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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, September 06, 2005
in Tears
Back when I was a kid, I remembered my own parents teasing me that I was a crybaby. I was, because everything hurt so much. They would tell me, "para ka namang papaya", because as you know a little prick on a green papaya would instantly give out sap.
And as we all know, society programs men not to cry. A funny disciplinary action my dad would give me would go like, "'Wag kang iiyak kundi papaluin kita!". I stopped crying not because I don't want to be hit, but because I was kind of confused how that line of his works >:D Yes ladies and gentlemen, if the US law (does it exist?) regarding acts of violence to kids were applicable here, I'd be having a field day :} Heck, I remembered my brother having a slap on his butt from my father's palm. You could literally see the outline of his hand on his butt cheek (haw haw haw, I laugh at it to this day). Even my own mom would slap me with those plastic rulers (Euclid? Orion? I don't remember the brand anymore!) when I couldn't, and get this, memorize my homework. So there, back when I was a kid, I was forced to be a man and a savant. It was unfortunate that they don't know how to deal with a child with signs of autism (me!). But let's assume I'm still normal yet. Now where we ... oh yeah, I might as well divulge some significant embarassing moments. Yeap, I cried when I watched Legends of the Fall. Alone. In the moviehouse. With people around me. And at one point in college, I went to Manila Cathedral alone and cried my heart out because I couldn't take the stress anymore. (funny thing too, because it was in front of Manila Cathedral where I broke up with an ex, many years later) There was also the matter of crying in a hotel in Los Angeles because I missed someone soooooo much. The place was in front of Disneyland even. Irony huh? A place of fun and games just in front and I was there weeping like a sissy girl >:D Continued crying some more for a few nights back in the staff house, just for kicks *tee hee* Ah, it's been long since I cried when I skinned my knee. 6 Comments:
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