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, September 08, 2006

Hope its not.

Ok to those who think I have been making the illness excuses to avoid going for ensemble, im afraid you are wrong. What exactly it is, Im not going to say because I dont need pity.

Uneventful, Depressing and equally boring afternoons and evenings. I loathe such times as these. I can only see the world through this tool which we call internet. Which brings into mind what will happen if suddenly we were left without any electronic devices and such. No lights, no computers, no phones, no internet, no television, no radio. Reminds me of Gilgamesh..

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