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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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Tuesday, October 10, 2006
Hereoft is the Praying Mat
I think I'm burning myself out.
I'm given an opportunity to work hard. Now instead of taking time to rest my tired bones, I instead, play harder. Shrinking my hours of sleep into just four o_O So what happens now is that everyday I probably am doing myself harm and feel the effects later. But what the heck. In other news, I'm sleepy. And my cellphone no longer has credits. =_= posted by Quentin |
6:48 PM
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