You fucking drunkard.

Malacca was highly exciting. Actually it was the high part that was more. The company went out for a big field trip with a proposal coated to let the board directors think that we are having some corporate meetings of sort.


Which I believe most company do that.


I learn a lot of new things when a bunch of 90 plus people -- some whom I never ever said a word to after four years working -- were altogether having a ball of great time.


Discovery is very important if you are in any sort of trip. You discover something about people. People discover something about you. In between all that, the venue usually play a part too.


I discovered that many of my colleagues were hiding their real self all this while. On this journey, besides the full Saturday being in a talk/games/team discovery session, we had our Annual Dinner and a BBQ dinner in between.


Many of them were running and hiding away drinking the beers provided. Some of them didn't even drank a sip during earlier annual dinners. Yet on this trip, their true self was unleashed. Being the more open drunkard I am, I was the victim of admitting to all the drinks we had. Some of them waited till other Muslims go away from the dinner before they pull out their mask and drink away.


I thought to myself, "Why so troublesome?"


Maybe they don't want to be perceived as someone bad. In the Saturday session, I was also convinced by the trainer that we all do judge a book by its cover, although we are told to not suppose to.


Many crazy things happened too.


For one, while dancing away on a rooftop, with wind blowing away, a female colleague unbutton my Hawaii shirt together with the song from Pussycat Doll. It left me topless in the middle of a small crowd. Maybe it left unwanted memory to some of them as I am not a hunky six-packed man like they fantasize about. The guys was trying to pull my board shots down.


I could tell they were surprised to see my tattoo. More suprising than my fleshy body.


On the last day, everyone was knackered. I was still excited. Who wouldn't be if they had red wine pre-packed in a mineral bottle walking all around St. Paul's Hill anyway. Right under the hot afternoon. They were all in my pocket, while some of them pull me all aside when they want to have a sip.


With all this happening, I can not wait to have another field trip with the company.