This is my diary. It is neither interesting nor complete. It is more of a journal. I simply wrote what happened, when it happened and when I had the time to write it. Nothing very interesting happened but if you wish to take a quick look it may give you an idea of what my life is (or was) like.
Starting at 26 of February 2000, and with many holes and gaps.
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'Tis all a Chequer-board of Nights and Days,
Where Destiny with Men for Pieces plays:
Hither and thither moves, and mates, and slays,
And one by one back in the closet lays.
The Ball no Question makes of Ayes and Noes,
But Right and Left as strikes the Player goes;
And He that toss'd Thee down into the Field,
He knows about it all - He knows - HE knows!
The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,
Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.
And that inverted Bowl we call The Sky,
Whereunder crawling coopt we live and die,
Lift not thy hands to It for help - for It
Rolls impotently on as Thou or I.
- Omar Khayyam (E. Fitzgerald)