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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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Thursday, May 17, 2007
Eight Months
So ... it's been eight months in this new company I'm in. Man, that long already?
Time flies by so fast when your days are filled with stuff to do. It's both exhilirating and disturbing at the same time. I wouldn't want my time to go TOO fast. Yeah, there are things I need to pause for and think about. Okay, maybe not think too much which was my undoing in the past. Right. My mind is a bit numbed lately. I couldn't think about anything else than work, online gaming, beaches, "say goodnight and go ...", sleep, taking pictures ... yeah, life is brimming, baby. The other thing that disturbs me is that I want to go faster. posted by Quentin |
2:06 PM
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