Comte De Monte Cristo

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

About Me

My Photo
Name:
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."

Thursday, September 21, 2006

Dreams of the past, present and future.

"Remember your ancestors before you and your descendents who cannot be born because of you."

That was what the shadowed figure who stood in front of me said. And again I woke up. A dream no matter how short always has an impact on me. Dreams are unique, they can represent what you have always kept in your heart or kept thinking about in the course of that day. This afternoon dream was due to my thoughts on family honour and how we the only male members of the lineage can only carry on the line.

Honour is all I worship.

posted by Purry The Magnificent | 9:36 PM

0 Comments:

Post a Comment

<< Home