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."

Sunday, April 17, 2005

I just realised that I must improve my musical skills in order to become what I want, a
all rounder gentleman, with skills that of the highest order, arts, music and literature. The knowledge of everything and the decorum of a royal, these are all I desire. I desire no pity, I desire no slaves, I do desire the best of others, like what can you do, your best effort? I have no desire to be in the company of low, unmoral men or women.

But that does not mean I have no desire to be with uneducated people, for it is written in confucius analects that "A man may not be educated but if he treats his friends with sincerity, his parents with respect and his neighbours with benevolence, he is considered a gentleman already." I am looking for friends willing to learn from each other, hone skills to their top perfection and not gangsters and street hooligans whom are of a total disgrace to society.

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