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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, November 21, 2006
And You
As I walked to MRT Shaw to get a bus ride home, I passed by the outdoor cafes in Shangri-la ... and found myself gazing at the face of a woman for more than 5 seconds.
It's you. The one whom I got my guitar. The one whom I named it after. Didn't had a chance to say hi because I was half-denying it's really you. My feet continued on ... my mind left a trail of daydreams. Ah well. I'm already 10 feet away. Back to reality. posted by Quentin |
10:26 PM
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