Comte De Monte Cristo

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

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"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, May 07, 2005

Seems like the potion worked, im cured this morning with no pain in my throat anymore... feeling completely healthy and filled with energy again. Trying to do something to tune up my piano skills. Trying to do something with my visualisation techniques. Bridge the gaps in my brain.

Today, I walked from queenstown MRT back to my home, I was actually testing something, which once I finish testing it, I will publish the results. Its strange because a girl also walked with me for half of the route (from MRT to Anchorage). I walked more than twice the distance I would walk... maybe next time when im free I might want to try walking from here(my home) to somewhere further away.

posted by Purry The Magnificent | 8:53 PM

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