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.
Saturday, August 30, 2008
There are causes bigger than your own.
I've always known that there are things out there beyond what I see, beyond what seems to bug me. Beyond all the temporary highs and immediate satisfactions. And sometimes I forget about this fact.
I don't think I'll ever be a great man, who will do great deeds. But I think I know that I can fight for something.
Causes bigger than my own.
Monday, August 11, 2008
The Pleasantness of Reverse Karma
Two months and counting.
I think I have one post where I said that I don't want to interact with my neighbors here in my humble place (condo building).
Before I knew it, I find myself cooking something for them every Sunday. Cakes, muffins, cookies, lasagnas ... I dunno. I've always been a giver. I'm a person of near infinite immateriability (that a word?) to people I choose to be with.
Don't take me wrong, I don't intend for people to have their respect because of my generosity or hear myself getting exalted (now that's just lame). I just do.
Enough of that.
The reason why I'm writing this is because I have sweet neighbors. Whenever they give me free lunch or dinner, I get so happy it's euphoric.
To you guys, thank you :3
Wednesday, August 06, 2008
The Memory Restoration Project
I've always claimed I have a low memory span.
But aside from munching brain food every now and then (or munch on brains in case I become a zombie), the reason why I have a bad memory span is because I choose to. And so without risking the emo side of that, I have come to a plan of action.
I will slowly, gradually collate my most vivid memories of the past decades. I've
lived fairly long (read: I'm old and creaky). Reconstruct those memories and see what I could make of it while re reading them.
Not that doing that makes this blog less pansy >:D
Starting a blog was about a fifth of the effort, since I've only journaled about the last six years or so. But there are stuff there that's largely unchronicled. Incidentally, it'll be useful only to me and useless for everybody else. This is the web anyway. Who cares.
Sunday, August 03, 2008
In the Advent of a Blurry Tomorrow
I call them Why-So-Serious Cookies
Today I was trying to make cheese cake. Damn thing is difficult to accomplish. What always comes out of my oven is some bread like material and none of that delectable, creamy cake I see at cafe shops.
Or maybe it's because I'm looking at the wrong online source? :D
I think I already have everything in my place. In fact, I just got myself a skateboard whom I christen "Angry Mac" because of a constipated visage design under the board. I'll have his mug up one of these days.
Rediscovering fun is fun. Last Saturday night I was trying to make Starcraft work on a cable connection with an officemate. It took us more than a couple of hours before calling it a night. But it was fun trying to figure out how to a) Start Starcraft without the CD b) get a game going. We didn't really reach the last part but that's fine. There're more opportunities to come.
Til then. En Taro Adun!
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