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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, March 17, 2005
Rotting Mind
Just this morning I read about an article on Imelda Marcos as to how she describes her husband, Ferdinand, whom she said as having a brilliant mind that could memorize the mass whenever they attended one back when they weren't in politics yet. I was like whoa, I could've done something similar if I haven't let my mind rot on games and such. Imagine what I could gain from developing such skill, considering that I have other talents myself that I haven't honed to a razor's edge.
Then again, Ferdinand is now six feet under, while I'm here, enjoying my PC games -_- posted by Quentin |
1:28 PM
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