06 June 2017 | Probably the poorest decision I have ever made in recent history is watching I’m Drunk I Love You, yesterday, given that I have this more important thing to think about at this very moment. It’s a trigger film ready to unearth those inner thoughts because somehow sometime there are fragments of Dio and/or Carson among all of us. Several punches were launched here and there but one glaring point that left me pondering on is something about responsibility – much as we are responsible for our own actions and its consequences, aren’t we also bound to be accountable with our own feelings? It’s a beautiful kind of pain for someone to love another unconditionally, but at some undefined point in time, breaking point is somewhere there existing. It’s painful kind of beautiful to be responsible in picking all those scattered pieces after the breaking, as well. At mapapa-“O, kay tagal din kitang minahal” ka na lang.
27 April 2020 | Update: I re-watched the film today. Funny how three years have made me view things in opposite polarities. It's quite a shame I had this cringe-y take on this film three years ago. A massive thing I may have overlooked is the fact that in some way, we should also be sensitively responsible enough about others’ feelings. A philosopher once said, “Wala kang karapatang pakiligin ang isang tao kung wala kang planong pakiligin siya habambuhay”. Whatever or however one does, it's nobody's business to mess up one's feelings. From the friendship standpoint, don’t get me started with Dio clueless about all those bottled up feelings of Carson for him, friendship being the operative word. The thing is, the guy is plain asshole for putting a friend in pedestal for seven fucking years. Imagine someone in endless plan rearrangement and adjustment just to fit, iykwim. But then love and friendship are two complicatedly complimenting concepts, so who are we to judge? Kaya mapapa-“O kay tagal din kitang mamahalin” ka parin naman, be it love-wise or friendship-wise. Just choose wisely.
