When I was 16, I guided a sacred walk of catholic students in my high school. The event took place in Jogja. Small group of people. At night I walked alone along Malioboro, after the sacred walk in the afternoon. And I saw this shirt, hanging in one of the street vendors. I bought it quickly without thinking. I like everything about that shirt, and I didn't even drink. And that all-size shirt fitted me tight. I was fat. Life moves on. I did dieting and all (not because of that shirt :p) I was wearing that shirt when I was working as doorman in my school's event, It caught every eye 'cause on catholic high school, you know, I was the only girl who had the gut to wear such a message "Vodka. Connecting People.", even if other girls had that shirt. And a handsome senior asked how much I value. That sucks but I smiled. "You can go fuck your self" - smile. Then I graduated and moved alone to Jakarta. People in my campus recognized me from this shi...