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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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Monday, February 18, 2008
Name / Face
When you don't utter the name of person for so long, you forget about it dontcha?
Yesterday somewhere in Boni circle, I just came from a barber having another baldie haircut. As I was passing by RJ's bulalohan, almost just about to ignore things (like everything), I saw a familiar face -- only for an instant. Then the person looked the other way, her hair covering her face. I twitched my eye brow trying to recognize the person, and any bodily feature. Just when I passed by just enough to see half of her face, I knew who it was. My ex. I'm pretty sure she already saw me, she just didn't want me to recognize her. I would've said hello. But that's fine. I went on, going my merry way. posted by Quentin |
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