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."

Sunday, October 05, 2008

Why I have dissapeared.

There isn't any posts recently because of the very apparent fact that I have enlisted into the army. Time really does fly and 3 months of Basic Military Training on Tekong came and gone with so much learnt. Now im already in a unit and another phase of my army life. Its really taxing on me and my life is never the same again.

I discovered I could run 2.4 without stopping although with crappy timing. I discovered I can do 1 pull up, which is crap anyway. Then comes my headaches, which isn't stopping anytime soon. Pop a few panadol tablets and it goes away for a few measly hours and comes back to haunt me again. At least im still alright and sustained no permanent injuries, which is a good thing. But im uncertain of the road ahead.

Looking back, what happened to the Shaun I knew? The one that knows everything and is somewhat livelier? The one that could hold a sophisticated conversation?

Maybe he doesn't know that what he thought was "him" is really himself or just a bunch of made believe. Maybe he doesn't know he typed this post. Maybe maybe?