molested

wad should have been a fruitful day of farewell party for my friend ended in tears and agony.

the details are hard to forget... it makes me feel dirty and disgusted just recalling what happened to be 24 hours ago...

was having coffee at gardens with my friend... nice to have met up with him coz conversation was very good. had 2 rounds of mocha coffee since one round wasn't enuff to cover the wide variety of subjects we were yakking on.

then he suggested i pop over with him to devilsbar juz for a drink during happy hours. he was a nice gentleman who paid for everything and an avid popular icon there with many who knew him...

after what seems like hours of chatting, pool and chicken wings, we decided to proceed to the dance bar, which in turn became the live room section. bad choice. immediately there, we were standing and dancing, his friends came by.

apparently he only knew 2 of the guys outta 3... the last guy whom i tot was his friend, kept trying to mix my beer with his cannon of martel. can i say that i hate mixing drinks? that insane guy apparently kept pulling me towards his other hand holding that mixed mug of horrible shit and kept insisting i drank half of its contents at one go, with a very serious face like i was to be slapped if i didn't obliged (i didn't take that poison either) and it didn't stop with one round of insisting, and like every minute his hands will be all over my hips, waist and ass and the other trying to force mugs upon mugs into my throat.

the agony of trying to resist that pervert's hold and passing the drink around. in the end, it was so pretty obvious i was darn pissed off and stood far far away from him on the other side, jus trying to make it obvious to him i was turned off. but he followed me where ever i stood!!!

so anyway, the other 2 guys who were with him was pulled in by me to "save" my situation. after that i was totally aloof towards him. guess wad, low and behold his right hand reach around me from behind (since my back was facing him) and grap my left breast, following a really tight squeeze of it.

AHHH!!! i'm so damn grossed out jus thinking of it. when i tried to turn ard and wack him the bouncers immediately came and pulled me outta scene like i was the culprit?! (I AM THE VICTIM!!! but in the end they apologise for nabbing the wrong person) there i was screaming hysterically that i was molested.. why catch me and not that guy!!!

yes during the whole hysterical atmosphere with my totally smugged face of makeup and tears, i reported to the police aka mata. they came down alongst with ter becoz my friend had alerted him too...thank God my darling was there to at least calm me down and console me

so the story continues, to pursue the matter or not. to sue that pervert to court or to drop the case. the rest of the night was pure torture and the horribly dirty feeling inside my head couldn't stop surfacing.

guess what? when the bouncers had pulled me away from the scene, that pervert ran away! ran to dunno where (i heard home). too guilty to be present there!

ARGH!!

feel my depression, my disgust, my hurt!

anyhow i didn't pursue the matter. they finally caught him and pulled him into my sight (hotel lobby where i was making my statement) and i immediately identified his perverted desperate face! even his apology was so insincere.

i've my reasons for not pursuing... its not that i'm okay with being touched, molested or taken advantage of. but there are alot more factors like time and effort, energy and the strain of having to appear in court juz to stand the trial and the humiliation of showing that i cannot take care of myself! i neva like such mishaps to happen and to have it gone tru such a difficult aftermath.

that sicko is banned from going there. labelled as a molester by the police. shamed of his actions by his close friends.

and i'm very very sick juz proceeding with this journal of last night's nightmare!