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

Tuesday, August 24, 2004

Humph, I have all the time in the world to write an entry today because it's actually monday night, but I'm waiting for people to send me PW stuff. Argh, been losing so much sleep over it in the past two nights.

Did 2.4 run today, ok, I promise not to turn this into a sob-story of how I should have listened to all the people who told me not to run. Though I must admit that the results were surprising ( I have never run that fast since secondary one!), the consequences are definitely not worth it. I was so afraid I was going to black out on the track, which would have been so... embarassing. And there's something scary about not being able to stand properly. Feeling so dependent is NOT a nice feeling. I think I'd better go and get the iron pills from the doctor very soon. Maybe tomorrow? Or today, considering it's now Tuesday. Let's see how I feel in the morning.

Oh, looking at other people's blogs today, I'm thinking if I should start adding more emotions and thoughts into my blog. It would definitely make it more interesting, but I'm not sure I want people to know how I feel. Coming to think of it, I don't even want to know how I feel.

Oh heck, I think that's enough blabbering.

michelle
12:16 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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