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.
Friday, November 24, 2006
Confetti Bridge II
"Oh but I had an elder sister."
Alice 'the Malice' said while I'm looking somewhere else while sipping a drink. "Ah, finally, something about yourself."
Alice: Would you believe that my parents wanted me to be like her?
Me: Uhm, that sorta sucks.
Alice: Tell me about it. Back then, I had to do what they wanted. Until the day I said 'No'.
Me: I think I know what's next.
Alice: Really? Try me.
Me: That's why you have this bar isn't it? Something to tell for all that you wanted to happen for yourself.
Alice: Haha, yes! and no :)
Me: Then I think I'm too lazy to hear the reasons ;)
Alice: Okay, okay. I love her to bits you know? My sister? But I needed to do this for myself. I had to get out from being ... under her shadow. Under everyone's shadow.
At this time my head is reeling from the drink and all the English (puede ba mag-Tagalog ka? haha)
Alice: So, I had this bar.
Me: Then I'm right.
Alice: The other is that, an easy life with them troubles me. I don't want to stagnate, I wanted to learn. I hated seeing the same old thing. Yeah, I missed the things I used to have. But the thrill makes it up for it.
Me: ~urk~ (looking for the men's room)
Alice: Heh, heh. Looks like it's time for you to go home. Next time, I'll grill you as usual.
Me: Uh, yeah.
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