table.  He put it on the dining plate and banged it back on the table.  

 

He shouted at me "YOU CAN NOT EAT HERE ON PAPER PLATE"   

 

Those students and the cashier of the restaurant were my witnesses.  I am sure the cashier was in shock.  I was in shock.

 

Another one time at Shack Burger at Madison Square Park.  I was sitting at the table, the mini gadget given by the counter noticed me that my burger was ready.  I walked to get my burger and came back to the table, the two man was sitting at that table.  I told him that this table I was sitting, I just went to get my burger.  One man was shouting at me, "THIS IS OUR TABLE, WE ARE GOING TO SIT HERE".  He also said more things, but I do not remember.   A lot of people there saw it.  Maybe around late summer 2011.  Those two men were LGBT.  They were together.  

 

In 2009, one day after I finished the English class at around 8pm or 9pm.  On my way home at the traffic light on Broadway avenue and 43rd street in Times Square in New York city,  I was waiting to cross the street.  

 

I was not in the motion of walking, I was standing still waiting for the walking sign to cross Broadway avenue.  There was a police car on Broadway avenue near the traffic light.  

 

One police officer came out of the NYPD car and walked right to me and pushed me on my chest very hard.  I did not say anything to him.  I did not tell anyone or make any police report.  

 

Again I told myself, "Things happened, I experienced bad luck."

 

My daily routine during that time was that I worked at Stony Jewelry company during the day, and after work I went to English class at Time Square.

 

One day between August to October 2009 ( I do not exactly remember)

That day was a bad day at work, I also had a conflict with the new designer "Deena".  I thought she was a designer who got paid more while most jewelry sample pieces for that season I designed.  I asked my friends to go out with me at La Caverna.  It was the same nightclub I went to for a friend's birthday party.  

 

At the begining there were about five men standing behind me, they said something about dancing alone or something that make me assumed it was about me. I dance around them and tap their butt, I thought they would dance and have fun. Nothing that I want to present in sexual or bad way. Have you ever saw Indian dancing the woman tap her friend butt in a kidding way. Later they were gone from the floor.

 

 

Then I there were two men standing behind me at the nightclub, one of them was tall and one of them was short.  My friend pushed me to their direction. She did that for couple times. Then I danced close to the short man, nothing in a negative way.  I unbuttoned his shirt one button on the top, I thought he would think it was funny and came to dance with me.  The short man came close to me immediately, he kissed me.  He spitted while he kissed.  I did not know how to react.  I felt someone stepped on my pride and my value.  

 

Is what I did to him was that bad until he returned that kind of reaction to me?  I did not know, but somehow I let it go with the flow.  In my head, I felt it would look very bad if I react negatively.  

 

I told myself, "Just pretending that you had a good time, no one should know that he spitted, it is your pride as a woman"  

 

When women get rape, a lot of them do not speak or tell anyone.  They feel that they will never be called "A Lady".  Men would have a hard time marrying a woman who was raped.  I felt like that.  I felt my value was about how I was treated.  

 

Those women who happened to get married with wrong guys will understand my feeling.  It was like the minute the wedding is done, then within a month they found out this is the wrong person they married with.  They did not know what to do, they got stuck in the married.  My situation was like that.

 

My suffering over ten years is beyond that point of keeping it with myself.

 

At the end of the night, we exchanged the phone numbers.  I did not want people around to look at me like a woman that made out with a man in the club.  It already happened, it was fast.  I did not prepare for his approach that way.  I went with the flow because I felt there were people around.  Then when I left the bar, I had to do as if there was a relationship there.  I did not think that I would contact him or meet him again.

 

Two to three weeks later, I felt down.  Normally, I listened to Thai monk giving the life teaching on YouTube in order to make me feel better.  But that morning the computer was buffering, the screen was black no picture.  The voice that came out of the computer did not sound like the voice of the monk.  It was the voice of a man, his age might be around my age, maybe between 25-30 years.

 

 

That buffering from computer with the voice of someone else rather than the monk that I respect and listen to as a life guidance caused me so much living in fear and worried.  Plus, I had been changing my clothes in front of computer and communicate through computer.  Almost 90% of my life is in computer.  

 

I was so much in stressful situation both job and friend.  Plus I could not listen to the monk like on other regular days.  I cried and I cut my hairs very short, I did not even look at the mirror when I cut it.  I felt I was out of my normal good day.  Then my roommate " Nook" called me.  She told me that she was at Central Park.  She asked me if I wanted to joined her.  She said "There is nothing to worry".   I did not go out with her. I then text the short man that I danced with that night.  His phone number area code was shown on my phone screen "Nantucket".  The place where I had vacation with the host family I lived with in Connecticut.  I 23did not have his phone number as of now, but I remember that his phone number end with number 23. And the phone number I used to communicate with him was 917-684-6310, it was under Sprint. This is back in 2009.

 

 

My phone never showed the name of the area.  It always showed the number of the other person.  That was the first time it showed "Nantucket".

 

In the same day, there was one Thai au pair from Aupair Care agency that I knew for about couple months in Raleigh while I was living in NC. She found me from Facebook in 2009. I last talked to her on the phone around in July 2006. She contacted me through Facebook that day. She sent messenger to me "how life have been treating you lately". I did not reply.

 

Back then in 2006, She told her host family that she know one Asian guy because I introduced him to her. She went out with that person. But I actually did not know him. I met him once when I picked her up from the mall and drove her to her house.

 

I did not like that she told her host family that she know that guy from me. Why? What is wrong with the fact that she knew him by herself?

 

He texted me to meet him around 10pm at the location in front of the club "The Pianos".  The club was in the lower east side, Manhattan.  I arrived there around 10:45pm.  I met him in front of the club, he was with the other four to five men, they left him with me when I got there.  That night I wore a top in green color.  My hairs was short.

 

We went into the Pianos. On the second floor of the Pianos, there was a bar with a bartender.  There were about twenty to thirty people there.  It was not so crowded that night.  We sat on the couch, and someone came to take drink orders.  

 

In less than thirty minutes after we sat down and started having a drink, there was one man who came upstairs to the second floor with the camera.  It was a professional camera, like the  paparazzi camera.  

 

He planned the camera toward us and took our pictures, four to five shots from the front and four to five shots from the side.  The man with the camera stood far from us about three to four meters.  The Pianos was dark with a little bit of neon light; the flashlight from the camera was very much like he used a high quality camera.  My eyes got effects from the flashlight.  I asked the man that I went out with, why the camera man took our pictures, he told me he did not know why.

 

After less than one hour at the club, he took me to one place around 31st - 33rd street between 6th Avenue and Madison Avenue.  The place was in the basement, the room was in bad condition.  It seems no one really lived there.  There were no clothes in the closet.  He told me that he had to be in San Francisco for a job for a couple weeks.  We did not have sex.  Next early morning I left, he said he wanted to meet me again.  I did not answer, I left.  I never hear back from him.

 

My roommate whom I got upset about asked me in the morning after I arrived home where I was last night, I did not tell her.  But I told my friend who got married with the dentist (in either Tennessee or Mississippi) about it.

  

As a sample maker, the company paid me $10/hr.  For that jewelry season that I helped with designing jewelry,  Paula gave me a $2000 check.   And she raised my wage to $12/hr.  She told me if I need help to get a working visa, the company would try to help.  She gave me a promise that after two months of $12/hr, I will get paid $15/hr as a designer.  After two months, I still get paid $12/hr.  She told me that she did not give that promise,  I left Stony Company in October 2009. Deena, she was shouting at me.  Sarah, the staff was also verbal abusive.

 

These are lost of people who worked at Stony Jewelry

1. Sarah - coordinator (Chinese )

2. Sarah - designer ( American, she lived in Brooklyn)

3. Hannah - sales (Korean)

4. Carmine - sample maker (Spanish)

5. Elana - sales(looked half Spanish)

6. Nogah - jewelry designer( originally from Canada)

7. One girl who has Italian descent - sales (forgot her name)

8. Paula - head of New York office(Columbia)

9. One woman from Oregon-sample maker ( forgot her name)

10. One new head designer (she worked there for a month or two)

11. One new designer ( she worked there about a month before I left)

12. Elizabeth Bower - head designer

 

 

While I was working at Stony Jewelry, I also went to English Spanish school on 43st., between 6th & 7 Avenue. There were Japanese girl "Sakiko". She was a music artist. Also there was one Japanese guy, I do not know his name. He died his hair blonde at the half end of it's total length. He mostly accompanied by a man who looked like Indian or Pakistan. The man was very rude, he reach his hand toward my vargina everytime we met. He did not touch it, but he acted like that. He spoke Japanese too. The Japanese guy just stand there and did nothing about it. I still have doubt in my mind until now, because I think of Japanese people in a good way. How come the Japanese guy ignored that behavior?? Not only ignore, but he seemed smiling. Why?

 

After I left Stony, I felt the time and experiences that I had built at Stony were falling apart.  I was hoping to grow and get a working visa.  My life was on track, I was going to be a jewelry designer.  All my friends were working their way up in their careers in Thailand, same with me in New York.  

 

After I left the company.  The next day, I wanted to feel better.  So, I went to Thai temple in Elmhurst in Queens.  I saw a group of Spanish men followed me.  They were about thirties meters from me who were standing in front of  Thai temple.

 

Around mid November 2009 to mid January 2010.  I got a waitress job at Ippudo.  The Japanese ramen restaurant in lower east side, Manhattan.  During the two months that I worked there, there were good days and bad days.  At Ippudo,  I was abused by Sam and Ray.  They were a waiter and a waitress.  James was the server from Indonesia, he was nice to me.

 

What Sam did to me was he poured his left over ramen soup into my ramen bowl.  He said " Here tried this".  I did not know how to react, I eat it with disgusted.  The leftover was from the bottom broth of his bowl.  Other co-workers saw it.

 

Ray also poured her leftover drink into my cup.  James and the Chinese girl who worked as a cashier saw it. 

 

One day on Broadway avenue, I was crying and walking to cross 19th street.  One person walking in the opposite direction bumped me very hard.  I think it was not just bumped, but it was also pushing.  I did not hear a word from that person.  I also did not look at the person.  I did not know whether it was male or female.  But I feel that person is big and tall and might be over weight.

 

During the same period of time that I worked at Ippudo, I also got a job at Bangkok Height.  The Thai restaurant on 108th street on the upper west side.  I worked there for about three to four months.  The owner was from Chile.  His name was George.  There is also another person that I sent email to, his name is George, he was a boy I met at the beach in North Carolina.  

 

I mentioned the boy from North Carolina because if the readers help me with the investigation, then they will not get confused about whom I sent email to.  

 

Apart from working at the restaurants, Ippudo and Bangkok Height, I also worked a bit for Alzerina Jewelry.   I took the project home and got paid per piece.  Couple times, I worked at their apartment.  There was one day I was left at the house with her husband.  No one was home.  He gave me twenty dollars when I finished the work and was about to leave, he gave me a hug and kiss on my cheek.  He was caucasian.  He told me not to tell Alzerina.  I thought that hug and kiss was more like the way of saying goodbye in western culture.  I did not take it in a negative way.  And about that twenty dollar, I thought it was more about money spending.  Maybe he wanted to be generous, but did not want to be blamed by his wife.  

 

I talk about Alzerina's husband because I would never know if I will be accused of that incident.   Suppose that they had a camera at home.  And the picture of her husband handed me money and gave me a hug and a kiss while no one was home.  How people will interpret that I never know. 

 

Late January 2010, this time it is about my personal laptop computer.  While I was using the laptop,  that day I was crying.  Skype popped up on the screen without me clicking open the application.  There was one person typing at the other end of the application as if I was chatting with a friend from Skype, except I did not add the person to the friend list.  

 

For that Skype version, in order to be able to chat with someone, that person had to accept the friend requested.  I was crying about my job situation and using my laptop when that person tried to chat with me.  He typed one thing " I love Thai women."  I did not know who that person was, I cursed that person.  

 

Suddenly, my laptop was shut down.  It was not about low battery, it was because the person at the other end had controlled my laptop remotely.

 

In late 2009 after started working as a cashier at Bangkok Heights on the upper Westside (108st. Train station),  I had a conflict with one person, her name is "June", and I do not think I would be happy working there.  During that time while I decided that I should leave the job at the restaurant, I also had started a nanny job with an Indian-American family in New Jersey.  Dad was Ravi Dhingra, and mom was Deepali Dhingra. I worked for this family until the end of 2013.  They had a boy.  

 

Total was for about four years I worked for them during the weekend.  When I first started, the boy was three years old.  I left when the boy was about seven years old.  I was also working as a part time nanny for another family that was also their friend.  Mom was Priti and dad was Vikrom.

 

In May 2010.  I received a letter saying that I won a Green Card lottery.  I passed the green card interview.  I actually received the card in September 2011.  Ravi and Deepali helped me with the Green Card when they required a guarantor. Katherine Oblasny from Berry Jewelry Company also gave me the pre-employment letter to show USCIS that I would be employed by the company.

 

Sometime in 2010 or 2011, I went for a vacation with Ravi family, the Indian-American family, in Las Vegas.  I was with the boy most of the time.  There was one day they went to see the water dam.  They gave me the options either I went with them or I could take a break and had my own time at the hotel.  Ravi said "the hover dam", that is the second time I heard about this words again. So I assume "hover" is about the dam.  I decided not to go with them.

 

If you recall my story from the beginning, I did mention the woman from Utah and the man I chat with typing that they met me at "hover spot."

 

That trip in Las Vegas with Ravi Family, the room that I and the boy had was a lot bigger than the room of his parents.  

 

Thinking back, it seemed strange.  Why did the boy and his nanny get the room that was a lot bigger than the parents?  He was only five years old, he did not need that.  And I was only a nanny.  They paid more money to get the room for the boy and his nanny?  We stayed at Bellagio Hotel.  Our room had a fountain view.  The parents' room was on the lower floor and a lot smaller.

 

Either in November 2011 or in December 2011, Priti hired me to help them with vacation at  Hampton beach house in Long Island, New York.  They told me that the house belonged to the parents that sent their kids to the same school with their boys. 

 

The house was nice with the swimming pool.

Something strange happened there, there were no curtains in my bedroom and bathroom.  There was another house next to our house.  My room was on the second floor.  The house and the house next door were about three to four meters far from each other.  

 

The first day that we arrived,  around 3pm-4pm while I was taking a shower, a group of Spanish men, about five to seven men, came up to the roof of the house next door as if they were about to do construction.  I was so worried because the bathroom had no curtain, and the tub had no curtain.  They could definitely saw me taking a shower.  

 

In the beginning of 2011.  My friend who was an au pair in Maryland, and later she moved to New York, we became housemates (after she had finished one year as an au pair).  She was working as a nanny for a family in Union Square area.  She normally took the child to the park and the playground in Union Square area.  

 

One day, she came home and told me that she met a man at the playground.  The man was looking for a nanny.  I was working as a nanny only during the weekend at the time.   My friend gave me his phone number to contact him for the job.  

 

I thought it would be good to get more work since I was free during the week.  And on the weekend I work for Ravi Family.  I called the man and he asked me to meet him at Central Park.  

 

Either 81st or 91st street (I am not exactly remembered) on the upper west side of Manhattan,  there was a kids playground there in Central Park.  The playground was located not far from Central Park West street after entering the Central Park area.  

 

I had an appointment to have an interview with him there.  

 

He was with the girl, she might be about five to six years old.  She seemed to have poor manners.  She was playing with the sand.  She seemed to be not such a neat and clean child.  Her hair was black, her eyes were black.  Her look could be either half Spanish or half Asian.  She was not Caucasian or Black.  The man dressed well and clean.  He was more like Caucasian.  His hair was black, but his skin was light.   

 

He told me how he had become the girl's dad.  He happened to meet a model in the nightclub, they slept together.  

 

Unintentionally, the woman got pregnant.  He had to be responsible as a dad by sharing child custody.  He needs someone to help him.  

 

While I was listening to him, about four to five Spanish women came around.  He looked happy to see them, he talked to them in Spanish.  One of the Spanish women handed him a sandwich,  and he ate as if he was so hungry.  

 

After finished eating, he put the girl on the stroller, he pulled up her skirt and pulled down her underwear.  He said there was the sand in her private part.  He used his fingers to open her private part.  He opened the hole of her private part and blew it.  His mouth was far from the girl's private part less than half a foot.  When he lifted her up from the ground and put her on the stroller she was kicking him and spitting at him. It showed that she was not happy about it. But she did not talk or say anything. Have you ever seen a girl in the terrible situation that she could not talk or communicate? Not because of she was deaf, but she just could not communicate. She seemed like that.

 

I was there, and I saw those Spanish women were looking at him in a negative way.  They did not say a word to him about it.

 

I was also in the moment of being unable to interpret what I saw.  I felt something was wrong, but I grew up in a different culture.  I could not conclude what I saw.  I did not tell my friend, Piamsook Homrod, who gave me his phone number about that interview experience.

 

Piamsook Homrod dated someone in Mary Land. She mentioned to me that one day the guy went to bathroom, he came out of bathroom and ran to his wallet. He was worried that she would see his ID card in his wallet. His nickname was "Dan".

 

Piamsook also dated one guy from Azerbaijan, his name is Tural Nabili. Tural asked me to buy 5 unit of iphone for him. He would pay me money to cover those five iPhone. He will buy them under my name. He told me that he will resell it in Azerbaijan to make profit out of it. He would share me some profit of doing that. I did not do it. I do not thing it is safe.

 

Regarding an interview at Central Park about nanny position, still I wanted the job and did not interpret things, I called him a week after.  He told me that he spoke to one of my references named "Emily".   

 

Emily graduated from Harvard.  She was the host of my friend, the one who met him and gave me his phone number.  Emily lived in an apartment on 21st Street between Lexington and Broadway.  I babysit Emily's daughter from time to time when they went out for dinner.  Their daughter was named "Alexa".  

 

The man told me that he called my regular weekend family, but the phone was not answered.  He told me that he will think about hiring.  I did not hear back from him.  

 

I explained what I saw. Not that I want to talk about it, but I want you to know what actually happened.  If I just type I saw a girl who was potentially assaulted.  You might not know how.  You might think I accused the man.  

 

Another one time in the subway, there was a woman, she came sit next to me with the girl in the stroller. The stroller was blue.  The girl had a poor manner, she spitted to the woman, and the woman hit her.  She might be in the same trouble situation caused by someone who was taking care of her.  There were couple black men watching us on the train.

 

Sometimes during 2011, it was actually during vacation with Priti family at Hampton House, the house that had no curtain.  I had a chance to talk to a friend of my friend on the phone.  I have known her since college.   She moved to the US and lived with her husband in Philadelphia.  She told me that she met her husband from an online dating site.  The name of the site was " Plenty of Fish".  I did try Match.com before (sometime in the beginning of 2009).  I met three to four people, each meeting was about an hour or less at restaurants or the coffee shop.  I did not feel it worked for me.  

 

On September 11th, 2011, I actually received a Green Card.  And I got a job at Berry Jewelry Company in midtown. 

 

I thought I would have a good career in jewelry at Berry Jewelry company.  But it did not turn out that way.  I worked at the company for less than two months.  The boss was Catherine Oblasney.

 

One day in either September or October 2011.  That time I just started working at Berry Jewelry Company.  That day I had my lunch in front of Bryant Park public library, there was an Asian guy, sitting with one knee up on the floor far about six meters in distance.  He used a professional camera taking my picture.  He was there taking my pictures about a minute.  There was no one around.  That time I was not sure if he pretend or he was really taking my pictures. 

 

Also about the same period of time which was around September or October 2011.  I saw a man I met long time ago from Match.com. The day I met this person was about June or July 2008.  I had a cup of coffee at Starbucks.  I had a talk with him, maybe only 15 minutes.  He did not dress up himself.  Then when I saw him again in 2011, he was following the cute Asian woman in front of Bryant Park library.  This time he dressed up as if it he had two different social status.  A poor man (when I met him in 2008)  and a rich man ( when I saw him in 2011).  He might saw me that day while I was sitting and having my lunch.  This happened in a different dates with the Asian guy that took my picture.  About around the same month.a

 

The day before I got terminated from Berry Jewelry, Catherine said something and her last sentence was "let's sleep". Her working station was next to my working station. Within one or two minutes after Catherine said that, Rachel who was another designer shouting very loudly " WHO DID YOU JUST CALLED", then their was a noise of another designer shouting something back. Rachel keeping shouting very loudly 4-5 times of "WHO DID YOU JUST CALLED."

 

I did not say a word or looking at anyone.

 

Next Day, I arrived at work around 7:30 am. Catherine and the president of the company asked me to have a meeting with them. They fired me.

 

I walked to my table and packed my belonging, Catherine said to me " find turtle for yourself". I said to her "I have so much respect in you". She then give me a hug and told me that I can used her to be my reference if I need a reference for new work.

 

My last two weeks of working at Berry jewelry, I had learned that there was a Thai woman working for the company, but that Thai person was based in Brooklyn location. I worked at midtown location.

 

Catherine was actually had curly hairs like Stephanie, her height was about the same range with Stephanie.

 

While I was living with Stephanie, Jeffery' s sister came to visited. She was a photographer living in Chicago. They told me that they have connection about selling jewelry to department store. I was trying to use my skills to earn money, I went to buy component at bead store in Fairfield, Connecticut. I made some samples to show Stephanie.

 

I once called Jeffery about something, I forgot what I called about. I left him voice massage.

 

After it did not work out at Berry Jewelry company.  My senses told me about all those bad experiences might not be just "Things happened".  Bad things happened too much.  I assume I was stalked.  I had a thought that it could be the Au Pair Care agency related. 

 

Back in 2008 while I was looking for work from Craigslist, I saw the post about egg donor, they paid $8,000- $20,000. I was curious, I called. But I never went to the place or do egg donor for money.

 

Either in summer 2009 or 2010 around Union Square area, I walked pass a man who was sitting at the fence at Union Square park, there were some people whistling while I walked passed that man.  Thinking back he might be Alex who worked at Handcraft Kitchen and Cocktails.  Alex might be the person who took the picture of me and Sergey Brin that night.  Those men that were standing with Sergey when I arrived at Pianos might be those men at the night club that night.  

 

Do they related to Harris Ford, my English teacher from Princeton University?  He is now working as an architect at DIGSAU.  

In November 2011, I went to the Reuters' news office at Time Square, Manhattan.   I searched for a random name of a journalist and called the office to ask to meet him.  I told him that I wanted his help to track if I was followed by some group of people.  He told me that he did not think I was followed, he seemed not interested in my story.  I then left.

 

After Berry Jewelry company,  I wanted to take a break.  It had been so long since I left home in Thailand in 2006.  I already got Green Card in September 2011,  I could travel in and out without a problem.  So, I decided to visit Thailand in January 2012.  I moved out and no longer live with my friend "Nook", Piamsook Homrod.  

 

I was in Thailand for two months.

 

After two months of visiting Thailand, I came back to the US around the end of February 2012.  That time, I did not have a phone to use.  My friend "Joy", brought me the phone.  It was the old phone under Verizon carrier.  The number was 347-675-7399. She mentioned that this phone was used by Thai girl before me, her name is "Bee."  Later, I changed it to Boost carrier, and kept using this phone number until mid of 2021

 

Joy dated a man named "Sal", he was originally from Boston. I first knew Joy from English class at Spanish - American Institute.

 

After I came back from Thailand, I got a job at K2 International Corp, another jewelry company owned by Korean.  They paid me $9/hr.  I worked for them for about three to four months.  Then I left. 

 

In March 2012,  I decided to give "Plenty of Fish" a try.  Not only about meeting people, but it was also about what happened with my life in those past years.  If someone has bad intentions towards me, they would use this site to target me again.  So the phone number 347-675-7399 is quite important, it contains a tracking record of the information of people I met from Plenty of Fish.  

On the site, I chatted with some people.  There were three person I chatted with.  The first one was the person that told me he originally came from Caribbean. It seemed he was funny, I showed his picture to the daughter of K2Int Co. She was my coworker. The second person from the site, his profile picture was him sitting next to the old woman at the beach.  We talked on the phone, and we agreed to meet the next day. 

 

The first person when I was texting with him, I got his massage "bingo, you are lucky" , this is the massage of our chat at the beginning. After that he said he will meet me on Sunday . I got his text on Sunday, but I had a feeling this is not going to be good. I kind of think it seemed he is funny, but then when he text me on Sunday instead of meeting in person. I was quite lean toward that he did not had good intention. One of his massage was " tomorrow I will teach you". This is the massage from the first person after I told him that I will meet the second person the next day. I have a doubt about the text. Why "tomorrow I will teach you" when the person that I am going to meet is not him? He mentioned that he was originally from Boston.

 

The second person came to pick me up at Church Avenue train station area.  He has an old van.  In the front of the van,  there was a buffalo skull.  I was not sure if it was a fake or real skull.  I can not recall if the van's color was dark red, dark blue or grey.  He picked me up around 1pm-2pm.  When I met him, I felt something strange.  But I think I might have a clue about my assumption of those bad experiences.  Plus, he came to pick me up in the area near my home. If I did something or acted negatively toward him I might be in danger.  He was Caucasian, an American.

 

I went out with him, he told me that he would go to his place to change his clothes before taking me to eat out.  His apartment was located on 92nd street between 2nd Avenue and 1st Avenue.  When we arrived at his apartment, he put on the Indian talk show.  The Indian man was doing a comedy talk show, he was speaking in English.  He put up the videos of Thailand.  The slum area in Thailand.  

 

Before he took a shower,  he told me he would go buy some alcohol down stairs and we could drink first before going out.  

 

I told him " No".  

 

He did not listen, he went out and came back in less than a minute with some alcohol and ice.  

 

I thought to myself.  How could he go down stairs and come back with the alcohol in less than a minute when his apartment was on the 9th floor?.  I told myself that he might be the clue.  He mixed the drink and gave it to me.  

 

He tried to make me drink it, he was insisting.

 

I said out loud to him "GO GET SHOWER".  

 

He did not move until I drank.  He looked at me when I started drinking.  

 

I pretended that I was about to drink it and I said out loud, "GO, I WILL FINISH DRINKING IT" (something in that meaning, I do not remember it exactly).  

 

Then he went inside the bathroom.  That glass of mixed drink he made, my lips only touched the liquid in the glass.  It was not even a sip.  It made me feel numb.  I am not good at tolerating alcohol, but that was not a sip.  That liquid just touched my lips.

 

I poured the drink into the plant in his room.  I did not leave because I think I had to end the meeting with him nicely.  I told myself he knew where I lived.  

 

When he came out of the bathroom, I walked toward the entrance to wait for him near the door.  I felt my walk was swaying a bit.  I believed it was not just a regular mixed drink.  He smiled a bit when he saw the glass that he gave to me was empty.

 

But while he put on his shirt around his plant area, he shouted, " FUCK FUCK FUCK". 

 

I think he saw that I did not drink it, he saw the ice and the drink drained in the plant vest.  I acted normal and tried to control my walk.  Again I confirm that the liquid just touched my lips, it was not even a sip.  

 

He used his phone to try to take my picture.  He took me to a sushi restaurant on the corner of 92nd street and 2nd avenue.  It was a sushi restaurant operated by Chinese.  You could track who own that Chinese restaurant at the corner in March 2012.  He might ate the food there regularly, it was near his home.

 

After finished eating, he took out his wallet.  I saw the police badge.  I asked him if he was a policeman.  He told me that he used to be.  After that he took me to the bar in front of his apartment building.  The bar was located in the middle of the block on 92nd street between 2nd Avenue and 1st Avenue.  There was a bartender at the bar.  

 

At that bar,  the man touched my thigh.  I told him not to do it, I did not like it.  He did it again. I shouted at him not to do it.  The bartender was the witness.  

 

After less than an hour at the bar,  he walked me to the train station.  I said thank you to him, he lifted me and kissed my cheek.  I thought kissing on the cheek was better than losing my consciousness in his apartment.  I went home safe that day.  He contacted me again.  I told him that I will meet another person, I did not just only talk to him from the site,  I also talked to someone else.  

 

Couple days later, I met another person from Plenty of Fish, his name was Christopher.  On the site, his username was Alex.  I dated him for two months.  He told me that he moved to the US from Ecuador since he was six years old.  The first time that we met for a date, he wore the red polo shirt.  And another one time, he wore the same style and color of Polo shirt that I bought for my dad when I visited Thailand in January 2012.  The brand was Nautica, light green color.   I dated him for about two months (March 2012 - May 2012).  A years or two years later either 2013 or 2014, I saw him at Thai grocery store (Sugar Club) with a woman.  I assumed she was Thai.  He seemed to have gained a lot of weight.  About his green polo shirt should be just a coincidence if he does not know anyone in my past.

 

August 2012. After I left K2, I worked for Lizzie Fortunado jewelry for about three month. They gave me projects to do at home and I got paid per piece.  There was one project that they hired me to make bracelet. They told me the rate of that bracelet, they pay at $10/bracelet. But when all bracelets are done, they told me that instead of $10/bracelet they will pay me $4/bracelet. I had argument with them that they offered to pay $10/bracelet when they gave me the project to do.

 

Later , I did not receive any more project to work on from them. I think it was because of that argument. That bracelet was sell for retail price at $52.

 

In January 2013, I got a job at Joomi Lim.  I worked for them until the end of September 2013.  Joomi's husband came from France, his name was Xavier Ricolfi

 

Sometime in July 2013 or August 2013, while I was walking on the sidewalk on Broadway and 36th street, there was one woman.  Her height might be about 147-152cm, she blew the smoke of cigarettes to my face intentionally.  And she ran away, I was trying to get her.  But I missed it.   

 

Joomi Lim let me go at the end of September 2013.  She told me that the business was slow.  There was once that the manager, Maria, stepped on my foot intentionally while she talked to me.  She knew that she stepped on my foot, she pressed it more with her weight.

 

In December 2013, I reviewed and translated documents for the Clutch Company in New York.  It was about financial trading.  The documents contained information of misconducted trading by Thai bankers. The project manager was Laurence. The project was related to Royal Bank of Scotland 

 

The job location was the building on 51st street.  Laurence briefed me the job description that we as a translator are not allowed to go to the 13th floor, which was the floor that the lawyer do the work.  Thinking back , if things related I brought a newspaper to Jeff when he was sick in his bedroom.  Jeff was shouting at me not to put the newspaper on the bed, he said it is dirty.  I took the newspaper delivered on the ground in front of the house to him.  If Lawrence saying that without knowing anyone related to Stephanie's family, this should not be considered a matter.

 

Why would Laurance has to say we are not allowed to go to 13th floor?   Why would we have to go there when we know our work is on different floor?  And even if we go there , we just have to get back to the elevator due to wrong floor.  What is the point of him saying that?

 

At the end of 2013, I decided to move to California because I thought it was hard to make a living in New York.  I was thinking of getting a nanny job in California.  I went there without knowing anyone.  

 

Before my arrival in Los Angeles, I called Thai temple and asked to stay there for sometime since I would be new in town.  The monk who spoke to me on the phone was very nice.  He told me no problem, he seemed very welcoming.

 

I went to Thai temple in Los Angeles just to stay there while I was looking for a job.  Thai people know that when they travel abroad and need someplace to stay to save money, they can go to a temple for a short stay.  

 

But when I arrived, the monks acted opposite.  It seems they did not welcome me there.  

 

While I was in the chapel doing rituals with other people, a man came into the temple.  He was shouting at me, "YOU CAME FROM THAI RATH NEWS?, GET OUT."  

 

Thai Rath news is one of the largest Thai newspapers in Thailand.  I did not know the man, I never met him at all. 

 

One of the monks asked me about my job situation and told me that I should apply for a job with the US military.  

I went to visited Hollywood boulevard Ave., I saw one female woman very much looked like Demi Moore riding bicycle passed me.

Late January 2014, I decided to come back to New York after staying in Los Angeles for two weeks.  I got a job at Cucina & Co. restaurant, it was under the umbrella of Patina company.  Location was at the MetLife building, Central train station.  

 

That restaurant, I was told to apply for a job there by another one of my friends.  I rented her room, before I moved to Los Angeles.  After I came back from Los Angeles, I lived with her again for temporary while I was looking for a new place.  When I moved out to Los Angeles, she got a new tenant.  

 

I went to apply for a job there, I talked to the person who happened to be the vice president of the company.  I got the job right away.  

 

My first day of working, there were some Thai people working there.  The Thai women who had been working there for over twenty years did not speak to me in a friendly way.  There was a Filipino woman who was about my age also acted and spoke unfriendly.  I did not know why they were not nice at all, not just unfriendly but also more toward bullies.  I did not know them before. 

 

I worked at Cucina & Co. less than two months, and I left.

 

There is one incident, maybe in 2014 or 2015.  On the top floor of public library at Bryant Park, there was an  Asian guy with long hair.  He might be around my age about 32years old.  He was sitting next to me.  He had laptop with him.  He was looking at a woman vargina.  It was a zoom  image.  It was this organ picture.  

 

In October 2014, I work at Duets restaurant for about two week.  I did not get paid for my training.  It was about three days of working.  I was told that the manager was not working there anymore.  And the restaurant owner told me that he was not acknowledged about my hiring.  I worked there and the owner was there when I worked there.  I called the police.  The police came, they told me I had to file the court. It will take a lawyer to do the case.  And it will be about six months before the case is solved and get my payment.  I could not do anything about it.  I did not have money.  And it seemed police did not feel any sorry about it.  

 

In July 2014, I worked at Blue Ribbon sushi.  I had a trainer who was either Chinese or Japanese.  That night of training at pantry area, he walked pass me and his private part rub my butt while I was standing making coffee.  The area behind my back might left about one and a half meters of space.  

Next day, Johnny who happened to be a manager at the time point finger at him and said " It's you?".  He was walking nervously.   

Also, there was one Chinese girl who was my trainer.  Her name was " Jennifer" if I remember correctly.  She told me about table numbers that they have at Blue Ribbon.  She showed me the tables that assigned  in order number.  When it reach to the table that was suppose to be called number 69.  She said,  "We do not have table number "69" , it is nasty you know?". This is called "PR" table.  Why she talked to me like that?

At Blue Ribbon sushi, I had an interview with Bowie Fu before I started working there.  That trainer might came from the same country with Bowie.  

 

In 2014 or 2015, at Naruto Ramen upper west side, they hired kitchen people who also looked like Indian or Pakistan. I was working there. That day, My coworker was a girl from Indonesia. We were counting money at the end of the shift, one kitchen guy bothering her and grab her boob (in a way plus pushing). I want to say "Sorry" to that girl that I did not stand up for her.

 

 

In November 2021, I worked at TsuruTontan in Midtown-NYC. They also hired some of kitchen people that looked like Indian or Pakistan. When I asked them, they told me they came from Nepal.

 

Around November -December 2012, I lived with Janet in Brooklyn for about two months.   It was during the time I worked at Blue Ribbon sushi.  She can speak Spanish well.  She worked at school as a student advisor.   I knew her from Joy,  the Thai girl I knew from English class.  Joy spent her time mostly praying at SGI-USA New York Culture Center

 

From September 2014 till the end of October 2015, I was living in the apartment in Queens.  All of my housemates were Philippinno.  The landlord was Philippinno, she rented out the apartment.  She did not live there.  

 

The first week that I lived with them, the landlord invited me to cook Pad Thai.  I thought we both would cook together.  I thought it was a good way to make friend.  She bought all the ingredients and left them with me to cook.  I thought she would come to join me later, but it was not.  I started cooking around 12pm, I finished cooking at around 8pm.  The whole time I was the only one who was cooking.  It was a lot as if it was for a large group of people.  I was upset, but I did not show or tell her about it.  

 

At the apartment, there was a girl, she might be working in Tech field.  She was probably between twenty five to thirty years old.  She told me that she helped the sellers in selling trucks by advertising them through the internet.  She showed me a Facebook page that she posted her ad.   I saw her at Chelsea market once, she wore office outfits.   She might work around that area.

 

Also there was a single mom at the apartment.  She had two children.  One was a teenager boy, he might be about nineteen to twenty one years old.  The girl might be around twenty four to twenty six years old.  

 

I learned from the internet that cinnamon helped people lose weight.  I then put cinnamon in my drink whenever I can.   One day, I put cinnamon in my tea cup.  I left it on the table and went to the bathroom.  When I came out, the texture of the drink was as if someone spitted phlegm in the cup.  That time I thought it was the cinnamon that had changed its texture when it mixed with water.  Cinnamon drink was a new thing for me.  I did not know much about it.  I drank it.  That time in the apartment, there were only me and the boy.

 

I tell the story that a lot of people keep to themselves.  I will not let them get away from the pain they caused.  

 

In that apartment, there was one time that water from the room up stairs leaked to my apartment. It was a lot of them.    Only in my living area that was leaking, not other areas.  The super told me that the kids were playing with water upstairs.  

 

During my hardship in finance, I normally asked my father to wire me some money using Western Union.  He did not have to specify the state or town, he had to only specify the name and the country of the receiver, and he then gave me the confirmation code on the phone.  I used the confirmation code and ID to get money.  I never had a problem in receiving the money.

 

But during July to October 2015.  I asked my father to wire me some money.  I went to pick up money like always.  But the counter told me that I could not receive the money because it was wired to another location.   The counter told me it went to Florida.  Sometimes the counter told me it went somewhere else but they could not disclose information.

 

My father had to go back to the bank.  The bank in Thailand did confirm that they sent it to the US.   Later, my father specified the state to be New York.  But still I was not able to get money from my end.  The bank in Thailand had to resubmit the same information, then I could get the money.  It was difficult for me to receive the money.

 

There was an old Filipino woman who was a tenant in the apartment.  She gave me jade stone in heart shape.  I was not happy about something she did, I threw it back on the floor toward her direction.  It was moe like the way Caroline threw the doll.  I did not aim to hit her with it.  She threw it back in the level of my head.  She aimed at me.  It was close.

 

There was also another Filipino old woman who was not nice when she spoke to me.  She was also a tenant.

While I was living with with Filipino, should be sometime during November 2014 - October 2015, I got a job at Brasserie Ruhlmann.  I had an interview with GM, and got hired as a server.  There was a Thai girl, "Fon", she was working there handling accounting  and paycheck.  I remembered that under all those legal documents that I had to fill out.  There  was direct deposit form.  I did not request the direct deposit information from my bank on my first day of working. 

But after that about a week, I visited her at office and bring her direct deposit information from the bank.  She refused, she said there is no direct deposit for employees.  I am quite sure that I got treated unfairly.  Authority could check information about this restaurant if they had direct deposit system during the time that I work there or not.  While I am typing information about direct deposit issue in this blog, my screen got freezed about half hour.  Hopefully, they will not hack government system and change information about direct deposit of employees who work at this restaurant.  My case could be big.

This Thai girl " Fon", she was at the birthday party, the night that I went to night club and dance with the man who was very mad at the end of the night.   I hang out with "Fon" , should not be more than 5 times.  I know her from friends, "Bird" and "Anne".

Anne dated one person, she told me she met him at the airport, he was a pilot.  He did not want her to take his picture or be in the photo with her.  It was actually either Anne or Nook who told me that her date did not want her to see his ID card.  Either Anne or Nook told me that he went to bathroom and ran to her because he thought she looked into his wallet to see his ID.  Why that person need to hide his identity?   Sorry to my friend that I have to talk about their story.  It is for investigation.

I left the Filipino apartment in the end of October 2015.  Then I moved to live with a Thai family that rented out a room in Jackson Heights.

 

In January 2016, at Jewish hospital in Long Island York.  That day I left the job I got with SSN America.  I cried and I threw my backpack into the garbage.  I was mad at life.  I cried and sat on the grass next to the street.  Someone might have called 911, the police came and they took me to that hospital.

 

At the hospital, they put me on the hospital bed, the bed that had wheels that could move a patient to places easily.   They did not place me in a patient room.  But they left me on the bed in the hallway, the place where there were officers.  

 

I believe it was the reception area.  I was on the bed and I cried a lot.  I went to the bathroom, I did not even care to flush it after I pee.  I was mad at the situation.   

 

I acted that way just like when I got upset with my friend, I contacted that man who spitted when he kissed. 

 

One of the nurses came to me, took off my shirt, took off my bra and I was top naked.  Everyone was there, there was no curtain.  There was a black man, he was in the hallway, he saw it.  I am sure a lot of people who work in the office saw it. The nurse injected me with some kind of substance.  Then they brought me to the mental quarter.  I saw my face in the mirror, it was swollen, it was as if I gained 50-60 pounds.  I did not have any other symptoms from that substance except my face looked like I was a fat person.

 

They kept me there for two weeks.  They tried to give me the pills, I refused to take them.  The volunteer talked to me aggressively, forcing me to take the medicine.  She told me that I had to join the treatment program.  I would have to follow their instructions about drug taking.  I refused.  

 

I did not understand why she talked to me that way , it did not seem like I was in the hospital, the place where I should feel I was surrounded by educated nurses and doctors.  

 

While I was there,  I shared a room with the other woman.  I refused to take any pills they were trying to give.    After staying there for two weeks.  The bills came out about $60,000.

 

I stayed with the Thai family house until the end of February 2015.  I left because I do not have a job, and I could not afford to pay the rent.  I did not tell the landlord that I had a problem about money to pay the rent.  I do not know them that well, they were just a landlord.

Around March or April 2016, I got waitress job at Nicoletta.  The chef was shouting at me.  

He shouted " WHY YOU SHOUT AT ME."  I did not shouted at him at all.  He then fired me, maybe a week or two later.  

After lost the job at Nicoletta, I was very upset and felt so much alone.  I called "Nook" after have not talk to her for over four years.  I just want to talk to friend.  She told me not to harm myself and then cut off conversation by saying she has to go to work.  She never call me back.  During less than three minutes of conversation, I asked Nook for Som phone number (Som is the girl who married the dentist).

I then called Som, her tone was very negative toward me.  

She said " I THINK YOU ALREADY DIE, YOU AND ME HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH EACH OTHER."  Is she also involved in this?  She asked me when did the last time I talk to Stan on the phone, I told her it was back in 2006 when she was in Thailand.  

Actually back in 2012, I talked to someone from plenty of fish.  His voice was very much sound like Stan with the Southern accent.  During conversation, that voice sounds familiar, but I did not think it would be him at all.  That person mentioned that he live in Long Island,  he told me that he could arrive my apartment in Queens within half hour.  I was working at New Jersey that night as a nanny for Deepali family.  It was just phone conversation, we never met.

Som used to mention that Stan had relative who was a policeman.   Som told me  Stan' s father was a high school American football team coach.   It was strange, his mom and dad were not tall, but Stan was considered quite very tall man.   

In late 2011, Nook told me to move out of the apartment.  I could not believe that bad things could happen at the same time that I just lost my job at Berry Jewelry.  Nook, my friend who knows me since high school told me to move out.  That time, I do not have any friend except her.  That apartment we moved in together before she started dating Tural.  I could not believe she did that to me.  

Still in my head, I have a hard time explaining situations, why those things happened.  I think about it over and over "why".  

 

May 11th-May 24th 2016.  I went to Mount Sinai Beth Israel by myself, the address was 281 1st Avenue, New York, NY 10003.  I went to an emergency, the officer asked for my ID, I gave them a passport, Green Card and State ID.   To be honest, I was so broke and I think if I went to hospital at least if they kept me there I would have a place to sleep.

 

I was not dirty, I still keep being a gym member.  My clothes were not dirty, I did laundry.  And keep myself clean like normal because I have to find the job.  I am just a regular person, but do not have money to pay for rent.  And I do not want to bring myself to a homeless place because I would not let myself to be in that group. 

 

I was there at hospital for two weeks, the hospital kept all my belongings while I was in the hospital.  But when I left, my Green Card was missing.  They told me that I did not have my Green Card when I arrived.   I went to their security unit, I asked them to check the security camera video the day I arrived there at the emergency room.  I am certain that when they ask me for my ID in order to input my information into their system, I showed them my state ID and Green Card.  The security unit of the hospital told me that the video of that time was missing.  They could not check for me.

 

After came out of the hospital, I started working at Shanghai Mong, the Korean restaurant in Korean town.  I worked there from May 2015 till March 2016.

  

Thank you for reading this, and maybe help me with the investigation.  Now, I am about to bring you to the most important part of the whole thing.  The reason that I should do this is by writing and handing them out in hard copy. (Those some people at trader's Joe in Boston read the story in hard copy).

 

It was one day, sometimes in June or July 2016.  I was looking at my phone, watching YouTube.  I liked to watch Ted Talk.  I think it gives people courage and good energy.  One interview video leads to another new interview video.

 

And then I saw the front picture of one video, the picture of the two people I met in the night club back in 2008.  

 

A shocking moment, if it was not fake or a prank from YouTube, that was a picture of Google founders.   

 

The Google founders were those two people at the nightclub in the Lower East Side in Manhattan that night.  The man that spitted when he kissed, he was the short man.  From the research, there were two Google founders. And as I previously mentioned, I later contacted him and went out with him.  

 

People can look similar, but how many chances would it look similar to both of them?  The height proportion from the interview video is also about the same as those two people I saw in the night club when they stood next to each other.  I saw both of them, not just one of them.