Comte De Monte Cristo

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

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"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, November 25, 2007

FYP and Paparika.

FYP. Every single syllable conjures up images of despair and frustration. The worst ever conceivable idea in human history, I loathe it and scorn every single aspect of it. Rather do more ITP than FYP. Now just hope I get it over with at least a B. Thats all I ask for... then maybe I can relax a little before the piano exam.

Paparika reminds me of myself and my dreamworld. What a great movie and everyone should go watch it. Everyone has an alter ego, just some people have more pronounced ones and some people don't allow it to manifest. Imagination ... everyone can, but only a few do. Well, in a society that does not foster imagination, we are the rare or hated ones.

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