New Old Layout

I used this layout before.. in my LiveJournal Account. an inspiration from a submittion at the csszengarden... I just thought, since I don't use my LJ anymore... I'll use it here. People would wonder how I've done this design in my free account in live journal since the free account is very limited on changing layouts. ah well... the answer to that is CSS. weee...

Other updates: See that flash mp3 thingie above? I've been searching for that mp3 for a while...it's been my brother's favorite and mine as well since we were kids. Back in highschool, if I could remember correctly...

O Fortuna (Chorus) O Fortune

O Fortuna                      O Fortune,
velut luna                     like the moon
statu variabilis,              you are changeable,
semper crescis                 ever waxing
aut decrescis;                 and waning;
vita detestabilis              hateful life
nunc obdurat                   first oppresses
et tunc curat                  and then soothes
ludo mentis aciem,             as fancy takes it;
egestatem,                     poverty
potestatem                     and power
dissolvit ut glaciem.          it melts them like ice.

Sors immanis                   Fate - monstrous
et inanis,                     and empty,
rota tu volubilis,             you whirling wheel,
status malus,                  you are malevolent,
vana salus                     well-being is vain
semper dissolubilis,           and always fades to nothing,
obumbrata                      shadowed
et velata                      and veiled
michi quoque niteris;          you plague me too;
nunc per ludum                 now through the game
dorsum nudum                   I bring my bare back
fero tui sceleris.             to your villainy.

Sors salutis                   Fate is against me
et virtutis                    in health
michi nunc contraria,          and virtue,
est affectus                   driven on
et defectus                    and weighted down,
semper in angaria.             always enslaved.
Hac in hora                    So at this hour
sine mora                      without delay
corde pulsum tangite;          pluck the vibrating strings;
quod per sortem                since Fate
sternit fortem,                strikes down the string man,
mecum omnes plangite!          everyone weep with me!