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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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Tuesday, November 09, 2004
Child in the Midst
On a past blog entry, I have written something about my cousin who died at 35. She left her kids orphaned, her husband had died not too long ago.
Now, mom took the youngest, a little lady named, Aira (Ira?) to our home. Over dinner, dad was humorously telling me that I no longer need to marry to have kids because I can have one right now. You know what the funny thing is? I was about to reply when I was surprised at the first thought in my mind -- I would've agreed to. Then I felt myself smirk and just continued finishing my dinner, pondering ... pondering. posted by Quentin |
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