tacitae per amica silentia lunae: admist the friendly silence of the soundless moonlight

I am weary, and I a stranger,

Lead me to the land of angels.

Be my eyes in time of darkness,

Be my shield against host of faery,

Be my wings till I find my home.

Taken from Stone Maiden by Susan King

Friday, April 23, 2004

Hmm, I'm free today, so let's try to write a insightful, meaningful, altogether wonderful blog today. Yeah right. Who am I kidding?
First thing in the morning - got stressed out by Zhi Ying because she got the pink form from the general office and I hadn't. This is when friendship just pops out when you least expect it - Huimin volunteered to go to the general office with me straight after assembly. If you are reading this, thank you! Although I had to follow you to the toilet after that.....
Maths test. Actually right, I knew I was going to fail from the start, so it didn't have quite a great impact on me. Anyway, everyone says that they are going to fail, but then again everyone always passes. So lets leave it at that.
Find civics tutor to sign form. Bad move to help melissa ask her to look for another teacher. Got scolded for asking "Can you" instead of 'May you". Sometimes, I think my civics tutor is very messed up. Anyway.
Scholarship interview. Thank goodness (censored..........) When it was my turn, it was quite ok actually. Quite a fun experience, but I wouldn't like to repeat it.
And now, dinner. I think I shall work hard tonight, since Sunday (censored.........)
Good night!

michelle
7:26 PM

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And now I will show you the most excellent way:
If I speak in tongues of men and of angels, but have not love,
I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal.

If I have the gift of prophecy
and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge,
and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but have not love,
I am nothing.

If I give up all I possess,
and surrender my body to the flames, but have not love,
I gain nothing.

Love is patient; love is kind;
it does not envy; it does not boast; it is not proud.
It is not rude; it is not self-seeking;
it is not easily angered; it keeps no record of wrongs.

Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth.
It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.

Love never fails. But where there are prophecies,
they will pass away; where there are tongues,
they will be stilled; where there is knowledge,
it will pass away.

For we know in part and we prophesy in part,
but when perfection comes,
the imperfect disappears.

When I was a child, I talked like a child,
I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child.
When I became a man, I put childish ways behind me.

Now we see but a poor reflection,
then we shall see face to face.

Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.

And now these three remain:

faith, hope and love, but the greatest of these is love.

- I Corinthians, chapter 13 ve

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