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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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Monday, July 31, 2006
Urk!
Before anything, I've just added links to parts of my blog with nice pictures from this year's travels. Not complete though.
And now for the bad news. I have a piece of sharp danggit fragment lodged in my esophagus somewhere. No, it's not from the goodies I got from Cebu. I got it from eating breakfast in Chowking, right before my morning jog. Yes. I can feel it's lodged in there. It gives out a prick of sensation (not pain ... yet) when I swallow. Couldn't probe it because of the gag reflex T_T posted by Quentin |
5:44 PM
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