My ..._ Jill Lu

Coz the water will never reach a boiling point.

So what's it gonna take for u to realize?

I swear: It's a pain in the ass!!!!

I was hurt before. My Mom doesn't want me to get married.

Yes. I got scammed. But this doesn't mean that I oughtta get stuck here.

Yes. It's SO HARD to trust anyone.

Beginning of Aug., I met a Scandinavian on a dating site.

This Scandinavian was up in the midnight, 

which was able to chat after I finished work @ 10 pm (Sometimes 10:30 pm).

Let's address this Scandinavian as "Mr. Scandinavian."

I didn't talk to Mr. Scandinavian too much. 

He didn't mind getting on Skype, which means that he's communicative.

Aug. 21, I shipped him a brand-new cleaning robot.

Beginning of Sept., 

I had to choose between enrolling a caregiver's course & paying off my debt.

I decided to pay off my debt to 8 banks. 

I didn't ask too much help from family though they have money. Coz:

1. I dragged them down after I got scammed.

I unblocked Ash after blocking him for 2 months.

I've been holding grudge against Ash as:

1. Ash was picking on me. He DID Know how bad I lost all data & how grievous Shannon (Older Sister) misunderstood me.

2. Ash sponsored an Indo. gal 4 years ago. (He said she just wants money.)

3. Ash opened an acct. on a CHINA dating site.

Well, u can NEVER teach someone to see a value --- 

For instance, Getting the casket and returning the pearl.

China mainlanders r very cunning!! Scammers everywhere.

I got scammed. So Ash is about to seek a China scammer now??

On WhatsApp, I invited Ash to meet up. 

I brought his gifts.

Ash came to Maddington.

Sept. 25, Mr. Scandinavian promised me marriage. 

Taiwan government was off due to a typhoon.

I couldn't apply for an e-copy of "Affidavit to Single Status".

(Well, unsure of its legitimacy.)

I called my Mom & Sister to get it in my room. But there's no spare key to my room.

All day, I troubled my family, spent fone fees, felt fucking stressed, & plotted a "Visa Run" to New Zealand.

Monday, Sept. 28, UK Queen's birthday. 

West Australia was off. 

11:00 pm, Mr. Scandinavian refused to predate 1.5 months, 

which was genuine, while discussing over applying for a visa.

He wanted me to wait for 9 months. He said he's not divorced yet.

I wasted extra AUD$145 simply becoz Mr. Scandinavian didn't precaution me.

If u r gonna break ur promise, don't u think that u MUST inform the person RIGHT AWAY???

Mr. Scandinavian is NOT a man of his words.

I know that he would NOT do it after 9 months.

I'm not a burden. I know it's time to go. 

I didn't want him to ask for a leave @ work.

But I just didn't know how to tell him. 

So I said: "I'll have to contact other men."

Mr. Scandinavian went to bed.

12:30 am, I dreamed of my Sister's death. I woke up.

I went to hug him.

He just revealed:

He's been spying on my web-based WhatsApp on his MAC.

Mr. Scandinavian: "u r playing a game." 

"u r going to New Zealand to see someone." 

"Tomorrow I'll tell Immigration to ban u forever."

Me: "Will u take me to a pregnancy test?"

Mr. Scandinavian: "No. I can only tell u that I can't have a baby."

All these years, I took workplace bully, I left "Comfort Zone", I took national exams of licenses, I took insults from nasty Aussies...

ALL IN VAIN!!

Do u understand this vid: Salt - Cyanide & Happiness?

u caused someone else's pain yet u think it's funny?? 

Pretend that nothing's happened?

1:30 am, I went out without anything... WITHOUT any single thing.

7 am, I came back.

Mr. Scandinavian locked his door on purpose.

14 pm, I went to sought help from a neighbor, Oliver & Patricia.

I wanted to go to a church. But no church was open. 

Oliver called the police.

Police arrived at 3:40 pm, when haply Mr. Scandinavian gets home from work.

Police accompanied me to retrieve my luggage & then drove me to Armandale Hospital.

It took me 5.5 hours to do checkup, pregnancy test, & a morning-after pill @ Armandale Hospital.

10:30 pm, my doctor let me go.

Sept. 30, Wednesday, my Croatian friend took me to Perth Central Station.

My 3G network wasn't working.

I glimpsed "VodaFone" but... 

1. I was sleepy/tired.

2. I'd be too late to assemble with my Croatian friend.

3. Ash promised to meet up on Friday/weekend. I'd have WiFi again.

4. Maddington Central "VodaFone" sales representative said that this AUD$2 SIM only has a #. 

I topped up but I wasn't sure if there's data.

I didn't walk into "VodaFone." 

Oct. 2, Friday morn, Ash Whatsapped me that he's busy in the afternoon.

I went to Maddington to apologize to Mr. Scandinavian.

He not only refused to meet, but also changed his WiFi password.

I was waiting @ his front door.

A cook, Antony Moore, 

who lives on #26 or #28, Pitt Street, Saint James, promised to pick me up @ 3:30 pm.

6:40 pm, I smsed Antony Moore. 

(& I called a Secret Harbor guy. He hanged up on me directly.)

Antony Moore: "I was cooking for Grand Final of 2015 FFA Cup. Too tired to meet up."

Me: "u were supposed to tell me earlier!" 

I switched off my cell.

No bus. I walked to Maddington Station heading to Perth Central Station.

I switched on my cell.

Antony Moore: "u can still come if u want. Take a cab from Maddington."

I wanna know what's his job & restaurant like as I was working in a "sha-bu sha-bu" restaurant & Regent Hotel, Taipei (5 stars).

Me: "I'm already on the train."

Antony Moore: "To Oats Street Station. Take a cab to Saint James."

I presumed that I would be safe coz Antony Moore did NOT seem interested in me at all.

First he blew me off, 2nd he even didn't wanna pick me up from station.

@ Oats Street Station, a kind nice friendly Singaporean bus driver showed me the way.

For my safety, this gentle Singaporean directed me to get off @ Curtin University.

That was 9 pm.

Antony Moore came to pick me up & asked me what I wanna do.

Me: "I just wanna sleep."

Antony Moore shares the same house with his older brother, Chris, who's sleeping. 

He put me in his room.

11:00 pm, Antony Moore started forcing me  to intercourse.

I was trying to reason with him.

I was begging him to stop.

Antony Moore threatened me: "Either u fuck me, or u fuck off."

Rapidly I packed & ran out.

It's very dark & cold there.

On my runaway, I bumped into a cab.

This cab is a limo which has zebras' stripes.

I told the driver what's just happened & asked him to take me to a closest motel.

The driver doesn't know a motel nearby.

11:30 pm, we arrived at Oats Street Station parking lot.

A train's coming in.

He gave me a discount of AUD$0.80.

I dropped my wallet in the front seat in a hurry.

It was dark. I didn't see it. I was afraid of missing out the last train to Perth Central hostels.

Railway police helped call my Cannington Christian friend to pick me up. 

We went to a police station in Oats Street Station area. 

It's closed. I lost EVERYTHING.

Christian friend helped report my loss to police, 

Found accommodations for me, 

& gave me AUD$25 in total.

The waiting was killing me.

So I decided to try out my luck the last time! (Running out of coins...)

I called the Secret Harbor guy. On the fone, he said he would help. 

AGAIN, this was killing me! I smsed him in advance & I was waiting 1 hr. @ Kwinana Station.

8 pm, Darren Woodfired, an owner of a resort in Queensland, blew me off.

Darren Woodfired's irresponsible sudden absence NEARLY fucking cause me Big TROUBLE!!!

Do u know what's a "promise"? 

A "promise" is "words coming out of ur own mouth from ur own free will."

Oct. 8, thru Warwick friend's help,

Mr. Scandinavian's Filipino ex contacted me. 

The facts are:

NO ONE's gonna pay her full fare & 1 day on airplane JUST to play a game with you!!!!!!

u think that I have so much fucking money & time????

Am I bad to publish this?

No. Let me tell u what's "Pure Evil."

"Commission" is sin. 

Isn't "Omission" a kinda sin??

My Christian friend's received $50 from me.