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The Terrible Writings of Quentin Montejo
Serial experiments on a fallen archangel who only wanted to regain just one wing back
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Free of the World. Rain worshipper. Hermit. Tormented mind.
Caged spirit. Defiant and eternal enemy of Destiny and Fate. Poet. Scientist. Artist. Daydreamer.
He who laughs. Slacker. Sleeper. Romancer of wings and clouds. Fiercely independent. He who is ponderous.
Games and anime junkie. Four eyes. Caveman. Nature-lover. He who doesn't think that hard. Non-smoker.
Music-junkie. Counter of blessings. Guitar-hugger.
He who simply wants what everybody else would like to be in this world and the next -- to be happy. |
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Thursday, October 07, 2004
Mountains, mountains
Been asking myself if I should rejoin with my batchmates in the mountaineering club.
It's been a long, long year ... so much has happened. And I'd love to challenge the mountain passes again. The last two was in Mt. Banahaw (which is closed to visitors for now), with the last one passing through Guis-guis route instead of Crystallino. Now that was a killer trek. Even though my stamina served me well I still felt like my dandy, pale legs are too atrophied for the torment on that fateful weekend. Btw, they still have my tent too -_- posted by Quentin |
1:17 PM
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