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Friday, December 30, 2005

I can't utter a word

Just read XiaXue’s blog again. Hers recent entry has made me recalled that bastard…


It was few years back… I was still 18; my friends (Samantha & her bf) were deciding to visit a friend (Sen) in Surabaya (Indonesia) for free and easy trip. As Sen is the local in Indonesia, he suggested that we drove to Bali, as the distance from Surabaya to Bali is very near. (Approx 8hrs)


Though, Sen is the local, he had never been to Bali, so Uncle (Sen’s dad) had hired this tour guide to drive us there and be our guide to show us around.

The tour guide had intro himself as Lee 40years old and all of us had called him as Coco Lee. not that singer Coco.. but in Java language Coco mean brother.


The four of us (Sen, Sam and bf plus me) were excited… as we were about to explore a new place, and no one expect Sandy’s nightmare has just begin…


We set off at 2am, along the way to Bali we drove to this Mount Bremo where the famous active volcanoes situated. When we reached Mount Bremo was already 5.30am. Oh in case you don’t know, Indonesia sun rising is much earlier than Singapore. We got there was almost sun rising. The weather was really cold, according to the local said it was about 3 dg Celsius!!!!
Wooooo… the smart ass like me thought Indonesia will have the same weather like Singapore, so never brought any thick clothing. I was cuddling Samantha to warm myself.
Suddenly, Coco Lee popped out from nowhere started, hugging me like bolster.
The 1st come to my mind was thinking that the gentleman was being nice to give me a warm embrace during the “freezing” weather, nothing rush to my mind. In fact, I always having inferior of my look, so I never think that he will have any fantasize on me. We were watching the sun rised up like a century egg yolk.



On the 3rd day of our trip at Bali, Sen suggested to go and visit the hot spring, because he had hooked a rich chick at Bali, (must show off his muscles mah) and so Coco Lee drove all of us included the rich chick to the famous hot spring. All of us got changed and got ready to pop into the hot spring to release our “aches” (due to shopping and clubbing since the 1st day we reached Bali).
Coco Lee had joined us in the hot spring too.. he “performed” his butterfly style to show Sen and Samantha’s bf. I was rather impressed by him at such old age can still swim 10 laps of butterfly style.



After awhile, all the lovebirds started to enjoy themselves in hot spring… I began to move away from the “love in the air” atmosphere, playing alone at a corner with the smelly sulphur water. The water was not very hot but it produced a lot of fogs, (maybe is some chemical react) that we can actually play hide and seek.
Suddenly, I bumped on someone.. or should say “something”, to my surprise it was Coco Lee… He pulled me to aside, and we began to chat…


Coco: Wah… all in a pair uh..


Me: (giggling) ai ya, yah lor… me poor thing no bf if not also can be like them.


Coco: ai ya.. if you want you can always get one easily..
Coco Lee began to move closer to me.


Me: har? Ai yo… I so ugly.. where got people want?


Coco: you not bad mah… if you want we can also be like lovebird, let them jealous of us….
I was like don’t know what to say just smiling to show some manners to entertain a old man.


Me: kekeke(fake smile) yah lor…


Coco: come and sit on my lap, girl…



Me: nah~ no thanks!


Coco Lee at that moment, he grabbed my hand to pull me near to him.
I was like… “SHIT!” he treated me as a WHORE! At that time of struggle, he was hugging me at my waist and with another hand groped at my tits.
I was pissed and began to shout out loud,


Me: LET ME GO!!!!!!!!

Coco Lee immediately let go of me and all my friends swam around! They were questioning me what’s going on?
I was paranoid, refused to say anything as I was fearful and wrath that, all my friends who were around yet none of them saw what that “toad” has done to me.


After I clamed down, I revealed to Sen and Samantha, and they laughed, “How could this be possible?” NONE of them believed me! Just because to them I am a plain Jane perhaps, worst than a plain Jane. I got so crossed that, I went to the nearest pub for drinking. (I am lousy drinker)
I got very drunk that night; the only thing I could recall was Coco Lee at the pub too.


The next morning, I open my eyes Samantha was with me. She explained what had happened…
That toad saw me was drop dead drunk, carried me to his car, was intended to send me to somewhere, thanks God Samantha’s bf saw the “whole picture” stopped him, and got Samantha to bring me back to the motel. Samantha had also brought the matter to Sen’s attention but that idiot, said “har? Coco Lee got this kind of taste uh?”


I was #&@*$@x


See… even if we raise up, people might not believe! Worst of all even your best friends choose to see with their own "pak jiao eyes" than to hear from your own mouth.

Conclusion is: only pretty girls got rights to be molested, and guys will believe while ugly girls molested is a hilarious joke.

Ugly girls being humiliated cannot utter a word lor!

2 Comments:

Blogger Richard said...

I am sorry to read of your experience. I do not understand it because the behaviour and driving forces are alien to me. But, it is a story I have heard too many times.

I do not believe all guys are like this (but, as I get older, my experience tells me that I am much less typical than I would like to believe).

I remember my wife telling me that before we even started dating, that just going out as friends she would go with me to places she would never go with another man (I like to walk in dark, quiet, and secluded places). It was a shock for me to hear, because I know a number of guys I think are good and honourable men, so I could not imagine someone being afraid of going anywhere with them.

Tuesday, January 03, 2006 10:06:00 pm  
Blogger A piece of me~ said...

Thanks Richard and A.P.
I have got over it quite sometime.. anyway.. if I will to be touch/grope again.. I will make sure that I will step on his *ick till he is impotent! Wahaha.. Just kidding~

Saturday, January 07, 2006 1:14:00 pm  

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