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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, December 12, 2006
I Might Be Growing Monsters Under My Bed
While cleaning the code I'm doing, it suddenly occured to me that even though I am doing my laundry, I have utterly neglected cleaning my room.
Que Horror! *sung to the tune of Nanghihinayang by South Border* Nanlilimahid Nanlilimahid ang kwarto ko Isang taong walang linisan ... I think the last guy who scrubbed the floor is Joey in his most industrious streak ever (which happens only once a year). There's also the matter about my vacuum cleaner. I think I used it only once after I bought it. Only succeeded in dispersing the dust in our room because I forgot to put in the filter. posted by Quentin |
3:36 PM
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