Comte De Monte Cristo
Here rests the thoughts of an immortal, making of what the world hath thrown at him.
About Me

- Name: Purry The Magnificent
- 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 27, 2004
Saturday, June 26, 2004
I have been thinking, If everyone has a natural talent. Does that mean surely someone will be extremely good in one thing or another naturally? Wait, does that mean also something connected to the spiritual or something that has not been discovered (psychokinesis? prophecy?). I began to think about this when I listened to Rachmaninoff's Piano Concerto No. 3, What a horror that piece is. Disgustingly difficult, even the composer himself did not play this piece twice!! Well back to natural talents, I believe that everyone has a natural talent, A natural talent that must be cultivated. I also believe that there are some amongst you all that are talented in other things other that the common abilities, maybe some secret and hidden abilities. Well that is something to think about for today
Darn Ich have not completed my homework yet, and there is piano tomorrow! WHAT A LONG WAY AHEAD, school starts in like 2 days time, well it is time to stay up late. I am sure I heard the orchid plant my father was pruning today cry! Sunday tomorrow that means, headache again ...
Darn Ich have not completed my homework yet, and there is piano tomorrow! WHAT A LONG WAY AHEAD, school starts in like 2 days time, well it is time to stay up late. I am sure I heard the orchid plant my father was pruning today cry! Sunday tomorrow that means, headache again ...
