Comte De Monte Cristo

Here rests the thoughts of an immortal, making of what the world hath thrown at him.

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Location: Paris, Island of Monte Cristo, Singapore

"My dear count," cried Morcerf, "you are at fault--you, one of the most formidable logicians I know--and you must see it clearly proved that instead of being an egotist, you are a philanthropist. Ah, you call yourself Oriental, a Levantine, Maltese, Indian, Chinese; your family name is Monte Cristo; Sinbad the Sailor is your baptismal appellation, and yet the first day you set foot in Paris you instinctively display the greatest virtue, or rather the chief defect, of us eccentric Parisians,--that is, you assume the vices you have not, and conceal the virtues you possess."

Tuesday, March 29, 2005

Recently, I had got into my hands, a new tea cup made of ceramic. My mother bought it for me knowing that I broke the one I used daily(the other one was broken by my father). Im delighted ... finally can drink my favourite teas again.

Heaven open up the gates today ... rather pleased with the welcoming rain and the freshness that storms always bring. When it rains ... I feel extremely happy and a sense of wellbeing comes over me.

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