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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 03, 2006
The Chronicles of Sagada: Through the Eye of My 3230
For the time being, I'll be using the shots from my phone. Not that much, but it's nice to start off with it.
 The whole trip lasts for a day, but damn, when you experience the air that comes from outside a bus window over the mountain cliffs, it's so divine  As a child, I always thought I will never see these beyond illustrations in text books. And when my eyes came upon it, I can only look in awe  Sagada is a sacred place. Where you can quietly walk around, think, and well, just be good to yourself  A Moment of Zen V: A stalk of rice bows down when it is heavy, as such, one is a truly learned man if he knows humility  I came upon this child in a souvenir shop, and couldn't help but gaze at the little, bright-eyed cherub. Adorable kid. She's half-Italian :) posted by Quentin |
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