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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, January 31, 2006
Ok, No
My brother just messaged me if he can stay in our condo during his training. Now this is something that I try hard not to happen. Simply because it feels like I'm being 'invaded'. Yeah, I sound harsh, but really. This brother of mine should have stopped being a baby and learned to rely on himself earlier than he should (he should, having a family at the age of 19).
Argh. I'll kick his nuts. Kick his nuts I will. Ok edit. Damn it. Make that I'll kick my father's nuts. Kick his nuts I will. My brother is asking for something to help him get by while here in manila. Father has none for him, but he has money for gambling. The fucker. And I am doubting if 12k for the van rental to Baguio was just his ploy of getting money easy. Heck, that van is partly mine. posted by Quentin |
4:05 PM
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