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

Sunday, May 29, 2005

Hello, hello, I'm finally back from my long break. Well, break from blogging at least, so much has been happening I really didn't have time to blog at all. So, I'm going to colour code paragraphs so I can think properly.

CO concert yesterday! It was a really fun time, how could I be so stupid as to ever think of not participating? I must thank all my section mates for making it a wonderful day, wan jun, gladys/ru hua/katherine, wendy, wen yuan, vera, timothy, dean, etc. Haha, if nothing it has improved my chinese, and now I can chatter (at least a bit) in Chinese with the rest of them... I've never enjoyed myself so much at a concert before, and it was a wonderful experience, firstly because it's my first Chinese orchestra performance, so I feel so much like a novice at everything - holding the instrument, putting rosin, which, by the way, when I say pass me the ROSIN, people look at me weirdly until I say the chinese name. And also, I have become an expert faker, for the two encore pieces - huimin, haha, don't doubt me so much, I really could play most of it. Thank you for the teddy bear and the flowers, they're pretty! Yup..I think I will go for the camp too..to hang out with them one last time. The music was simply wonderful..I really think spirit is the most important thing - and yes, we did play our hearts out.

Sports carnival..we had a barbecue on wednesday night to thursday morning...it seriously turned into a meet the boyfriends sort of event..ok, before I carry on I really must apologise for being indecisive. Sigh. Anyway, it was quite fun...though I spent like 4 hours walking with Chong Wu along the beach - in an effort to get far far far away from that disgusting Zheng An, who was trying to ask us sick and perverted questions. Ugh. Anyway, it's quite pretty, especially when the jetty is lit only by moonlight and nothing else. Hate crickets and cockroaches...the sound they make when they hit the ground. Didn't sleep, so fell asleep during CO rehearsal on thursday, which meant that my erhu fell backwards, knocking the scores off the stand behind me, and causing a big mess. Haha...

Ok, last of all. I've got a new phone! It's red..but there was only red and black, and black looked very depressing. It's got a really nice camera, hmm, if daddy teaches me how to upload photos, I can start putting up photos here...wouldn't that be interesting?

One last bit, to reply Huimin, I think we can have a concert, but it will be like..in december? For the most basic reason.. that my section cannot make it. Sad but true,

JCT in four weeks!

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.

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

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