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."

Friday, August 04, 2006

A moment to savour the blood.

I am seriously enjoying the look of that pathetic face on this classmate of mine when he gets abandoned by his greatest backing(me). I will name this classmate "X". (could be A B C D E F G....... the letter has no resemblence to actual name)

Whatever X does irritates me, from the way X conducts himself (resembling a zombie walk somewhat), to the way X sounds (nasal and high pitched), to the way X behaves in general. X's manners are equally annoying, citing among the many are the usual yawning with mouth open wide, almost insatiable hunger like an animal and the worst, wastage of food. The approach of X is easily anticipated with 1) the derranging rustle of the sole of the footwear 2) the smell and exudate from the by products of bacterial metabolism of apocrine sweat 3) twit like demeanor and inappropriate dress code that can be detected from 1km away. Even when X write notes in class, its a pain to watch how X clutches the pencil and raises it somehow in a almost "EUREKA!" fashion before putting the lead point of the tip onto the paper itself. X also sports atrociously long vulgar fingernail lengths. X is a perfect example of a person who doesnt help others because of selfish reasons ... quoting illogical excuses and equally dumb ideas to buffer us.

When people ask why isnt X my friend anymore. I always say, X is never my friend in the first place, X is never near to my status, no matter what is to be compared. The master said, "Never have friends not equal to yourself."

Very good advice to everyone.

1 Comments:

Blogger thesleeper said...

*stares at my hand*.i dun have long vulgar nails do i?=\.haha....im sure
X has this camera lens cracking when he smiles too...HUR HUR HUR.ops

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