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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, April 07, 2006
The Wayward Cellphone
My Nokia 3300 is on to me.
Last time it locked itself up when it died, even though I've never changed the PIN. And I'm quite sure I am pressing the correct numbers even though the key pad is faded. Last night, I think I lost it. I'm not sure where now, but I have two places I can think of in which if I lost it in one, I'll never get it back. I haven't been using it much lately [strictly speaking, I don't use it much at all]. So it decided to make its importance felt by doing these things. Hah! It won't have any effect on me! I went with my life without a cellphone for four months and the ones who were complaining weren't me XD [yes, people do miss me sometimes, despite my evil nature] What to do now? I dunno. Even though it was averagely pricey in its time, I didn't feel like it was a big loss. And I don't have any strong compunction to think of replacing it. (>^_^)> la! posted by Quentin |
5:07 PM
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