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

Monday, March 28, 2005

Hello, back from Kuantan yesterday! Now in music room..hmm...trying to schedule my life for once.

Ok, so anyway, in case I forget, because I refused to bring my camera to take any photos, shall try to record what I remember since Thursday here:

Thursday
Woke up early to try to get to school by seven, my mother couldn't drive the car because she forgot to release the handbrake and there was this horrible screeching noise..reached school just on time, spent eight hours on the bus. WAS VERY BORED. Reached the caves at about five, it was raining, so every where looked quite spooky. Caves are such majestic places, i feel they are really good places to "find yourself". Anyway, it was blocked halfway, and I don't think we would be able to spend very long in it, so this is a reminder to myself to visit the Batu Caves sometime.

Went to the hill resort...hmm, seemed very rustic, the chalets were made of wood and all...but decided after dinner to move to huimin's room with zhiying and da hye. Er...there was a cockroach or some sort of bug there, not very relaxing. Yup...I think I did scream too, but the most tramuatised was Huimin..haha, never heard you scream before! Had no blanket that night...cold.

Hmm, shall upload photos when Huimin sends them to me...shall continue later...going for lunch now!

michelle
11:13 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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