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.
Thursday, May 22, 2008
Dreams of Swimming
Last night, I dreamt I was about to drop from a waterfall.
I wasn't scared shitless at all. I think I was saving something, or someone. Couldn't recall though. And then two people, whom I think I know, were worried that they came for me near the banks.
I was holding on to a rocky edge firmly and could get out any time.
But you know what I did?
Instead of getting away from the edge, I let myself go further ... and hang the lower part of my body to the falling water.
It's like I had a death wish or trying to challenge fate.
In the end, I guess I was just having fun with my fears. I'm sick that way.
Met with some friends last night. Ah, it was nice except I couldn't really relate to much of the jokes and stuff. That's what you get when you don't hang around much in the first place. There were a few awkward moments I think, since Ellen was there. Nice to see her though, even with the added weight. Gah, I need to fatten up. But I must do so in a healthy way.
What is a bit concerning is the allergy. That's the second time it happened, the first a couple of weeks ago. I think I've become allergic to beer.
Good? Bad? Who knows?
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