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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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Saturday, September 06, 2008
A Night of Oktober
Man, Friday was a blast.
 After coming out of a strip joint *cough* dota *cough*, me and some officemates decided to explore the sorroundings. It was surreal. First time we saw San Mig Ave in a different light ... with tons of strange people, both foreigners and uru-khais alike  Afterwards, well a beer or two is always a good thing. Imma social drunkard. I mean drinker. We called it a night at 4:00 AM o_O  After some bottles I could just hear this little green guy say cryptic phrases to me about not letting myself go to side B. Or was it dark side? I guess I'll never know while having alcohol running thru my veins ... posted by Quentin |
12:45 PM
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