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Friday, September 22, 2006

4:24 PM

Molested...

This happened 2 days back. And the reason I'm writing in 2 days later is because I was contemplating on whether I should write something so private in a public place.

I was on a bus (no. 9). I took the bus from Simei at around 5:40 pm. And usually, around that time, there are many people who take the same bus. Sure enough, when the bus arrived, people just crowded around the entrance, jostling and pushing, trying to get in and not be left behind because the next bus will not come for another 20 minutes, at least.

It was really cramped inside the bus. About halfway through the journey home, I felt that someone was pressing against my butt. I thought, well okay, since its very cramped, so it can't be helped. But then, I looked around and even though the bus was still cramped, it wasn't as cramped as before. Then, I noticed that the man behind me was actually holding onto the rings on the same side as I'm holding onto the verticle bar. And I thought, why would he want to do that when there's a bit of space for him to move away and hold onto another spot? At that point, I got panicky. He kept shifting so that he kept brushing against my butt. It was definitely a Malay man. To test whether he was actually doing that on purpose, I shifted away from him a little until he couldn't press against me. But a while later, he was there again. Especially when the bus made this big turn and he took the chance to really press against me. My mother ever experienced this when she was around the same age as me. She told me that some men would "accidentally" press their dick against her butt when the bus jerked around. This confirmed the fact that the man behind me was doing this on purpose. If my mother hadn't told me of this, I think I wouldn't get what he was trying to do or I would be slow at getting it.

What I really regret was not doing anything to him. I just feel so stupid and until now, I can't believe that I didn't at least slap him and told him to stop doing what he did or he'll regret it. I know it sounds so simple, just shout or hit him. But when you're in a position where you would never expect such a thing to happen to you, your brain tend to freeze up and all sensible thought just vanish. I just hope that IF this happens again, I WILL do something.