Sometimes I cry so hard from pleading
So sick and tired of all the needless beating
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Wednesday, May 12, 2010
Teen assault in lift
Everyone is talking about it so I would add in my thought.
I am once a victim. Yes, the foul-mouthed, tall and big built ex-beauty queen is once a victim of such.
He was my ex-boyfriend. Come to think, I really do love him BEFORE. So much so that I let him beat me up three times before finally deciding to move home.
I was young and full of hope then. He was really nice and a real gentleman the first time we met. Though he is an "Ah Beng" and all, he treated me with respect and showered me with love. He stayed in Jalan Bukit Merah and me in Jurong East and was attending Jurong Secondary then.
Image the long distance he have to travel to send me to school everyday. Wow! First train and the first bus. I remembered that from my house to my school, it is a really long ride due to the students piling up. So, the latest that I can afford to take the bus is 6.15am. If not, I would be late, or just on time.
So, as I was saying, he is really sweet.
But things went bad. Relationship turned sour and he started accusing me of seeing other men. Quarrels got more frequent and more heated. Problems snowballed. Waves were being stormed up and ripples formed. More and more friction were created and soon, volcanoes were erupting.
He first lain his hand on me at I forgot when (my dairies were destroyed by my recent ex boyfriend). If I can recall, it was a push only. At Tiong Bahru Plaza. I remembered I was out with this guy pub friend of mine. I went out with this pub friend because me and him broke off a while. Anyway, he lived near Tiong Bahru and his stupid Ah Beng friends saw us and he called us to the lift area. Na bey. Stupid to go. I was retaliating but the pub friend (his name is Johnny) wanted to go. So, off we went.
Johnny was beaten like crazy with 4 stitches on his eye brow. I don't even feel anything for that Johnny as I think he is a jerk and out with him only for fun. So when he was beaten up, I was secretly laughing to myself. But I act smart and pretend to protect him. SO, KENA PUSHED AWAY.
My ex-boyfriend was really sad and told me that the stupid Johnny didn't even bother to protect me when I am being pushed. I have to be the heroine instead. So, he was like saying that Johnny is not the one for me. I got really touched when he "tested'' the guy for me so I went back to him.
The next time he hit me was.... I also forget when. Hahahahah. Sorry. Suppose to be a serious topic. Forgot totally. I think it was something about I really cannot remember. But he slapped me. Oh freak! I remember. At my house downstairs. He cut his wrist in front of me because we quarreled and I demanded a break up (I always use break up as my trump card). Then he slapped me and called me a slut..... Na bey! Gets me fired up on thinking about this. Anyway, the very next day, he got kaleidescope for me (the very expensive one sold in Takashimaya). And I had a whole collection of kaleidescope then. And he knew my soft spot for it, so I forgave him again.
The last straw was when he saw me messaging other guys. I didn't even flirt!! But there he was, exclaiming that I am. Na bey! Am a faithful lover ok!!! He banged my head against the wall, leaving me with a "baluku" (blue black) on my hind head (explains why I am so stupid now - haha!). I remembered being slapped really badly and pushed to the floor. His mom and sister came to my rescue but were beaten up as well. I fought back of course but lost even when he is smaller size than me. Na bey, I feel like a failed Gorilla.
Then I called Daddy to come pick me up.
I never heard from him then.. Until I saw him again last year. He told me he had a real hard time forgetting about me and all that jazz. It just went "blah, blah, blah" in my head.
The most recent news I got was that he is inside already. Kind of sad why someone (aged 25) is not mature enough to handle his own life. His mom is really hardworking and nice la! To think got a son like him... God.
Sigh... Stupid immature adult.
Come to think of it, my elder sister was a victim too. And the person who harbors her is my ex boyfriend's best friend. Must be something to do with the water they drink.
But baby, where they knock you down and out
Is where you're oughta stay