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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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Wednesday, May 18, 2005
And She said "Hullo"
I was going to the pantry to buy my lunch (for a really bargain price of Php 40 !!). I was on the door, with a lazy look on my face, biting my lips when Carla came out of the pantry and said "Hullo".
Since I'm not sure if I was even smiling with my lips bitten to merit a greeting, I proceeded to smile at her with my eyes. Pretty woman. Maybe she's just unsure how to react to a guy biting his lips and sporting a Mugatu hairstyle. I even don't want to get near anyone today because I'm wearing weather-spoiled clothes. You know, laundry smell funny when rained on while hanging them to dry in the sun, even though I used fabric conditioner. After I got out of the pantry and bought my lunch, I took a quick look at her workplace which is just beside it. Pretty woman. posted by Quentin |
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