June 21st, 2009

Melancholic Drunkard Nights

Disclaimer: these are my drunken ideas. Thoughts by the alcohol, as I'd like to call them.

When you're badly in search of affection, you tend to seek it even from the most unlikely person.

For the first time in years, I get a glimpse of what I've been really wanting. I happen to evaluate just how much I desire what I'm longing for: how far I'd go and just how long this longing will last--as well as how strong this desire can take me.

So maybe I see myself in the near future as a loving mother and a faithful wife. Today. But how far can my sight of the 'near future' reach? By then, what 'near future' would I have envisioned for myself?

Anyway, after finishing half-way through Paulo Coelho's Veronika Decides To Die, I wonder: how do you compare the sane drunkard from the insane sober? Which would be better?

By the way, Happy father's day to all fathers out there. You know who you are.

mood complacent
read Paulo Coelho's Veronika Decides to Die
watch Going Bulilit

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