drunken thoughts...

just came from a formal dinner... now i'm drunk....

some thoughts... moments of clarity, if i may.

a lot of people praised my date. in fairness she was.... is pretty. i can definitely see why people liked her..

anyway, this girl, as most of us do, has her share of love problems.... which reminded me of the famous line in the movie How to Make An American Quilt. it goes a little something like this, "who would you rather marry? a lover or a friend?"

i remember being asked the same question during my PLTC training in Saint Jude.... btw, PLTC was for the training of future patrol leaders in the scouts.

anyway, at that time, i didn't get the point of the question.... i was only in grade 5 then.

anyway, (btw, sorry for the incomplete or very short paragraphs.... am really writing while tipsy... it's a good thing i was able to get home safe and unharmed despite driving for a considerable length...)

anyway, back to the thought i have in my alcohol-filled thoughts....

people have their share of heartaches... everyone does... that i can say with certainty. life friggin' sucks!!!! imagine, i won a golf set at the raffle tonight??!! only to find out it was waived coz i already left to drive my drunk date home. now tell me, where is the justice in that??! F'in g universe!!!

anyway, back to heartaches and that friend or lover shit. drunk as i am, realized that i already have a friend whom i can marry... truth be told, can anyone ask for more from a future life partner? but at the end of the day... it's never enough. no one is. everyone has his/her own idiosycrancies. be it a lover or friend! (take that wynona!!!) people will find a way to let you down. no matter how perfect or how "fit" you may find them to be which really really really really (you get the point) SUCKS!!!

so waht is the point of this entry?? I DON"T KNOW>>>

all i know is that after arriving home, i felt depressed and felt that i have to write something. i felt alone for some friggin' reason which i can't comprehend. this is supposed to be happy night---an eventful night. but at the end of it, i felt empty and incomplete. now where is the justice in that?