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

Wednesday, April 07, 2004

Well. This isn't the first blog I have made, the first one ended with disastrous results I won't go into at this point in time. Maybe later. Not sure if I can blog everyday, I'm wiser now. I refuse to say that I shall.

Had to be a sports official for Sports Heats today. Did high jump with Zhi Ying. I went home at 7.40! Late, but I get an extra hour of CIP for that, so I guess it's worth it. So many girls would have killed to be there, Yazid was jumping. Zhi Ying was telling me about all the silly comments her friends made raving over his body. This sounds really gross. Let's stop here.

Had lunch with Huimin for the first time in three months today. Fun, really. But I have a feeling that it won't be the same as all those times in the TK canteen. Sigh. I really miss them.

Right, won't bother any more. Going to start work. All these late nights mugging are killing my complexion....

michelle
11:26 AM

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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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