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, December 24, 2004

Ok, ok, it's been a long time since I posted here, yes, it's due to a large amount of laziness, I admit. It's Christmas eve today, and I still feel so lethargic. I seem to be very prone to jet lag - haven't recovered from it though I came back two days ago?

The year is ending...I do really think it should be a time for reflections....and I think I really spent this holidays wisely. I mean, homework wise...not really, but other than that, I did promise myself a good break so I can slog really hard next year. Perhaps a resolution here for me: No more outings after school if I don't want to. I admit sometimes I'm just too lazy to protest... But I will, I hope.

Update on my holidays, went overseas for some really serious shopping in Bangkok...I think shopping is really more tiring than running or anything else! Especially when you do five consectutive days of it. Some people never seem to finish shopping, they just walk..and buy..and walk..and buy....

It's funny that so many people mistake the wrong person to be someone special to me. It's quite hilarious really...but this isn't the place for details..haha

To end off, three words: Time will tell. And please, let it not reveal more that I am still hoping is not true. Because I never want it to come true.

michelle
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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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