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

Saturday, September 18, 2004

Today is saturday.......I am at peace again, let's hope next week will pass smoothly, because it seems that now what I feel is out of my own hands....

Ok, econs test oh thursday.....it was exactly what Beetsma taught us the day before! So I was quite happy after that, and went out with zy and Sam to watch Dodgeball. Was I being a lightbulb again? I think so....but who knows. Must really thank them for the surprise afterwards, it really made my day. And friday as well.......for a while.

Friday.....what happened? Oh, GP essay writing. I was sitting right in front of Miss Tan, that teacher really tramautises me. And had econs test, ok lah. Shall fail, as usual. Music teachers are stressed at the moment because the auditors are coming next week, so I have to do stock check too. Learnt from Emily that there is a double bass hidden in the dry riser on the 2nd floor, and the way to get past the auditors are to lock the cupboards...so cool! Ok, must acknowledge the help i got with opening the cases, maybe you will find a cockroach someday......Ok, for PE, during tennis, I whacked a ball so hard it flew over the fence and ontot the road somewhere......we never found it. I think I hit the balls too hard or something.

Today....piano as usual, then SINDA. The children are so cute. Then went out. The new car finally came today! Then here I am.......happy for the first time in this whole week.

michelle
10:46 PM

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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
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and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but have not love,
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If I give up all I possess,
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Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth.
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Love never fails. But where there are prophecies,
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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,
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Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.

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

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