As soon as inoffer sa’yo ang isang bagay, para sa’yo talaga ‘yon!
Hindi ka naman kasi i-coconsider kung hindi ka para doon.
Very enlightening. :)
Oh, baby with your pretty face
Drop a tear in my wineglass
Look at those big eyes
See what you mean to me
Sweet cakes and milkshakes
I am a delusion angel
I am a fantasy parade
I want you to know what I think
Don’t want you to guess anymore
You have no idea where I came from
We have no idea where we’re going
Launched in life
Like branches in the river
Caught in the current
I’ll carry you. You’ll carry me
That’s how it could be
Don’t you know me?
Don’t you know me by now?
From: Before Sunrise
- Quentin's Dad: The longer I do my job, the more I realize that humans lack good mirrors. It's so hard for anyone to show us how we look, and so hard for us to show anyone how we feel.
- Quentin's Mom: That is really lovely. But isn't it also that on some fundamental level we find it difficult to understand that other people are human beings in the same way that we are? We idealize them as gods or dismiss them as animals.
- Quentin's Dad: True. Consciousness makes for poor windows, too.
&& Whenever I get tired of the things happening around me, I always have the urge to cut my hair. (No, not have a haircut.) I’m not (yet) bold enough to run off to some far away place and just be on my own for an indefinite period ala “Eat, Pray, Love”.
&& I would’ve grabbed any pair of scissors nearby and cut my hair, except that there’s nothing much left for me to cut right now.