Not that I haven't really tasted some
before. I really don't drink because I’m not used to. I didn’t realize that it
doesn't really matter now. I was an obedient kid, right?
Though in our dwelling I used to try a
little bit of beer, a little bit of wine and a little bit of whatsoever. I never had been totally drunk or gotten extremely drunk outside.
But now, I don't know if I will continue
the past habit or become a much more different me. Sometimes, I’m just wary
that I might get into a lot of temptations that I cannot stop myself from
turning into a worst me.
Why really I refused to drink? It has
something to do with my conscience when I forbid someone not to drink. It was a
painful whole year when the consequence took place. Both of us suffered. Through
refusing, I acknowledge the hardship and efforts done for this entire year plus
the lately Christmas effort of this person from not drinking.
Sobrang
KJ (killjoy)
This is the part I am scared of. I now
understand the environment I am in. There's more to come soon. I am afraid of
the humiliation and revenge that follows. People really can get that mean.
The quote "the person has to shape up
or..." still lingers in my mind.
