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.
Thursday, August 17, 2006
One Creepy Night at the Society Center, Sacred Gate Campus
There I was hunting for burrs for my sword, not minding the lowbies running around (and being skewered by Brute Punks if they're being careless), until this kid spoke to me:
Kid: (probably seeing I was high level)
"Helo, puede pa kita maging kuya?"
Me: "Ha? A e, para saan?"
(what a really queer request)
Kid: "La, lang"
Me: (continues bashing baddies around)
Kid: "Kase, namatay na ang kuya ko e"
(now that sent a few shivers down my spine)
(some moments of silence)
Kid: "Mahilig din kase siyang maglaro ng RAN"
(kiddo, I sincerely wish you don't have any complex going)
Kid: "Patulong naman, kuya ko"
Me: "Uh, sure"
(yaiks, now when did I agree being anything to you? o_o)
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