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Sunday, March 18, 2007
Sexually Assaulted!!
(Warning: Mature Content, unsuitable for children 19 and below)

I was sexually assaulted today!
The incident traumatised me so much that i rushed back home to wash all the uncleaniness away. If I were a lady from the ancient time, i might just committed sucide to honour my chastity.

Ok fine, maybe whatever i said was an overstatement, but the experience was just so disgusting that I'm willing to forgo my original post of my enjoying trip to sentosa with weicai and friend.

IT all started in the sentosa bus traveling in the blue line as we were on our way to Subway for dinner. Just like anyother bus during its peak hours, this bus is awfully crowded to the extent i have to lean my back very very close to the side of the bus to allow others to come in.
Since when it pays being nice?

While I was trying to make myself comfortable in my extremely torturing position, a BIG PLUMP indian man with a Terribly Tubby Tummy came and stood in front of me. He was facing directly at me with his two hand holding onto the 2 hand loops above. All of us were so cramped that we couldnt move from our own position. Problem arised when the bus started moving.

The vibration of the bus was just nice for that man to experience critical resonance. He body vibrated ALOT. During the process his tummy (or was it something lower?), kept on rubbing me on my lower abdominal. And when I say lower, i meant 'lower'.... oh well.. maybe not so low ba (i hope)... Rmb i was traumatised? Normally those victim of such incident wouldnt rmb the specifics. that was why their court case at times very hard to win.

There was no where else to go! there was no one else i could ask for help! (well maybe i can push him away or something lah, but in the end didnt cos there really no space or that he already very old already, if i push him the entire passager behind will be squashed and topple over, or perhaps unconsciously i'm enjoying it?? ) I was helpless!

Since i was pinned down by the old man, my face was the only part of me that was free to show signs of struggle. Nonetheless, no one seemed to realise my destress! Perhaps maybe wc's friend ba, but i think he was enjoying the entire show. Anyway, back to track, that was not the end.
While the bus was making its right turn, due to laws of inertia, the man 'just so happened' to obey its rules and was 'thrust' towards me. Both literally and non literally.

'Shouldn't that big tummy contain just fats?' I thought, in the verge of breaking down from the numerous impact, 'how come its just so..... dense? i hate his smell, i want to get out now!'

SEriously, i think that man is used to this already, in fact he seemed to be enjoying the process of torturing me gently. I can sense his grin from within when he was saying 'sorry'. His moaning of 'ahh" and "oh" during the entire grinding and thrusting process are still echoing through my mind. The more i think about it right now, the more i'm convinced that he did that on purpose!!
Disgusting!

I must learn how to protect myself, pretty face like me always get into such problem, don't you think so? ahhh!!


Catching the falling leaves ...[11:08 PM]
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