A Singaporean woman who was allegedly viciously attacked by a man who invited her to party with him at Zouk, has shared a few updates yesterday and today, on the incident that left her with permanent injuries.
Here is what she said
Before everything, I would just like to say this:0
I don’t believe in bashing people online, I’ve always given people the benefit of a doubt. My parents taught me to be kind, to be loving, to be giving. But when someone shows you who they really are, you have to believe it.
I would like to thank the people who have been on my side and stayed true to me. I am grateful for the police and my surgeons for their patience towards me. I understand that news outlets don’t always post the full story and that people have their own points of view which is fine. I didn’t see the need to come out and say this, but I’ve been hearing a lot of false claims and rumours; stories that have been twisted to fit another person’s narrative. I don’t want that. So here’s what I have to say from my point of view.
From here. you can decide for yourself who you want to believe and what’s really the truth.
SJ and I were party friends. I have a habit of always buying bottles to share at any table I was at as a sign of courtesy. I don’t like taking handouts and was taught to always be generous for I’ve been given so much. So when SJ mentioned that he had no money, I offered him to drink from my share as I felt that it wasn’t really a big of a deal.
That night of the incident, SJ and I were at Zouk. As usual, we were having fun, just drinking with our friends. The first red flag happened when he snatched the bill from the service staff (after I had paid), forging my signature pretending that he had bought the bottles that I had paid for. Thankfully the staff were discerning enough to take the bill away from him and hand it over to me, mentioning that “only the cardholders are allowed to sign the bill”. After that incident, I brushed it off as I felt that it was a small thing and continued to party with SJ drinking from my bottles which was fine.
After a while, we left zouk. I didn’t know where my friends were as they were running around the club which was normal. Usually after clubbing, SJ would drop me off at Wallich Residences lobby where I would call for a cab. I did this often as I wanted to beat the crowd at zouk. So on the day of the incident, I thought it was no different and walked towards his car together with him at the zouk carpark.
I admit I was quite drunk at that point in time and whilst we were walking to the carpark, SJ and I bumped into a couple of his friends. While he was talking to them, I went to the passenger’s seat and took a rest.
Shortly after, SJ came to the driver’s seat and told me to get out of the car. He mentioned that I could call a grab instead and wanted his friends to sit in his car. I was confused as I was drunk and felt that the least he could do was to drop me off at Wallich Residences to call a grab. So I told him with my eyes closed “Your friends are guys and they can walk safely. I’m a girl and I’m quite drunk. Could you just drop me off further away from the crowd?”
The next thing I knew, the car door at the passenger’s side opened and I was being dragged out of the car. SJ had pulled me out of the car by dragging me via my hair and threw me on the ground. I was in shock and immediately tried to sober up. While struggling to get up, I asked him, “What are you doing?” and he only responded with anger. He whacked me and my head hit towards the ground once again.
I struggled to get up once again but SJ choked and slammed me on the ground, hitting my head harder this time. He used his bodyweight to lock my legs in place so I couldn’t move. I couldn’t scream, he was strangling me so hard I could barely breathe. I knew there and then that he had no intention of letting me go and I could feel I was about to pass out soon as I could hear ringing in my ears.
And all this time, his friends just stood by and watched as everything unfolded.
I struggled as hard as I could and as an act of defence, I scratched him, hoping that he would let me go. All this time, he continued to hit me, with blow after blow towards my head.
I think my scratches finally caused him a bit of pain and he let go of me. He walked back towards his car but I was not going to let him go, not after what he did to me. So to stop him from leaving, I sat on his car’s bonnet and tried to call 999. I was in pain and disorientated and it was taking quite some time.
After what seemed like forever, I finally managed to dial 999. When SJ realised this, he stepped hard on his accelerator, knowing full well that I was on the bonnet of his car. The speed caused me to fly off his bonnet and I landed on the left side of my body.
He sped off after.
Many people had come to my aide after they saw me fly off the bonnet. I went to the hospital and called the police. I had sustained full body injuries, with a deep laceration that hit my muscle at my left temple and a permanent nerve injury on my left brow. I can never lift up my left eyebrow ever again. I also have multiple fractured left ribcages that are also displaced.
After this traumatic incident, I found out that SJ was arrested and released after paying his bail. I am thankful that the police are continuously working on this case but it is evident that he is not remorseful.
He went on instagram saying that I scratched him for no reason and his friends have been twisting the story to fit his narrative. How can someone so vile and unrepentant be allowed to roam freely while I suffer in fear everyday?
After this incident, I’m suffering from PTSD and have trouble leaving my house even to buy food. I only leave when I have to visit the hospital or run crucial errands. My boyfriend works very hard so when I’m alone at home, I can’t sleep until I pass out from exhaustion. Even then I would get nightmares and wake up with a panic attack.
Everyday, people come up to me and tell me that he’s slandering me. Telling them that I was salty because I liked him and he didn’t reciprocate. I’m in a happy relationship, why would I like you? Why did you take my kindness for granted?
People say that I’m in this for the money, SJ has not given me any monetary gain. I have worked hard to be where I am today, I stopped taking allowance from my parents since I was 14. It’s so sad that some members of the public are calling me a gold digger. What did I gain out of my kindness to SJ but brutal assaults?
My next few screenshots can show you what kind of person SJ really is. You can discern for yourself. In hindsight, I should have seen his many red flags but I was naive and this was the last thing I would expect out of him.
