I am writing this post in the aftermath from yesterday’s Christmas Party with the WOW family. To say that I had buckets of fun would be an understatement although I believe the memory will serve to be the best form of reminder for the days and years to come. The party brought together a large part of the WOW company, namely 34 PT & FT Combatants came together for this trip to Batam. The location was at Batam View Beach Hotel & Resort whereby a picturesque environment awaits you when you set afoot here.
Check out there corporate website and you’ll understand what I am talking about:
I would gladly extend my stay here to discover more uncharted parts of Batam but with the halting Bahasa Indonesia that I have on hand & the lack of the usual travelling suspects, I left Batam with a heavy heart as I know there is more to the island than the typical name of an “Ah Pek’s Paradise“. Sure, the place is not as developed as Singapore and they won’t win awards as compared to my 2008 trip to Bintan but I know granted time, I wouldn’t be surprised if they end up being on par or even better than Bintan. I’d love to come here again with an Indonesian so as to make me feel more like a local. I know next year, I will be heading to an Indonesian state to celebrate a major event in my best friend’s life. For that trip, I know my stay will hover between five to seven days and I am so looking forward to immersing myself even deeper into the Indonesian way of life.
I mean, the food’s awesome possum, the things there are jaw-droppingly cheap and the climate isn’t much of a difference as compared to Singapore thus I’d love to discover Indonesia, one state and a time. Plus, I know Indonesia is one of the very few places where I can go to and be a millionaire.
🙂 Ka-ching! Ka-ching!
The Batam trip with the WOW people highlighted numerous facts about the company. The first and most obvious one is the company works as hard as they play. I like that working culture very much and I really still think it’s the best job on Planet Earth. Secondly, drinking is a WOW way of life. Yes, many of those closest to me know about my past transgressions with the bubbly but most of you don’t know that since the start of 2009, I have made the resolution / vow to stay away from the alcohol. I don’t have a reason behind giving up on my alcoholic ways but I reckon its more of me outgrowing my old habits. Thus far, I have been able to keep to my resolution and coming to the Batam trip, I was very hesitant about counting in my attendance as I know drinking will definitely be the only Order of the Day & Night. Even XY was telling me the 1001 reasons why I shouldn’t go and 501 of them revolve around,
“Batam Trip is about getting drunk, you vowed to stay away from it so why do you want to seek the trouble?”
(The 500 other reasons why he didn’t want me to go as he says he will miss me too much, heh. Sorry XY, I just have to add this part in!)
But anyway, being the ever-so-stubborn me (It’s a proven Cancerian trait), I went ahead with the trip. My main reason for going was to see whether I can handle the temptation of the alcohol since I know my boss will be bringing and ordering plenty of them. Yes, it’s kind of the anti of prudence but I know I wouldn’t know whether I have kicked the addiction to alcohol unless I try surrounding myself in them. It was a huge ass gamble to take but I know regardless, I would be responsible for my own actions.
At lunch-time, the drinks served before boarding the ferry were the heavy beers such as Amsterdam Maximator & Amsterdam Navigator. Good Lord, for the alcoholic life of me, I never drink when the sun is up. There is some sort of “weirdness” to drinking in the day, full-stop. A couple of the men bought like 24 cans of the premium lager and this went around to anyone and everyone who was up for beer at 1345 hours. On top of that, they brought along three bottles of red wine, two bottles of rum and a bottle of Smirnoff. I thought that was all the alcohol they are bringing in to Batam but apparently I was so wrong. At the duty-free, they bought 3 bottles of Chivas VSOP, two Jose Cuervo Tequila and another bottle of Smirnoff.
I seriously don’t understand why people prefer Smirnoff to Absolut. I’ll gladly bottoms up the latter any day.
Anyway, fast forward to the party, Heineken was served in cans and it was free flow all night long. Imagine the amount of alcohol that was there all night long! We played some games along the way and honestly, I was one of the two people out of the 34 who didn’t drink and I seriously felt my strength at its weakest.
I could smell the tequila and Chivas everywhere around me as everyone was told to down two shots each time they lose the game and my colleague gamely downed my two shots on my behalf. Trust me when I say that I feel utterly helpless just watching everyone else downing the shots and dancing merrily while I was watching everyone turn from sober to sheer drunken-ness beyond contempt. I miss those days, really. I won’t try to lie to you ‘cos I know those days when I get to dance and make merry all night long with the groupies were one of the best days of my life. Life seemed a million times more easier then.
But I guess age has taken its toll on me despite only being a 21-year-old. I decided that since I can’t drink, I do the pouring and mixing of the shots since there was a time where I wished I could be a bartender as I love the mixing of drinks. Doing that kept my mind away from the need to drink and I was well on my way to getting my colleagues even more tipsy than ever.
When everyone was on the dance floor, one of my colleagues pulled me along to dance with him and I relented. I’ve never danced without drinking and for once, I knew what that felt like. It was different, yes but at the same time, I know I am in the right state of mind to know what is going on and whether someone is grabbing my ass out of sheer drunkenness or pretend drunkenness. Thankfully, my ass wasn’t groped that night as despite downing over 25 shots a piece, the men were pretty strong drinkers. I kinda wished I could challenge with them as I know during my heydays, I easily beat the boys when it comes to who survives the shots at the end of the night without getting wasted.
When I grew tired of dancing, I told my room-mate who is in the Halal Room 338 (The name was coined up as a private joke between the 98% of the Non-Muslims in the company and the 2% of Muslims) as me that I was going to go back to the room to put away the remaining cupcakes in the fridge. She continued partying and drinking and I went ahead to my room. There were a couple of them who were not into the drinking and dancing and they were in their respective rooms too and I felt less “different” than the drinking groups. I went to my room, put the cupcakes near the fridge and just stared into space. Literally.
Gone were the days where I would drink merrily without a care in the world. I honestly felt down that I have really wriggled my way out of alcohol that I felt immensely lonely. It felt like cold turkey you know? Even Mimi as company wasn’t enough. So I decided to call home as I know that Mama & Papa’s voice are the comfort that I always cherish in times of need.
I called home despite rudely waking my parents up from their sleep (time in SG is one hour ahead of Batam and I called them at 2300 hours Indo time) and upon hearing my Mama’s voice, my soul was soothed and nursed back to “health”. I talked to Mama for awhile and then later on called XY to tell him that I have not sipped a single bit of alcohol and that kept me happy for a while. Pathetic, I know.
I don’t know how much I’ve changed over this year but I know this change would be the best change that has happened to me. I’m so proud to know that despite dabbling with the bubbly at such a tender age of 17, I was able to kick the habit at 21 where drinking is a way of life. My family played a pivotal role in this change although they don’t know a word about my past but I know at the end of the day, I’m glad I make the switch back to the right path. So, so glad that I have finally outgrown my immatured ways and being more of a responsible adult.
Oh, as for the party, the wasted ones were the girls as they created such a big ruckus in the hotel that the Management was this close to throwing them out of the hotel. But lo behold, when a girl gets wasted, it’s always messy and never pretty. I do pity the girls who were puking their heads off in the lift, the walkways, the toilet, the room and have their hair being soaked in their own vomit. As much as it’s a night to drink and party the night away, it still is a company trip and professionalism is still part of the rules.