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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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Friday, October 28, 2005
Chocolates Chocolates Chocolates
Today is a festive day, and the people in the office came with their respective costumes. I for one have only a pair of cardboard horns to show for it (one of my friends actually brought a Darth Vader helmet -- coolness!).
Ofcourse, what is Halloween without Trick o' Treatin'? In our case, we didn't do any of such, and just greedily grabbed whatever we can from our boss' bag of goodies. And so, I feel my tonsils are crying out again as I gobble each chocolate piece of heaven. Death! posted by Quentin |
3:04 PM
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