The Terrible Writings of Quentin Montejo
Serial experiments on a fallen archangel who only wanted to regain just one wing back
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.
Monday, May 15, 2006
Random Thoughts: Musings of a Reformed Recluse
Had a meeting with the Heartbreakers Club last Saturday in Krok's after watching MI:3. Gee, the movie was fun at the most. Unfortunately, I didn't understand the twists of the story [somebody fill me up on that?].
Terrorist: "Ey guys, where in blazes are you?"
Pornographic Mind: "Duh, we're here in Glorietta, dumbass."
Terrorist: "Wtf? I thought we'll be in GB3?"
Pornographic Mind: "Weird, I messaged it as 'g4'"
Mister Lover Boy: (overhearing) "Well, I'm here ain't I?"
Mister Lover Boy: "Chicks." (while shrugging shoulders)
Pornographic Mind: "Yeah. Chicks."
I gave them their shirts I got for them in Palawan. Should've bought the same designs, hehehe. I'd sell their kidneys to the black market in an instant though.
These things are no longer having the desired effect. Dire times indeed ...
In my euphoric state of mind, which is not often lately, I am complaining about the lack of things to complain about [laki ng problema ko no?]. It's as if as numb as my limbs go when I'm intoxicated, my pain receptors are taking about a mile to travel to inform my brain when I should be saying "ouch" in the mere instant of a pin prick. But no, that's not to be the case.
I have a supreme lack of desire. For anything. Well, maybe not about MMOs, but you know? Stuff that matters? I used to tell myself that I'm in a permanent state of adolescence [thankfully, without the angst episodes]. And now it is so ingrained in me that I need to effing get out of it.
This is what my camera sees. It's pretty different with eyes with a lingering hangover
Perhaps, I'd be one of those rare people who'd say something like, "Wow, it's a beautiful gloomy day!" I love the cool, windy weather. Never mind the sun, it causes skin cancer anyway [tee hee]. To me it means hot cocoa, in front of the TV, watching some cool flick. It also means snuggling in bed and rolling on blankets like a buffalo in a mud bath.
Also, it's these kinds of weather that I get to dream a lot.
Yeah, for some paranormal trait of mine, this is when I get to have lots of dreams. Just last Sunday I have like five dreams total, each different from the other [slept at around 8pm]. No, they're not like omenous ones from some psycho freak show. They're more like a reflection of what I really wanted in life.
And the most interesting ones?
Ah yes, those. Dreams of what-could-have-beens. And dreams of where-are-you's. Of the two, the latter I want to avoid. Simply because, upon waking up, I can only half-remember it, but the emotion left in me is sadness. I think it's a remnant of a childhood yearning. Sort of like looking for a long lost toy, or a place I once visited and wanted going back there.
When I grew up, it turned into dreams of looking for people I wanted to be with. Yeah, it's a melancholic kind of aftertaste. I differentiate dreams from nightmares ofcourse. Even though nightmares are simply just a bad dream.
But anyway, June is but a fort night away. Last weekend's typhoon is but the first among many in our little tropical country.
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