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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, July 14, 2006
The Immense Noise of Silence
The night shift is beginning to get into me.
I think the difference with this schedule and all others I had is that back then, I have people around me. My teammates regularly approach me about techie questions so in a way, that jogs my blood veins and keeps me sane. This time however, the lack of human noises lets me hear the monotonous droning of CPU fans. It's driving me crazy XD Eek! posted by Quentin |
5:41 AM
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