It was saved as draft..

Friday night, 22/10, went for dinner with uni mates after class. As usual, Piccadily. The day was still early. We had our dinner at 6 something. Listening to the music, watching at the television, looking at them..

I am sorry that sometimes I really couldn't control my emotions. When the music plays, when the memory strikes, there comes the emotion. I know you guys tried so hard not to make me recall of any unhappy moments, I really get it. And I really appreciate it. But I just, failed to make myself better.

Guinness Stout, I had that after our meal. I had a small cup of it. It's my very first time drinking. Obviously, alcohol doesn't suit me. I can't drink. Frankly speaking, it does not taste nice. I don't enjoy drinking, but I enjoyed the feeling. I always wondered, what's so good about drinking. I thought drinking could make yourself feel much better and dream like what you wanna to. It doesn't work on me. How much I hope to be drunk so that I can't remember anything. How much I hope my brain stop thinking.

I shouldn't be like this way. 'Alfanso' gave me some advice which is kinda right. No worries, I'm not alcoholic! That night, my field of mind is wider. I appreciate each and every one of them for accompany me, cheers me up, care me and so on.

I hate complicated life.