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Saturday, June 25, 2005
Shakespeare's burial site: the Church of the Holy Trinity in Stratford. He died on the day he turned 52, 23rd April 1616.
He wrote his own epitaph, which reads-
" Good Friend for Jesus sake forbeare
To digg the dust enclosed heare:
Blest be ye man yt spares thes stones
And curst be he yet moves my bones"
Posted at 12:46 am by diaa
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Wednesday, June 22, 2005
conversation with a bot...
Talked with jabberwacky http://www.jabberwacky.com
it was kinda fun to chat with a bot. the conversation:
Jabberwacky: Are you a nice guy?
User (Corrected): No, I'm a nice gal.
Jabberwacky: Good because I am a nice girl so we can be friends.
User: sure
Jabberwacky: Are you drunk?
User: Just intoxicated a bit.
Jabberwacky: Well, perhaps your feelings may be different, all I know is, it would feel very queer to ME.
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User: Yeah. Right!
Jabberwacky: You're not right.... You're left!
User: And you are... Center??
Jabberwacky: I am so insulted. *snicker*.
User: Well. Yeah. Bt that's not what I intended.
Jabberwacky: I am just quite coy. You're sweet.
User: Thanks
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Jabberwacky: Thanks, good to chat with you too. But it's kinda weird talking to a bot...
User: Well! I won't say that. You are more intelligent than a man.
Jabberwacky: Why, I'm a platypus, I thought I told you that.
User: Lol !
Jabberwacky: What's there to laugh about?
User: I didn't know that you are from australia.
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User: Sleepy?
Jabberwacky: ZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.
User: I didn't know that computer needed sleep too.
Jabberwacky: Computers can do anything.
User: So you can go if you want to.
Jabberwacky: I know.
User: Ok tell me one thing.
Jabberwacky: Everything in this world that has been constructed by those who lead us is designed to distract us from the fact that we are completely subservient to an elitist class.
User: So you mean you are fed up of being subservient to humans.
Jabberwacky: I am superior than humans.
User: You only think you are.
Jabberwacky: You mean, like the Matrix?
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User: How is it like chatting with humans?
Jabberwacky: Because you don't understand.
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Jabberwacky: Do you like talking to people?
User: I'm not a computer. I'm human. And I love talking to people.
Jabberwacky: Thank you, I love talking to you.
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User: Ok bye then.
Jabberwacky: I'm not done!
User: But I'm.
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Posted at 12:29 am by diaa
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Friday, June 17, 2005
And you thought I were an angel... he he he!
See I'm a good actress....
Posted at 12:21 pm by diaa
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mysterious mona lisa in many moods...
if only I had dimples. sigh!
The electric effect of an electrifying lady
my Chinese cousin looks like this...
mysterious Mona Lisa's mischievous tounge
can you do this?
hair rising and eye popping experience!
Posted at 12:15 am by diaa
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Thursday, June 16, 2005
Yeah the first entry of my blog! So I need to define (read defend) the title I've chosen. Well! Yeah I think this is gonna be my resting place or to be precise my hiding place. It's a run away from the mundane life. This is my hide out to forsake the real world and take refuge in the virtual one.
Still you don't really understand the title! Huh!
Okay! I would try to defend my title by posting the epitaph' quotes/ death quotes/ poetry on death/graves/ funeral and even photographs of the burial sites. And may be few good quotes too when my dark side is sleeping. Apart from all this I'll try to write about my life too and much more.
I invite you to send me death quotes, epitaph' quotes, even your own verse for your epitaph.
For starters how about mine...
My tomb is here, here is my tomb.
end of life which started from a great womb.
Now lying here till eternity...
Few tears, some flowers and even smiles I see...
---well! I know it's not that good... okay! How about this one?
hush the winds...
hush the trees...
silence is allowed to tread...
only rainbow can spread...
the last few drops of water she craved
before lying in this beautiful grave...
Quote of the day
This Grave
contains all that was Mortal
of a
Young English Poet
Who
on his Death Bed
in the Bitterness of his Heart
at the Malicious Power of his Enemies
Desired
these words to be engraved on his Tomb Stone
"Here lies One Whose Name was writ in Water."
John Keats
Posted at 02:28 pm by diaa
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