After one of the usual dinners at Bottle Tree, we were thinking of places to spend our Sat night. We ended up at the Firestation Hillside Gastrobar sipping liquor with buffalo wings while my love had his usual beer. I was greeted by this strong pungent scent amongst the lush scenery once I sat down onto the couch. It got better for me after we changed seats immediately. Started talking a bit louder after I was beet red cos I thought I wanted to hear my own echo other than the background music. Everything was peaceful and nice till this waitress who had voice as deep as the combination of three bulls disturbed my inner peace. I wish I can rewind back the time and listen to all that you had to say. You, together with the right atmosphere, were beautiful and memorable. You started pouring your heart out and getting pretty emotional with things that have been gnawing at you. The moonlight beaming down and with that melancholy eyes of yours, I told myself again that I am gonna be there for you all my life. I want to protect you, from all harm and unfairness
I think we’re always responsible for our actions. We’re free. I raise my hand – I’m responsible. I turn my head to the right – I’m responsible. I’m unhappy – I’m responsible. I smoke a cigarette – I’m responsible. I shut my eyes – I’m responsible. I forget that I’m responsible, but I am. I told you escape is a pipe dream. After all, everything is beautiful. You only have to take an interest in things, see their beauty. It’s true. After all, things are just what they are. A face is a face. Plates are plates. Men are men. And life...is life.
- Vivre Sa Vie (1962)