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, June 11, 2006

Health Problems...

Last night, I couldnt sleep much as I was suffering from some sort of indigestion. I keep getting the urge to puke all the contents of my stomach. I tried to sleep at 2, didnt work. I proceeded to drink some hot green tea, now that was a little relief. I burped a few times and finally at 3.30 I fell alseep. Of course I woke up at intervals of a few hours, once at 5.30, once again at 7 and finally at 9.15. I had hardly a good rest. 11.30am and im gone for my piano lessons, I came back at 1.15.

Now I proceeded to do my reports and homework, which is taxing.

My dreams are becoming more murky and distorted. THe other day somebody wanted to kill me again, and just a few days ago I dreamt of my future, the people I would meet and the people I will be with.

Dreams can provide such hope, but dreams can make one feel insecure about whats going to come.

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