Source from --> Malay mail
DEAR Editor,
I AM embarrassed about what happened to me and eager to get the memory of this incident behind me and move on with my life.
I want to relate what happened last Saturday so that other women will not fall prey to perverts.
My friends and I went to the global dance freak out in Malacca, hoping for a good time.
We were at a foam bar, which as the name suggests, people would dance upon a platform covered in bubbles and foam.
Every 10 minutes or so, a giant wall of foam comes cascading on to the dance floor and those nearest to the foam dispenser would be completely covered in the stuff.
A couple of young foreign men approached us and tried to convince us to go into the next foam mountain, saying it was fun.
Politely, we declined and moved away and proceeded to have a good time dancing. But the men found us again, and kept saying they were going to push us into the foam with them.
Suddenly the machine began dispensing foam and without warning, the men pushed us into the foam which was crowded. We were completely covered in foam and in the fray I lost my grip on my friend’s hand and we got separated.
I could not see a thing as I was completely immersed in foam. That was when I felt it.
Someone’s hands were trying to make its way up my pants.
It was horrible. I could not see a thing and could not tell which way was out.
All I wanted to do was to get away from those hands but then I felt more hands touching me.
How could this be happening to me, and in a public place?
It was the perfect modus operandi, in the mountain of foam, the woman will not be able to say who it was (though I have my suspicions) and there are no witnesses.
I managed to get away and found my friend and told her what happened. Humiliated and scared, another friend complained to the crew operating the bar and demanded that it be shut down.
Instead, he was told that they had had similar complaints that night but as no one could identify the culprits, they couldn’t stop the machine.
So as not to stop everybody else’s fun, the organisers would prefer to let more innocent women be molested.
If they had many complaints, why didn’t they stop the dispenser? Even if they are unable to catch those responsible, why not stop them from attacking more women?
The indifference shown by the organisers shocked me. It was as though they had been told that someone had stepped on my foot and not that someone had tried to finger me! Women, this is the sad truth.
No matter what precautions you take, there will always be sick men and with sick pleasures to satisfy, and we may still find ourselves victimised in many ways.
I was with friends, keeping to ourselves, but still this happened to me.
I hope the organisers will be more responsible and remember their sisters, girlfriends or friends who could be victims and not be afraid to take action, even if it spoils the fun of a few.
Hurt ,
Petaling Jaya
I AM embarrassed about what happened to me and eager to get the memory of this incident behind me and move on with my life.
I want to relate what happened last Saturday so that other women will not fall prey to perverts.
My friends and I went to the global dance freak out in Malacca, hoping for a good time.
We were at a foam bar, which as the name suggests, people would dance upon a platform covered in bubbles and foam.
Every 10 minutes or so, a giant wall of foam comes cascading on to the dance floor and those nearest to the foam dispenser would be completely covered in the stuff.
A couple of young foreign men approached us and tried to convince us to go into the next foam mountain, saying it was fun.
Politely, we declined and moved away and proceeded to have a good time dancing. But the men found us again, and kept saying they were going to push us into the foam with them.
Suddenly the machine began dispensing foam and without warning, the men pushed us into the foam which was crowded. We were completely covered in foam and in the fray I lost my grip on my friend’s hand and we got separated.
I could not see a thing as I was completely immersed in foam. That was when I felt it.
Someone’s hands were trying to make its way up my pants.
It was horrible. I could not see a thing and could not tell which way was out.
All I wanted to do was to get away from those hands but then I felt more hands touching me.
How could this be happening to me, and in a public place?
It was the perfect modus operandi, in the mountain of foam, the woman will not be able to say who it was (though I have my suspicions) and there are no witnesses.
I managed to get away and found my friend and told her what happened. Humiliated and scared, another friend complained to the crew operating the bar and demanded that it be shut down.
Instead, he was told that they had had similar complaints that night but as no one could identify the culprits, they couldn’t stop the machine.
So as not to stop everybody else’s fun, the organisers would prefer to let more innocent women be molested.
If they had many complaints, why didn’t they stop the dispenser? Even if they are unable to catch those responsible, why not stop them from attacking more women?
The indifference shown by the organisers shocked me. It was as though they had been told that someone had stepped on my foot and not that someone had tried to finger me! Women, this is the sad truth.
No matter what precautions you take, there will always be sick men and with sick pleasures to satisfy, and we may still find ourselves victimised in many ways.
I was with friends, keeping to ourselves, but still this happened to me.
I hope the organisers will be more responsible and remember their sisters, girlfriends or friends who could be victims and not be afraid to take action, even if it spoils the fun of a few.
Hurt ,
Petaling Jaya
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