So many things were so wrong about the Batam trip. Maybe I’ll make a list.
- I was still pissed off about the night before when we watched Underworld.
We got into a heated argument because she wanted me to go collect her passion card so we could get cheaper tickets. I clearly stated in the message that I would be going back to bed to have a nap. Boom, she calls me over and over and sends texts asking me to go down and meet her so she can hand the card over. I told her to stop calling. Told her that I didn’t even agree to meet her downstairs. And she goes on non stop about me not saying that I didn’t even say that I wasn’t going to meet her. (Exactly the point, by the way. If I DID agree to meet, then it’s a different story because I’d be an asshole, but I didn’t say JACK SHIT except that I was going back to bed and to wake me up when September ends.)
- Lack of sleep the night before.
- She realized the wrong route the taxi driver was taking.
- “Why isn’t Kiji here?” and the answer to that question.
him: “why isn’t Kiji here? Why can’t he come?”
her: “because he’s already been to batam. Plus if he comes along then where is Jess going to sleep?”
Yeah, I totally felt like a problem.
- When Joce wouldn’t let go of the fact that we all lied to her about the trip being to Genting instead of Batam.
Note to self: next time, just SHOVE every fucking fact in her face. Surprise? What surprise? JOCE, we’re going to buy you a fucking cake. WATCH AS WE BUY YOUR CAKE. Joce, we’re going to BATAM since you keep fussing about wanting to go there. JOCE, we’re going to eat at A&W since you ALWAYS bug us about it. There you go! Surprise. Happy now? Stupid fucking cunt.
- When she wouldn’t accept that it was supposed to be a SURPRISE.
- 1/2 day tour in Batam that we didn’t sign up for.
- Need for use of a proper toilet and I have a person looking at me all funny before I entered the cubicle. WTF
- Battling the infection when it was at its worst.
- A&W and almost getting caught for stealing the mugs.
- Walking out and holding a LIT cigarette in the air-conditioned mall. Everyone was staring.
- Taxi driver that took us to the wrong place and when he got pissed over it. Ended up paying double the original amount when in agreement on the rate.
- Checking in late. No welcome drink plus we had to deal with the angry taxi driver because he was telling EVERYONE about what happened, from the bell boy to the doorman to the security guard. A front desk staff had to help us settle everything.
PS: Note to self - there are 2 different locations. Harris Hotel is Harris HOTEL. Harris resort is Harris RESORT. They’re different. They’re 30 minutes apart from each other. They’re also Rp100 000 different apart. Fuck.
- MEGAMALL. Wanted to buy myself a Simpsons tshirt, but I lacked the funds after forking out for cab fares and their stuff they wanted to get. And call me proud all you want, but I didn’t want her paying for me.
- Trying to distract her so we could buy the stupid birthday cake at Breadtalk without her noticing.
Story about why the CAKE is so important. On her birthday itself, we couldn’t get her a proper cake in time. Kiji bought her a slice of blackforest cake from Hans. Sherlyn bought her a slice of cake from Starbucks.
At Wayne’s grandmother’s house, where she kept saying they had a cake for her, she was only given a slice of a cake that wasn’t even meant for her birthday celebration. The slice of cake was from his grandmother’s birthday cake. And it was given to Joce. A leftover slice of cake for the birthday girl. Sad, no? What’s worse is she kept on BUGGING us about the cake ever since her birthday. And the one day when we decide to surprise her hardcore, she keeps trying to FUCK it up.
- Asking Wayne to take her with him to go change money and she came back before we could finish paying up.
- Having need to distract her away from the cake and the payment again so I had to drag her down to the Supermarket long enough till they were done with paying and hiding the cake.
- Her needing us to open the door of our room when it was in the process of being decorated for the party. Balloons everywhere, our room in a fucking mess…
- The minibar fridge leaking. Lucky Lyn saved the cake before it got damaged.
- When the candle on the Harris cake blew out as we went to their room.
- Wayne needing to distract her and he came back before we could finish.
- Mind you, it was a mere 2-man show for everything.
The decorations, the dressing up, cleaning up.. it was last minute ideas, last minute plans, blowing 40 over balloons, setting the place right with proper ambiance and everything.
- Swimming and there were birds/bats/IDK flying right by us in the pool.
- Lyn losing her 2 packs + the lighter.
- When he had the balls to tell me “you wanna order room service? I can always sign first then you can pay me back later.” PAY YOU BACK? Motherfucker, you still owe me $30 from last year!
- The yogurt I bought from the supermarket was spoiled. :(
- Almost choked on lamb chop because it was raw.
- In the middle of the night and I couldn’t sleep because every tiny thing was waking me up. Clicking of the light, someone closing a door, insects on the ceiling..
- Breakfast and she had to open her fucking mouth and say “still make me find for you cranberry juice at the suuuuupermarket!”
She just had to say thank you for the wonderful surprise. That was all she had to say. Not be motherfucking ungrateful about it. Not make me be a bad person when I have been planning this with Sherlyn since LAST year.
- When I snapped back that I was the bad person in all of this and NO ONE said anything. Yeah, he was there, and Sherlyn was sitting right next to me. And no one said anything in my defense. The table was just silent.
Thanks friends.
- Indonesian massage and when the masseuse went out after.. she was talking about me, pretty sure of it. Yeah, I was an idiot about it. Didn’t know how to wear the sarong (if I was supposed to wear the sarong) and she wanted me to remove all my clothes…. super awkward.
Other than that, it was pretty awesome. Also, didn’t know how much of a giant I actually resembled until after I saw the pictures taken with my best friend’s camera.
Oh well.
Also, another thing about me; don’t “pay” me back to shut me up. Like the Underworld case? When you have clearly PISSED me off, don’t tell me “the ticket’s on me. Don’t get angry, k?”
It makes me feel… bought.
I hate feeling bought. Like I can’t buy or afford something on my own and I have to rely on your pittance.
Fuck you and fuck that shit.
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