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

Wednesday, March 16, 2005

Phew, ok, the reason why I have not been blogging is because I was trying to download a template from www.blogskins.com, but somehow I didn't manage to download it properly, so I thought the whole blog was erased when it couldn't be published. Guess I'll stick to the basics till I learn how to do it properly...some help here, huimin? :)

Holidays...it's fun to feel so so relaxed! I must say it is quite a productive week for once, even though there's no MCT, I still am doing some work, so, thank you! And it's fun, very, very enjoyable and movtivational to work like this.

Ok...going for CO today, unfortunately. Sigh, not that I mind, but...I can think of so many more productive ways I want to spend my time. Remember last time Mr Tong asked if we didn't have to go to school, what would we do? Well, I know what I want to do, and it's definitely not something unproductive like sleep more.

Hmm...yesterday went to watch Disney on Ice with my cousins, as a treat from my aunt. On the way there on the train, the whole panel of seats opposite us was like THE reason for not having children. Six pesky monsters irritating their parents and everyone around them. But, it makes you wonder, what will you look like when you have children. Two mothers - one so elegant, in a skirt and stockings, who smacks her children for kicking in case they spoil her stockings, or the other so...dumpy in such a baggy shirt, shouting at her children to come sit down? Hmm...anyway I doubt if I can ever stand them...probably be hauled up to court for child murder before they reach one year old...IF I am ever insane enough to have any.

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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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