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, February 26, 2005

Saturday morning today, one of the rare occasions I'm still at home at eight plus. Geog field study later...but it looks like it's going to rain really badly. Hmm, visibility in KL is supposed to be so bad the skyline is disappearing. It's quite a subject to think about....it's like being in hell or something...there's no way out of it. Even if you're in an air conditioned room, the smell creeps in...I was really trying hard not to feel panicky when that used to happen. Thank goodness for rain. I really rather have floods than heat waves....somehow I think floods cause more painless deaths? I guess no one is really afraid of death, it's more of the causes and after effects. Ha, how I do sidetrack. Field study was supposed to be the topic here.

Very stressful two weeks till today...should be better from now on, only thing left is rectals. Last two weeks....econs test, aural test (UGH), harmony test, geog s essay, yup, and I'm glad I don't take maths.

Huimin says geog and music are probably one of the most undeveloped faculties in NUS. And I probably am taking those two...hmm. Realised that universities that offer music usually don't offer geog, and vice versa. Odd combination, I guess.

O level results out next week, so my chinese results must be coming soon.

I think I just opened a Pandora's box. But no matter how much the truth hurts, you'll always feel happier that you knew it...in the end.

michelle
8:34 AM

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If I speak in tongues of men and of angels, but have not love,
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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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