i was trying to choose a blogskin

and i realised all the sample skins came with entries written in latin. wtf?

the only latin i know is my ex school motto, learned by rote and disregarded completely for four years.

Moribus Modestus

meaning, Demure and Resolute.

four years? Make that nine. I'm still ignoring it.

the only other latin I know is a phrase that struck me powerful when i found out what it meant.

De profundis de mortuis nil nissi bonum

meaning, Out of the depths I cry to you, O [lord].

i'm sure i got the latin wrong somewhere. So sue me. It's from Sixth Sense. It's the line that was heard when the tape recorder was turned up to full volume and a man's hoarse whisper recited this over and over in the background, when there was supposed to be nobody else in the room except for a tormented child.

Last birthday, I was given an Oscar Wilde volume, De Profundis. I've not finished the last part of it. Each of the stories, essays, commentaries in it that I read, had such impact on me that I'd just read one and muse on it for weeks afterwards.

This comes of being too gullible. I take words very seriously. Graphically, sometimes. Soul-strikingly, at other times. Revelations.

I can't help feeling odd and fey. Maybe I'm really an alien. Who knows?

There are a number of volumes that have impacted the way I think so much, I can safely say they in part made me who I am. When next I'm able, I shall list them down. I feel a great reluctance to do so by the way, as if I'm sharing the innermost essense of what it means to be me, Raudaa.

At this moment, however, my ears prick at some odious sound. It's my mobile doing some strange beeping. What's it trying to say??

You're late for school, moron.