The Terrible Writings of Quentin Montejo
Serial experiments on a fallen archangel who only wanted to regain just one wing back
The Vision and the Cause
Got this from Hifi, from a speech:


What's the difference between a vision and a cause? Here's what sets them apart ...

No one is willing to die for a vision. People will die for a cause. You possess a vision. A cause possesses you. A vision lies in your hands. A cause lies in your heart. A vision involves sacrifice. A cause involves the ultimate sacrifice.

Just a word of caution. You must have the right vision, and you must be fighting for the right cause. In the end, right will always win out.

It may take time, and it may take long. But if you have the right vision and are fighting for the right cause, you will prevail. If not, no matter how sincere you are, if you are not fighting for what is right, you will ultimately fail.


I knew it all along. I have a vision, but I don't have a cause. Nothing possesses me. So I linger in my own quagmire for the past year :)
Sunday Mornings with Midori
Sunday morning rain is falling
Steal some covers share some skin
Clouds are shrouding us in moments unforgettable
You twist to fit the mold that I am

But things just get so crazy
Living life gets hard to do
And I would gladly hit the road
Get up and go if I knew
That someday it would lead me back to you
That someday it would lead me back to you

That may be all I need
In darkness she is all I see
Come and rest your bones with me
Driving slow on Sunday morning
And I never want to leave

Fingers trace your every outline
Paint a picture with my hands
And back and forth we sway
Like branches in a storm
Change of weather
Still together when it ends

That may be all I need
In darkness she is all I see
Come and rest your bones with me
Driving slow on Sunday morning
And I never want to leave

But things just get so crazy
Living life gets hard to do
Sunday morning rain is falling
And I'm calling out to you
Singing someday it will bring me back to you
Find a way to bring myself back home to you

May not know
That may be all I need
In darkness she is all I see
Come and rest your bones with me
Driving slow on Sunday morning
Driving slow, yeah yeah, oh yeah yeah
Oh yeah yeah, oh yeah yeah
Oh yeah yeah, oh yeah yeah
Oh yeah yeah, oh yeah yeah

There's a flower in your hair
I'm a flower in your hair

Oh yeah yeah, oh yeah yeah
Oh yeah yeah, oh yeah yeah
Whoa, yeah

Message of the Undying II
I would love to see you
Where the world does not know
Where the moonlight is ours and ours alone

It is there where I saved me and you
When your smile is mine, all mine
When my warmth is yours to have

How I would love to be there again
How I desire to say the dearest things
Only your ears will hear, only your hands can touch

But now it is all in a hard, encrusted heart
Covered with cold moss and dangling roots
Signifying the death of dreams, all gently rotting


This poem is too gay. Couldn't quite recreate the first one. But it'll stay here until I improve it.
Devil's Advocate
Just a while ago, an officemate approached me if I wanted to go for a job with one of the most talented people I know in the IT industry (godly dude).

This person wanted me to be his right hand man -- of which I was most flattered. The opportunity is so tempting (prestige and big buck$ here) that I am well, tempted to go.

But I am sure my current company won't let me go that easy. Especially my project manager. At least that's what I believe.
I'm Still Here
If you were right
And I was wrong
Then why are you the one who's gone
And I'm still here

- Vertical Horizon
Saturday Saturday
Went drinking with friends in Tagaytay last Saturday. Despite me being the hermit that I am, I was glad I made the decision. My lungs still felt like it's bleeding because of all the laughing I did back there.

I played my guitar til my fingers really hurt (strangely, I didn't get finger cramps). I sang with wild abandon -- we had a couple in the group who had good singing voices.

The truth (i.e. spin the bottle) game was really fun while drinking the alcoholic concoction they made, and the slap-card game was hilarious. The losers get to drink half a plastic cup of Bailey's. To me that was a win-win situation. If I lose the round, I drink all of the stuff which is what I came there for.
Work has Become Therapeutical
I've gotten into this thinking that the office workplace has uncanningly turned into my place of solace and not my condo lately. Ever since I've lost my childhood home, I've felt like a restless, wandering soul. The condo where I stay is simply not filling up my needs for 'stability', or that need of having something that wouldn't fall apart when everything else goes wrong.

This sadness, along with the loss of contact from the woman I hold special, and from a long time friend (you know who you are, Moon) whose weirdo, secretive behaviour is freaking me out, has given me my first episode of depression this month.

I'm still not strong enough to deal with multiple sources of negativity yet. I bet people shouldn't even be handling it alone. But that's just me.

This morning, maybe the chill of the aircon, I felt a bit more alive. If not hungry.
Feeling Chivalrous
Given the chance, I would fight for the honor of the woman I love.

That despite my being a villain, I'd also like to be a hero sometimes :)
Letter from a Best Friend
4th of July 2k2
- thursday -

dear Anche,
treat this as my humble way of thanking you before i leave. so you're not the sweetest and kindest friend (that's a given :)) but boy am i glad i was given the chance to know the REAL you. i have seen you in the best and worst of moods; albeit i can only swallow your angst and cruel words with my pride, you find a way to make it up to me by the laughter you send my way. i'll always be grateful for inspiring me to pick up my sketchpad again, and enjoy an old hobby i have forgotten i was passionate about. you introduced me to stuffs i never knew exist, yet now i am a BIG fan (i'll allot a big budget for my C&H collection :)) but, probably, the greatest memory i'll be thankful for is how you trusted me with your 'you-know-who' story. ok ... confession time!

back then when we would talk about her, you, the situation, the circumstances, i was in the deepest imaginable pit of sadness. i wanted to block off people, i wanted to shut off and care less of the world. mostly because the break-up was fresh, and the feeling of 'being so unneeded' is at its peak. my self-esteem was low, my laugh was hollow, and my eyes were frequently puffy. and then you popped up with a story to tell, with woes to spill, with a scant regard on how the world sees you as.

i wasn't ready to exercise my social skills, but somehow, for reasons i just couldn't understand, it wasn't hard for me to welcome you as a new friend. yes you were too difficult at times, and the lashes of your kasungitan hurt so bad. but i overlooked them because i felt needed. it felt nice to have someone who treated me with a trusting, different kind of kindness that made me stretch my patience and build my character.

i still may not be able to describe you, because i sense how deep you are still as a person, but i'd thank you just the same because of the times you allowed me to get to know you -- and for the time you tried to get to know me. i'd like to stop complimenting you, because i know you're a pathological narcissist :), but heck ... it's my nature to appreciate and be vocal about it ... so i'll take the risk anyway. you're a great person, you're endowed with talents, and you know how to tap them ... that's why i know you'll go far. you may not know where to go after today, but at least you are starting to think of how to deal with that quarter-life crisis. ganyan talaga pag tumatanda na :)

and hey, what's a letter without the usual topic that is LOVE :) i know how passionate you can be, and i can boldly say the girl you'll love is sure one lucky gal. when you do find her, win her with you poems and sketches, and prove your worth, and never let her go. show her that YOU you've shown me ... be your real self and love every minute of it. if you'll remember to share the story, i'll be happy to listen and empathize. and i hope it'll be soon ... para happy ka na (in HAPPY's truest sense) :)

Thanks for the manga experience too. that was indeed so exhilirating an experience for me. Itsuki 4ever :) And hey ... stay brave enough to be different, yet resilient enough to fit in. I'm glad you've started to go out of your shell and see the faces around you.

Goodluck, and see you whenever, wherever :)
Once Again, Me and my Guitar
Been picking up my guitar again lately. Strumming and singing ...

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