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."

Saturday, April 09, 2005

I remembered the days of my early youth, on how a brillant stone can be dulled by diamond dust... throught polishing and removal of parts of the stone, the stone can sparkle and cost more than the diamond that cut it.

I remember how I did things when I was young, my thirst for knowledge, my thirst for the answers to my many "whys", my plans for the future. I was the only person in the whole level in my school to wear spectacles at the age of 3 ... The prodigal son has remembered his past, awaken from his dreams and known the future.

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